Chapter 1: Daniel
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“Mon casse-pieds, would you like to see inside?” Lestat let a smirk grace his face as he held the door open to the recording booth with his hip. His body turned toward the baby vamp who lounged on the couch across the room. Lestat was experimenting with his wardrobe as of late, a leather mini skirt hugged his body as a mesh button down slid against his shoulders. He could hear the surface level thoughts that quickly washed over Daniel’s mind. Dirty thoughts that caused the 70 year old vampire a great amount of discomfort thinking. Lestat didn't mind, he reveled in being wanted, into being ravished and pleased. Most of all Lestat would break the fledgling's resolve tonight. He had plans.
“I would like for you to get to the end of a story before changing the subject.” Daniel huffed, rubbing his hands on his knees, releasing excess frustration that had built up over the course of the 3 hours of needling Lestat about his time in the Théâtre des Vampires. Lestat would continue to claim that he wasn't dodging the questions on purpose, however both men knew that the blonde took a particular joy in giving half answers between recording backing vocals and playing them back. It was just the two of them in the studio tonight. While it would have been easier to have someone manning the control panel while Lestat was in the booth. The blonde vampire knew they would need privacy for his continued plan tonight.
“Come on Mon Cher, just a little taste of what a rockstar does.” Lestat urged, he refused to call it whining.
“You do realize that I did my own audiobooks right, this is nothing novel for me.” Daniel must have seen the blank look that Lestat sent back, who cared what audio books were, he had plans. “Fine.” With a huff Daniel stood with the grace of a young man in an elder's body. Hands braced on his knees out of practice instead of the former need. What a delightful fledgling the man made, Lestat had come to enjoy admiring him and his newfound grace. Lestat opened the booths door further ushering Daniel in before himself. A preternaturally fast hand turning on the mic from the panel controls before walking into the tight booth himself. The booth wasn't large, perhaps 5x5 with a stool in the corner and a mic hanging from an arm in the middle. Walls padded to direct sound.
Lestat used an assured hand on the small of Daniel’s back to guide the man to the front of the mic. Lestat used an elegant hand to grab the headphones dangling from the mic arm before gliding behind Daniel. He didn’t put the headphones on yet, just letting the arm rest on the fledgling's shoulder while letting his unoccupied hand run light tracks from Daniel’s shoulder, down to his waist to trace the waistband of his pants before retreating to make its journey up his ribs yet again. Lestat dropped his chin to Daniel’s other shoulder tilting his mouth up toward the fledgling's ear.
“You are very loud with your thoughts. Lingering glances to my waist,” Lestat waited a beat, taking a moment to grind his hips forward into Daniel’s rear. “My lips.” Lestat then closed the distance from Daniels earlobe, giving it a light bite with a descended fang, not piercing just yet.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Daniel’s voice was level, practiced ease for tense situations. However his mind raced with fleeting thoughts of positions he had imagined Lestat in, what he could have seen, a pair of bright orange eyes and dark tousled waves.
“Don’t worry about the petit diable, I will take care of you and your fantasies tonight." Lestat punctuated his sentence with a teasing bite to Daniel’s jaw before pouncing. He snapped the headphones over Daniel’s ears before circling his body. Dropping to his knees before the young vampire. Daniel looked down startled, attempting to take a step back, before hands sped to his thighs to hold him in place with vampiric speed. The headphones played the first draft of an upcoming release. Long instrumentals, a guitar solo. And a heavy drum. All soon to be cut by the execs that called them dated. However Lestat would fight fang and nail to keep his contribution in the final draft. One of his hands slid from its place on Daniel’s thigh up to cut the growing bulge in Daniel's jeans. Lestat looked up to Daniel's face, scanning over his thoughts one last time before continuing. Daniel for his part had a garishly open expression of want plastered on his face. Thoughts racing between begging for Lestat to continue, to wondering why Lestat chose now to make a move. Lestat leaned forward, rubbing his nose against the fly of Daniel’s jeans, gazing up at the other man through his eyelashes.
“Just say the word mon cher, and I’ll stop.” Lestat pushed the thought into Daniel’s mind. Headphones blocking out any sound if Lestat were to simply speak. Daniel, ever the pessimist, stared into Lestat’s face, trying to expose the rockstar's ulterior motives. Want replaced reason. Surrendering to his craving, Daniel gave a half aborted nod for Lestat to continue before releasing a long draw of air. Lestat raced to continue, fully cupping Daniel’s growing bulge, through his jeans. Massaging the hidden cock, while leaving lingering open mouth kisses to the open areas on the bulge uncovered by his hand.
Lestat's hands worked together to unbuckle Daniel’s belt, making quick work of the button fly. It was like unwrapping a present, Lestat mused when he uncovered the plaid boxers. Ever bold he pulled the boxers down, letting gravity push the jeans down further. Daniel’s cock was half hard between his thighs, dark grey hair curling around the base of the man's cock and balls. The penis itself was slightly larger than average, wide, and cut. Lestat leaned and sucked the head into his mouth, letting it sit on his tongue, growing and pumping full of blood. Lestat took one of Daniel’s hands that laid limp by his side, guiding it to his hair before letting his own travel up to cup, and lightly tug at Daniel’s ballsack.
The resounding groan from above his head, and a tight hand winding his blond locks snug against his scalp lit Lestat’s nerves on fire. Ever greedy. He pulled back, Daniel’s cock slipping from his spit slicked mouth with an echoing pop. Lestat’s hands worked in tandem, pumping Daniel’s cock to fullness with rough friction due to the lack of lube, the other hand using its long fingers to run up to tease at Daniel’s scrotum.
“Lestat, come on.” the words were growled out, a man who was done being played with.
“Désolé” Lestat mouthed around Daniel’s hanging sack before being pulled up by his hair to be mouth level with his proudly standing cock. How delightful. Lestat lunged forward, licking a long line from root to tip, using one hand to steady the cock before swirling his tongue around the head. Lestat was impatient, opening his jaw wide, minding his teeth before swallowing down Daniels’s length. A quarter down, then a half, then all the way to the root. The vampiric lack of gag reflex and need for air made a slide easy. Daniel let out a long groan. Deep and echoing into the stagnant audio booth. Eyes slipping closed, and head tilting upward in a mirror of a silent prayer.
Lestat swallowed around Daniel’s cock before slipping upward until only the tip was left on his tongue. Then plunging down again to the root, nose taking easeful breaths of the pubic hair. Lestat got lost in the motions. Sliding up and down the thick cock as Daniel’s encouraging deep groans and growls sang to him from above. Daniel’s other hand had found Lestat’s hair as well, his large hands guiding Lestat's motions. Lestat’s own hips moved forward in aborted thrusts, more matching the pace than actually seeking friction. His hard cock stood proudly under his skirt. The thong he put on earlier in the night was unable to contain him at his fullest. Pulling off Daniel’s length his hand came up to grasp the man's cock at its base, giving small tugs upward while dropping his mouth to suck Daniel's ballsack into his mouth. Lestat’s fangs descended in a risky move, applying a tease of a bite. Daniel gave an aborted gasp, swearing eyes flashing open to meet Lestat’s stare.
“Shit babe, don’t neuter me.” The words would have been a warning if Daniel’s cock had not given a spurt of red tinged precome. Lestat pulled off the sack.
“I heard you liked to play the dog mon cher?” Lestat pushed toward Daniel’s mind. He didn’t wait for a reply before he ducked to capture the precome in his mouth before it was wasted onto the floor. Sucking Daniel back down to the root.
“Fuck, Lestat, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Daniel grunted out, a returning quip dying on his lips. Grasping the blonde's hair, trying to stay rooted in the moment. Lestat let out a hum of confirmation that sent the cock in his mouth jerking. Lavishing the underside of the organ with his tongue. Cheeks hollowed as he continued his way up to the tip, to then deepthroating the length down. Daniel let out a symphony of noise as he was worked over, he gave sharp tugs to Lestat’s hair to warn him of the impending end. Lestat took his length down in one last push forward, and with a glint in his eye, bit down on Daniel’s cock. Letting not only his cum to fill Lestat’s mouth, but a push of the fledgling's blood. Lestat sucked both down hungrily. He wanted to know this man inside and out.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Daniel shouted, quickly pawing at Lestat’s face to push him off of his now dripping cock. Lestat went easily, falling onto his back with a delighted smirk, licking his lips to gather the blood that overflowed to the corners of his mouth. Ignoring his own erection that still stood proudly between his legs.
“Should have known you would pull some shit like that, Jesus." Daniel had already yanked the headphone off his head, and nicked his thumb to press his vampiric blood into the punctures at the base of his penis. Once he was sure the holes had closed he tugged his pants back up to his waist, buttoning them up and bucking his belt before making a quick exit out of the booth. Lestat looked up from his position on the ground, gazing up at the blinking red light, still recording.
This would be a masterpiece.
Chapter 2: Armand
Summary:
Can you tell I love Lesmand? This chapter was a breeze to write.
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Armand was easy to find. He has had moments throughout their shared life of watching from afar. Lestat never had the heart to tell Armand he was not as sneaky as he thought, or maybe Armand knew that already and didn't care. The older vampire always had a way of brushing off the most unsettling of habits without a care of how they affected others. Not that Lestat minded the watchful eye of his gremlin. He supposed he could be vain in that regard, preening in front of the gaze on anyone and everyone who glanced his way. Because they were never truly a glace. His appearance was always appreciated by men and women alike. Young and old. Others who wanted him, and those who wanted to be him. Lestat digressed, The gremlin had been following him since the newest fledgling Daniel Molloy had started Lestat’s interview. Daniel was none the wiser about this ever watchful gaze. He still thought that Armand was globe trotting off somewhere. Which led Lestat to the next step in his plan.
The band plus Daniel had gone out to the club. Daniel needed a little push, however with Lestat’s tutelage had been making quick work of learning un petit coup throughout the night. Sipping a cocktail of drugs and liquor from the clubgoers bodys. As the group stepped out of the club in a pleasant stumble Lestat clung to the back of Daniel's body. Groping at his body through the leather jacket the fledgling was wearing. Lestat littered Daniel’s neck with sweet kisses and teasing nips as Daniel cluckled, dragging Lestat in by his hair into a filthy kiss. They had made amends from their tussle in the audio booth a week ago, and had grown closer due to it. For all the drama of Daniel’s fit, he was quick to ask Lestat to bite him again. A dark SUV pulled up to the curb, Alex, Larry and Cookie rushing into the car ready to go to the next club. Lestat let go of Daniel when the kiss disconnected, Daniel making his way to the car before turning, sending Lestat an inquisitive look.
“You coming?”
“Non mon cher, I am going to head to the recording studio to work a bit more.” A half truth. One to satisfy the reporters' ever wandering mind. “Enjoy yourself.” Lestat sent him off with a wink.
“Whatever man.” Daniel shrugged him off, hopping into the car after the band, they drove off the curb into the night. Lestat quickly turned, walking the five blocks down to get to the recording studio the band had been using while in New Orleans. Lestat had one at home, however he had found it was easier to just leave a building then trying to toss his bandmates out of his own home when he wanted them gone. He loved the three of them dearly, however sometimes he had other things to do. Lestat used his preternatural speed to make quick work of the journey. The predator stalking him couldn't be lost, and Armand loves a game of chase. He made quick work walking into the studio, and making his way down the hall to his recording room. Lestat flipped the lights on, walking to the panel, adjusted the mic above the switch panel just so before adjusting the recording levels.
“You can go back to your own fledgling now, or perhaps turn one of your insufferable groupies.” An accented temper spoke from behind Lestat.
“Ah, but why turn a fan when I have my eternal groupie right here?” Lestat let out a laugh at his own joke before turning and continuing. “You have no more claim on him mon petite diablotin than I do.”
“He is mine, You can certainly feel my blood in his veins, yet you fondle and parade him around in front of me.” Armand, all things considered looked good. Lestat knew how Louis deciding you no longer deserved his attention could feel, and Armand wore it better than Lestat did for all those years. Long legs clad in dark slacks, button up shirt only buttoned to his sternum, leaving his pecs open and curved for anyone to leer at. Tasteful leather boots with a slight heel only to emphasize his height.
“What if that was my plan, bringing you out of your well worn shadows so I can gaze upon you once again.” Lestat leaned against the switchboard, letting one long leg cross over the other in an effortless manner. Letting Armand’s wide eyes scan his body. Lestat stayed quiet, letting the two vampires take each other in. It had been 77 years since they had last been able to gaze so openly at one another. “How long has it been since you had a taste of your fledgling in the throws of passion?” Lestat couldn't keep silent for long.
“You shut your dreary mouth.” Armand was on him in a second. Holding his jaw in a stone firm grip. Eyes alight with a dangerous fire. His face was close enough where their noses were brushing.
“How long since he called for you? How long since he called you…Babe” Lestat let his voice drop into an overemphasized American accent on the last word. His lips coming together to form a smirk, meeting Armand’s laser focus. Armand jerked back, pushing Lestat's head to the side as he built space away from the blonde. Lestat pushed forward, leaning into Armand’s space grazing his lips across Armand’s cheekbone before leaning toward his ear. “Would you like to see what we did? Or perhaps get to experience it yourself?”
“You are like a bitch in heat.” The words spoke softly, however the hand that Armand had put on Lestat’s chest to push him away slowly dropped to cup at his left pec instead.
“Non, I’m nothing but a stud.” Lestat closed the distance between their bodies. Thrusting forward to grind their crotches together. Armand let out a gasp bringing his arms to the front of Lestat’s silk shirt, already working to undo the buttons. They had always been like this, quick to fight, quick to fuck. At each other's throats one minute, to pitifully whining into each other's mouths the next. Thinking of mouths, Lestat drove forward capturing Armand’s into a frantic kiss, turning their bodies around and pushing Armand back into the sound panel. Armand let out an appreciative moan at the rough handling. Finally finished with the buttons on Lestat’s shirt he pushed the garment off the blonde's shoulders. Before he could reach for Lestat’s pants the other man captured his wrists. Disconnecting the kiss, Lestat released Armand’s wrists to firmly grip either side of Armand's shirt. Yanking it off his body. Whatever few buttons that were slipped into their button holes popped off, flying to the ground. Picked up Armand propping his ass on the edge on the sound panel. He then dipped down, kissing Armand’s legs making quick work of Armand’s shoelaces before tossing each boot behind him. Coming back up to strip Armand of his slacks.
Lestat bit off the tips of his nails off his hands, it wasn't perfect, but it would do for what he had planned. Armand had always liked a bit of pain with his pleasure anyhow. Armand watched each move like he was writing a critique. Large eyes tracking every small detail. Lestat captured Armand’s lips back into a frantic kiss. Before fetching a sachet of lube from his back pocket. Oh how the modern world had thought of everything. Lestat dragged his tongue from Armand's mouth, leaving the other man whining at the disconnect. Lestat nipped a trail of fang forward kisses down Armand’s neck, reaching his collar bone before licking down to Armand’s naval. Armand had a sparse patch of hair on his chest, and a light dusting on his arms and legs but nothing more where it got intimate. His pubic area was shaved bare. In an attempt to keep his former maître interested in his body. Lestat would have loved to see a bush in its place. Hair was expected in his time, and he cherished every companion he brought to bed. Lestat could not cover the scars Marius left, but he could help bring new memories. Lestat ducked down to Armand’s half hard member, kissing the tip before taking the length into his mouth fully. Armand was average length, uncut, with a flushed dark head peeking out of the foreskin. He was absolutely ravishing as Lestat gazed at Armand’s half lidded eyes and open gasping mouth. He was always sensitive. Armand gripped at blond locks pushing Lestat down to hold him at the root. While he leaned back onto his other arm.
Lestat blindly ripped into the lube sachets, squeezing the gel onto his fingers and discarding the waste. Lestat brought his fingers to Armand's entrance, sliding two fingers in. Armand gasped, arching into the air, almost slipping off his perch. The penetration was rude and abrupt. Causing nails to dig into Lestat’s scalp in punishment. Lestat circled Armand’s hole to ease the stretch, pumping the fingers across the walls to sooth the vampire under him. Drool slipped around his mouth as Armand held him steady. Warming his growing cock inside Lestat’s mouth. Minutes passed in content silence, Lestat added a third finger, starting to focus on the end goal. Scissoring his fingers wide, then with practiced ease, finding and teasing that bundle of nerves. Armand let out a shuttered gasp, thrusting forward into Lestat’s mouth. Then back into Lestat’s fingers. Lestat himself let out a choked out sound from the abrupt abuse to his mouth. Before teasing against Armand’s prostate again. Lestat made quick work of finishing Armand’s prep. His own cock heavy against the fly of his leather pants.
“Les, hurry.” Armand breathes out. Urging his hips lower to grind against Lestat’s leather. Ass hanging off the panel, Armand fully laid himself out on the swichboard. Seemingly ignoring the various switches and slides that were digging into his back. Lestat nodded quickly, unzipping his pants letting his long cock spring free to curve toward his stomach. Leaning forward to capture Armand’s lips in a kiss and opening his last pack of lube to smear onto his cock. He braced one hand on Armand’s hip, while the other guided his cock home. Armand felt like heaven. Tight walls parting for Lestat's cock. Armand huffed a breath as Lestat gave a few experimental thrust inside before he started to build speed. Lestat briefly adjusted the mic closer by a few inches before grabbing both sides of the bottom’s hips. Armand gave an inquisitive look to Lestat. However Lestat refused to give away his game.
Lestat started at a punishing pace, using Armand’s hips to drag his body close to meet his thrusts as he used Armand’s hole. There was no need for a pretense of sweetness between them. Stud that Lestat said he was he fucked with wild abandon, hips meeting Armand’s ass with a echoing tempo thoughout the quiet room. Armand let out a tirade of breathless gasps as he clawed at Lestat’s back. Drawing long lines of blood across his shoulders, trails of blood sliding down the blondes vertebrae. Lestat met Armand’s intensity, biting down on his pecs, not drinking, deep gouges where his teeth plunged into the meat of Armand's body and pulled the skin enough to tear. Armand moaned like a woman, letting out a series of high pitched cut off whines.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh” His lithe bronze body arching up, jolting up the panel with each thrust just to be pulled back onto Lestat’s cock once again. “Les, I can’t-” he cut himself off with a pitched whine when Lestat pushed against his prostates.
“I know mon cher.” Lestat was not unaffected. Red tinged sweat ran across his body. Where they were conjoined together, Lestat's flow of precome let out slick sounds easing the brutal pace. Lestat reached between their bodies, grasping at Armand's erection and began pumping. His hand still slick with sweat and lube. Armand’s head flew back, eyes closed in a silent prayer as Lestat pumped his cock in tandem with his thrusts. “Don’t hide your sounds.” Armand let out a girlish squeal thighs fluttering as his cock shot its load between them. Lestat plowed on, driving for his own pleasure. Armand letting out overstimulated squeaks, and moans. Lestat lost his rhythm, hands flexing on Armand’s hip before plowing into his hole with one more thrust. Letting out a deep growl bowing his head as he unloaded into Armand.
They lay there panting, bleeding. A familiar mutual respect settled between them. Lestat slipped out of Armand tucking himself back into his pants and lending Armand a hand to stand up. Lestat bent down picking up Armand’s slacks, helping him step into them with each leg before zipping them up for the man before him. Lestat then found his own silk shirt. Easing Armand’s arms though the material before buttoning it up over slowly closing bitemarks the littered Armand's chest. Armand was passive throughout the experience, Gazing at Lestat through dazed eyes and stealing kisses between buttons. Lestat finally gathered Armand’s shoes. Kneeling down in front of him and gilding Armand’s foot into them tying the laces and then kissing to the toe box, looking up at Armand lovingly.
“Do you need a ride home?” Lestat asked, part of Lestat wanted to take Armand home, bath him, do his hair, dress him in silk, take him to bed to treat him again to a second round. This time of caring and slow sex.
“There you go again. Always with the dress up. Maybe you'll get a doll for Christmas.” Armand reached down, guiding Lestat’s head up to be level with his. Placing a gentle kiss on Lestat’s scar at the corner of his mouth. “I will take my leave now.” and with that Armand stepped around Lestat and out the door. Lestat stood in the room alone. Armand’s ripped shirt laying on the ground as a reminder of what had occurred. Lestat walked to the panel, stopping the recording, and got to work sending a copy to his computer before taking his leave as well.
Chapter 3: Louis
Summary:
Louis pays a visit to Lestat. If anyone is wondering what Louis is wearing, its Jacob's 2025 San Diego Comic Con black outfit with a pair of Grave Moc Louboutin loafers.
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Lestat reclined in his private studio chair. While he could admire modern technological advancements for recording instruments, his application still did nothing for his frustration with Alex’s playing. Alex had started to release his notes later and later. He always starts on beat, however halfway through the take he loses rhythm. Alex had shown up late and already intoxicated to practices and recording sessions the last three sessions, and Lestat was seriously considering dispatching him and finding a new bassist all together. However that would also mean Larry would ask where his brother ran off to, then Lestat would have to take care of Larry, then he would have to find a new guitarist. Truly it would be more work then needed with the album in its current state. A soft knock echoed from behind the door, Lestat turned his head sharply, no one was supposed to be in his house. The door opened revealing Louis. Radiant as ever, Lestat could feel his soul reach out just to be in the presence of his Louis.
“I let myself in, thought you wouldn’t mind.” Louis calmly closed the door behind him. He wasn’t asking if Lestat minded, that was not for Lestat to decide.
“Mon cœur, You never have to announce yourself.” Louis knew this, that graceful smirk that twitched at his lips from Lestat’s words. From their time apart Lestat had gotten eager with receiving Louis' attention, and had forgotten the grace that hid it so well when they had first met all those years ago at the Fairplay.
“I heard you've been busy, writing and recording the nights away.” Louis toed off his black loafers, saddle shoe stitching, black leather tassel laying across the tongue of the shoe, and a flash of red on the sole that promised luxury. Louis had always loved the fine garments his money could buy. “Staying busy with my boy, well, boys.” Louis turned his full attention to Lestat. He had a dark gleam in his green eyes.
“What is that fledgling telling you?” Lestat could play this off. He might still be able to end the night with Louis in his arms. They weren't even in an official commitment, what say did Louis have in his affections.
“Nothing much, however he had a certain night playing in his head the last time we went hunting together. A recording box, a blonde between his legs, a bitemark he liked too much.” Louis let the sentence hang between them for a second before continuing. “And imagine my surprise when Armand called to me two days ago. Flashes of a blonde pounding into him.”
“Mon Cher, ignore the gremlin, he has nothing better to do than sour your happiness.” Lestat moved to get up, but Louis pinned him with a glare. Making Lestat settle back into his leather chair.
“And Daniel?” Louis slowly started to unbutton his black polo shirt, Lestat’s eyes followed those nimble hands down the front of Louis’ shirt.
“You asked me to watch over him, I was making sure he did not go searching for something too close to sunrise.”
“Always an excuse.” Louis let his shirt drop off his shoulders to fall to rest at the crook of his elbows. He wore a black tank top underneath the short sleeved button up. Production of each button being undone, a tease with no reward at the end. “Sit on the couch for me.” Lestat quickly rose and stepped toward the couch. He refused to acknowledge his readiness to comply with Louis' request.
Finally Louis dropped his polo to the ground, reaching down to grab the edge of his tank top. A gold chain glinted in the light with every movement. Accenting that wondrous collarbone. Louis deserved to be bathed in gold and jewelry, anything his heart desired. Lestat could do that for him. Lestat’s breath caught in his chest when Louis pulled his shirt off. Dropping it to his side before he turned. Walking to the sound panel, pressing play on Alex’s off beat playing. They listened in silence for a moment before he paused the track with a non committal hum. Louis then walked to the corner where a rolling mic stand stood. Louis let the silence hang in the room as he rolled the stand to the sound panel. Fixing a mic to it.
“Can I help you mon cher?” Lestat asked. Eager to close the space between them, to be of use for his Louis. The quiet strip tease had his cock standing to attention. He was always quick to arouse. It has amused Louis to no end when they first lived together.
“You will stay where I put you tonight.” Louis refused to look over his shoulder. Finishing connecting the mic cord to the soundcard. He turned, bronze skin glowing under the room's lighting as he walked to the couch with the mic stand. Adjusting the mic to rest over Lestat’s head. “Shirt off.” Lestat was quick to strip off his own shirt. Awaiting his next order. Louis undid the fly to his black slacks, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of the fabric. Bending down away from Lestat to rip off his socks. Giving the blonde a view of his ass clad in simple black boxer briefs. Underwear that found themselves quickly joining the rest of Louis' clothes on the floor. Lestat let out a groan, cupping his bulge for relief. Eyes pinned to the glint of silver that sat between Louis’ cheeks.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Louis’ tone was sharp, finally turning to give Lestat his full attention. Louis’ dark cock stood proudly away from his body, while his demeanor was indifferent, his body was telling.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t” Lestat rubbed against his length again. Hips following the movement up.
“Brat.” Louis crossed the room before straddling Lestat’s lap. He leaned close to Lestat’s ear letting his breath ghost the outer cuff. “We will do this on my terms, you will follow my every order, and by the end I might let you cum. Do you understand?”
“Oui.” It came out breathless. Silent worship of the man above him. Louis undid Lestat’s belt, peeling his fly down and taking the other man's cock out of his pants. Louis pumped his hand across the length of Lestat’s cock. Unlubed and rough. Tantalizing to Lestat’s nerves.
“Unwrap your gift.” Lestat was quick to reach behind and gripped at the steel plug nestled between Louis’ cheeks. Slowly removing it with shallow thrusts. Pulling more out with each repetition until it was fully removed. Lestat dropped it to the ground to replace the object with his fingers. Aching to feel the clutch of Louis’ slick walls.
“None of that.” Louis slapped his hand away, dropping a small bottle of lube into it instead. “Get in me now.” Lestat didn’t question where the lube came from, didn’t respond to the indignity of being pushed to fit Louis’ needs. His lust idled head had only one clear thought, ‘this is who I am meant to serve.’ Lestat popped the lid open dripping the slick onto his cock. Spreading it down the length before guiding it to Louis’ entrance. Pushing in with an airy gasp.
“Enough, stay still.” Lestat paused brow furrowing. Was Louis trying to kill him? He could barely breath as half his cock speared into Louis. Louis himself sighed, dropping down to take Lestat to the root. Dropping both hands to rest on Lestat’s chest for balance before starting to rise. Louis used Lestat like a toy. Clinical. Rising up and down on his cock with low moans. Letting his head tip up to the mic with purposeful grace. Louis circled his hips. Building speed and rhythm. Circle, then bouncing down onto Lestat’s cock. From tip to root, massaging Lestat’s dick with his walls until Lestat couldn't think past his nose. All that mattered was Louis, Louis’ pleasure, Louis’ hole, Louis’ everything.
“Fuck Les, come on, fuck me.” Louis moaned out. Loud without being over produced. Oh how his Louis could sing in these moments. Lestat took his permission. Fucking up into Louis as the other man dropped down. Grabbing at his hips like an anchor to the human plain of existence. With each thrust up Louis let out a soft moan. “Les, Les, Les, Please.” Louis had always been vocal. Lestat remembered the nights where they still shared a room with Claudia. Clothes stuffed into Louis’ mouth so he would not blow the cover of their single coffin paradise.
“Mine, say that you're mine Louis. Just for tonight.” Lestat begged. He desperately wanted it to be the two of them again.
“Yours, Les, all yours.” A long drawn out moan filled the air As Lestat thrust against Louis’ prostate. “There, Les please. Please again Les.” Lestat’s hand bared down as be fucked upward into Louis. Louis’ knees dropped his weight, allowing Lestat to take full control. He growled as Louis continued to whine into the mic. Calling Lestat’s name, encouraging murmurs to fuck him harder. Louis’ cock rubbed between their stomachs, leaking pink cum. Pearling up from his tip before it caught onto their abs.
“Close, Les baby close.” Lestat flipped Louis into the couch cushions, baring down taking what he desired from Louis’ body. Louis grabbed at Lestat’s shoulders as he fell backward. Hand grasping at Lestat now, pawing for more, pushing back strung on pleasure. Lestat grasped at Louis’ cock pumping it in time with his own thrusts. Louis’ body pulled taunt, cum shooting from his cock to paint their bodies. Louis groaned as his body relaxed into the couch cushions.
“Get your own baby, come on.” Louis’ speech was slurred. Lestat continued to fuck into his body with the mans permission. Pushing Louis into a whining mess below him. Louis came a second time, weak cum dripping down his length in a pitiful trickle. Louis’ ass clutched Lestat in a tight grip, a few more thrust is all Lestat could manage before coming into Louis’ hole. Staying inside as his length softened. Their chests heaving together before slowing into slight breaths. Louis lifted his head up, eyes half closed before he gave Lestat a gentle kiss. He disconnected the kiss before speaking.
“If you don’t pull out soon, I will cut your balls off.”
“You love my balls too much.” However Lestat compiled. Pulling out before dropping down beside Louis. Bring him close to his chest. Savoring their time together.
“If you ever try to record me without my knowledge, I will lock you in a coffin and send you into the ocean.” Louis scanned Lestat’s face. Waiting for his compliance.
“Désolé, I will never contemplate such a thing again.”
“Good, now take me to your coffin, I’m tired.” Louis turned his body away from Lestat, leaving him room to get up and carry Louis to bed.
“As you wish.”
Chapter 4: The Aftermath
Summary:
Moaning on my radio? that's against the lord. This was super fun to write and I hope people like it.
Chapter Text
The Vampire Lestat Releases Debut Album “BloodSucker” Controversy Follows
Author: Tiffany Smith
Many eagerly awaited the release of The Vampire Lestat’s debut album following the massive success of his two singles “Long Face” and “Bang Bang”. Both songs charting in the top 10 worldwide and in America respectively after their release. Lestat (Lead Vocals, Violin, and Piano) with respective bandmates Larry (Guitar), Alex (Bass), and Tough Cookie (Drums) shot into fame last year when their song “Long Face” went viral on Tiktok. Read more on their rise to fame Here. The 15 track debut album was released on Wednesday and is being widely criticized for one track in particular, “Scream”. “Scream” is every headbanger's ideal song, heavy bass, a wicket drum solo, and a screeching guitar that pairs with Lestat’s intense vocal range. Lyrics then tell of drugs, sex, and rock and roll. However the lyrics are not the cause of concern. “Scream” opens with a masculine voice moaning Lestat’s name, and different voices moaning throughout the track harmonizing with the instruments. Head spokesperson Sarah Turner with Concerned Parents Against Expletives (CPAE) spoke with us today quote “This filth influences our children. As parents we have to shield out children from the explicit lyrics that are allowed on the radio today. Now we have to worry about porn? You have this man cross dressing on TV, singing of drugs, and sex, and now releasing pornography as well. An Explicit Content sticker is not enough. We need action!”
Sarah Turner references Lestat’s People’s Choice Awards performance after winning Favorite Break Out Music Artist. Where he graced the stage in a black slip dress that left very little to the imagination. Accessorized with a vintage fur shawl and black heels. More Coverage Here. Many fans have come to the defense of the band however. Citing that they have their first amendment right of freedom of Speech and press. They also argue that it is not the band's responsibility to protect other’s children. And continued to say that it's the parent’s responsibility to watch what their children are watching online. The Vampire Lestat and their media team have refused to comment at this time. If one thing is for sure people will be watching as they kick off their North American Tour next month, and the eagerly awaited docuseries with famed journalist Daniel Molloy.
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Horny for Fangs @Lesgo
Not the WASP moms freaking out over some moaning calling that pornography is reaching.
Lestatsno1fan @chooseme replies to @Lesgo
Right? We don’t even know if it was real moaning. This is why we can’t have anything nice.
Vamphag @bitemedaddy replies to @chooseme
Not real? Tell me you're a virgin without telling me you're a virgin. Those punched out moans over the bridge deserve an Emmy if that's the case.
Mindingmyown @hotdotsplz replies to @Lesgo
Who cares it was the hottest thing ive experienced in my adult life
Zeppers @Plantmyfeet
@Lestatoffical a warning would have been nice, first listen to the album with my mom in the car and Scream played full blast imma commit
Who Else @Lestatoffical replies to @Plantmyfeet
How did you think you came into this world? Send her over xx
Zeppers @Plantmyfeet replies to @Lestatoffical
OMGOMG FBSIFE DID LESTAT JUST SAY HE WANTED TO BONE MY MOM
Trixie @trixupmysleeve replies to @Plantmyfeet
BRO THE VAMPIRE LESTAT WANTS TO BONE YOUR MOM
Long Face @prettybaby22
Is anyone else thinking Lestat came out as gay with Scream. Why are there only male voices moaning?
Vamphag @bitemedaddy replies to @prettybaby22
Have you seen the way that man dresses? Hes never needed to come out.
Zeppers @Plantyourfeet replies to @bitemedaddy
Thats what everyone thought about Prince and look at how that turned out.
Grace @Gracesworld replies to @bitemedaddy
Clothing has no gender. He can be straight and wear a dress. You're stereotyping.
Claudiawasright @fangirl34 replies to @prettybaby22
Idk the moaning over the bridge was pretty feminine
Ceeme @trythatagain replies to @Plantyourfeet
Wait Prince wasnt gay?!??!
Lioncunt @hoesdead3 reposted @swiftupdates
She literally made that one herself tho? She can’t handle the pressure of The Vampire Lestat coming for her crown.
Swiftupdates @swiftupdates
Taylor Swift just announced Life of A Showgirl Taylor’s Version, Im screaming
I stan my canceled wife ldpdl @LDPDLFanClub replies to @hoesdead3
No because why did she have to do this two days after TVL’s album release. Shes sweatingggggg.
TayTay @englishteacher replies to @LDPDLFanClub
You hate to see a woman succeed and protect her peace. TVL and that vampire book is so cringe you need to go outside and touch grass if you believe any of that shit.
Armandwife @hedidnothingwrong reposts TayTay @englishteacher
God forbid anyone have any fun and whimsy with miss energy vampire here.
TayTay @englishteacher replies to @LDPDLFanClub
You hate to see a woman succeed and protect her peace. TVL and that vampire book is so cringe
you need to go outside and touch grass if you believe any of that shit.
Molloytellsthetruth @dogboymolloy replies to @hedidnothingwrong
No because they will do anything except call her out for being moneyhungry
Who Else @Lestatoffical
American puritan culture will continue to suffocate creativity and exile expression. Children used to fuck at 13 and die at 17. They'll be fine.
Who Else @Lestatoffical
Who is this Taylor Swift and why is she “coming for me neck” as you say. She could not get close to my neck, my neck is highly protected.
Tough Cookie @TCookieoffical replies to @Lestatoffical
Jesus Lestat what did you just get us into?
Larbear @LarryTVLoffical replies to @TCookieoffical
Canceled before we even get started, it was a good run.
Freddie @anotherdust replies to @Lestatoffical
She literally can not touch you, you are serving off the charts cunt realness.
Who Else @Lestatoffical replies to @anotherdust
I'm a cunt? You must have mistaken me for my mother.
BREAKING NEWS:The Vampire Lestat responds to controversy and new Taylor Swift Beef
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u/Tessa.v
SCREAM ADLIBS
Does anyone have any guesses on who is moaning in scream? Vocal actors? Maybe lovers of Lestat? Who have we spotted with the band in the last few month? I have counted at least three different voices, the one who is moaning Lestat’s name at the beginning/end, the one over the bridge, and the one backing the bass rift.
u/finickyfelix
I don’t think they are vocal actors, they would have given them credit if that were the case.
- u/sam.b
That isnt always the case, Clare Torry originally did not receive credit for her solo in Great Gig In
The Sky, and had to sue for royalties and copyright.
u/tifplease
You don’t think its Larry and Alex? I wouldn’t put it past Lestat to moan his own name.
u/ratman
Daniel Molloy has been seen most with the band. I not saying its proof, but the grunting when the guitars/bass get heavy sounds like this grunt from when he stubbed his toe while on the Late Late Show youtube.com/jh2892ji1u2h89371hokwhdoq83198wio
- u/zombieman
WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU MIGHT BE ONTO SOMETHING.
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