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Lestat was yet to successfully teach Louis the art of moderation.
In the evenings where they hunted their prey, Louis' restraint seemed to snap as soon as they found their quarry. A messy eater at the best of times, Louis seemed to relish the feeling and the sensation of a hot, dripping mouthful of a human's warm, wet blood. And with every kill he got messier and messier with his feeding, gorging himself like a wild animal with little regard to himself, nor to Lestat.
Initially it was mildly amusing. Endearing, even.
It quickly grew less and less amusing.
"Louis!"
A frustrated sigh left Lestat's lips as he stepped towards his fledgeling, whose chin was dripping with the blood of his victims, down his front and coating his hands. It would have been somewhat sensual had it been done in his arms or on a place of his choosing. However, this seemed to happen more often than Lestat preferred; the French vampire found it to be somewhat of an... inconvenience, especially when Louis was so stubborn in his need to find his own food, rather than sharing like Lestat so desired. He was messy, untidy, he often left his prey lying about like they were trash to be collected instead of an elegant meal, and he drank so, SO much. Lestat would not call his companion a hedonist, per sé...
But sometimes, Louis acted like a right pig.
Louis seemed not to notice Lestat's frustrations at all, as he kept drinking and feeding from his poor, pitiful victim of the evening. The man was so absorbed in his own pleasure, with his face tucked in the side of his prey's neck, that when the blonde vampire approached and finally put a hand to his head to turn his face towards his he was shocked to find a snarl leave the young man's throat, as he was faced with two green, angry eyes and an equally snappy mouth, full of fangs, as Louis' instincts seemed to kick in.
"I wasn't done." Louis snarled. The noise sent a small thrill through the blonde.
"No," Lestat replied, his fingers still tangled in the raven haired man's curls as he tugged him away from his meal with a forcefulness he didn't typically show his partner, and which caused Louis' breath to hitch at the display. "You're finished."
The body slumped from Louis' lap and fell to the ground, discarded, like a toy that had no longer garnered Louis' interest, his eyes now focussed solely on the man before him.
Lestat was always beautiful, always stunning, but there was something to the way he looked at him, eyes dark, face twisted into something of an unrecognisable expression... It was a mix of arousal, anger and frustration. Louis felt himself tremble slightly under that icy stare.
"Lestat... I-"
Whatever excuse Louis might have concocted died in his mouth before it had a chance to pass his tongue as Lestat grabbed his hand and began to drag him back to the estate. His feet continued to trip on the dirt and the pavement as the blonde man dragged him down the streets, past pedestrians, into their abode without a care for what a spectacle he may have caused.
Louis' confusion and indignance at being manhandled and dragged through the streets only increased when he found himself pushed onto one of the sitting room couches with a surprising amount of force.
"Stay," was the singular, solitary command that left Lestat's mouth, his eyes dark and cold, expression stern. "If you move, I swear on all things holy I'll lock you back up in your coffin for a week, do you understand me?"
When the young man didn't move nor reply immediately, the man let a dangerous fanged snarl spread over his lips.
"Do. You. Understand?"
A quiet whimper left his lover's throat.
"...Yes." He breathed out. And that was it. Louis de Pointe du Lac did as he was told, and did not move a single inch, no matter how much his stomach began to hurt over time. He hadn't realised how full he really was until he was finally forced to still himself. The blood was making him nauseous from being so still and so full, and despite the urge to throw it all up as a consequence of his poor judgement and lack of self-control, he sat quietly, still and calm.
He didn't know when Lestat came back. He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard the footsteps and his body gave an instinctive little flinch. The older vampire stepped to him, his coat shed somewhere, his chest exposed through his shirt as the blonde knelt in front of Louis, a wet rag in his hand as it lifted and wiped gently at his mouth, and his cheeks, the side of his nose. It was humiliating to be washed and bathed by Lestat in such a way, the silent scolding from the elder vampire all the louder in Louis' ears.
"Lestat..." the young man's voice was quiet, fragile, as though he was afraid that, by speaking to his sire, he might ignite the anger he had seen and experienced for the brief moments at their feeding grounds.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" He sneered.
"...I feel ill." It was a pitiful admission, and Lestat's smile could not be considered kind in any way.
"I bet you do," Lestat said with a tone of mocking amusement. "Do you realise how absolutely filthy you look, my love? Covered in the blood of your victim; You're like an animal."
The shame burned Louis from the inside, the heat rising up in the tips of his ears as the blonde man began to unbutton Louis' blood-sodden shirt, popping each button out with deliberate slowness.
"And you know what happens when a vampire drinks too much in one night?"
Louis' brow furrowed as the man pulled apart the front of the blood-soaked fabric. Lestat sighed dramatically, shaking his head before he brought the cloth to his chest. His body was already stained scarlet with the remnants of the evening's blood.
"Pity, I loved this shirt on you. Ah well."
The nonchalance in Lestat's voice made the young vampire's stomach churn with sickness.
Before Louis was fully aware of what was occurring, a hand was pressed to his abdomen. His eyes flickered, and he let out a small, quiet little confused sound that escaped him before a single digit, right over his belly button, pressed hard. It was then that Louis realised the discomfort was concentrated lower than where his stomach laid, as the blood he had so carelessly and greedily devoured had collected much lower than he anticipated.
As soon as Lestat's finger applied pressure to the slight swell of Louis' lower belly he gasped and had to squeeze his thighs together to stop from releasing himself in the parlour of his family's home. He was suddenly fully aware of how achingly full his bladder was, distended with the excess blood and cramping at the effort of keeping it all inside.
"Goodness. Look at the state of you, mon petit glouton," Lestat whispered. The younger man was trembling and sweating, a mix of shame, humiliation and discomfort. "I suppose now, it will have to come out, won't it?"
"No, Lestat stop!" Louis tried to push the vampire away as he shot a hand to his crotch to try and hold everything back - to no avail.
His stomach lurched as a small dribble of crimson trickled out and his bladder cried in desperation. When his face began to burn with shame, he tried to curl into himself to hide the quiet, desperate little; "No…" that left his lips.
But Lestat seemed intent on punishing his darling partner, and instead slid a leg over Louis' thighs, his hips grinding into the slight swell in the other vampire's pelvis to force another, harder spurt from him that soaked right through his clothes. Louis let out an indignant noise of panic.
"Lestat please- get off! I can't-" Another firm, purposeful roll of the older vampire's hips against Louis' crotch had him unable to form another coherent thought, the heat in his bladder making it clench painfully as it released another torrent of blood that soaked right through Louis' trousers. That first gush of almost-piss set his nerves alight and made him tremble in an effort to stop and keep it all inside. He couldn’t, he couldn’t wet himself, no no no-
"Oh goodness, Louis, not here, stop!" Lestat's teasing had his fledgling trembling in shame, a wolfish grin spreading on the French vampire's mouth as a final press to Louis' abdomen fully broke the dam in his body, as the warm flood soaked between his legs and into his clothes.
Louis gasped, and whimpered as he squeezed his eyes shut. His nails dug into Lestat's shoulder, holding the man while his face tucked against the crook of the vampire's shoulder, feeling all that hot blood come flooding from his cock and soaking through his trousers. Even as he tried to squeeze and stop the flow, he knew the attempt was pointless, and the foreign feeling of urinating for the first time since his mortal life ended had left the man panting and gasping as the bloody urine dripped from him. Lestat laughed in a mocking tone.
"Oh, oh no. Mon chéri, look what's happened." His words were dripping in malicious delight at seeing his fledgling so humbled. It had the desired effect; as the man's head tilted back and Louis gazed at him through watery, green eyes Lestat could see that deep-seated humiliation pooling within them. "You poor, messy little thing. How unbecoming of a Pointe du Lac. Whatever will I do with you?"
When Louis did nothing but whimper in reply, Lestat's hand grabbed at Louis's wet crotch and kneaded his palm against him with a harshness that had the messier, blood-slicked man moaning.
"Filthy boy," he growled as he nipped Louis' neck. "Making a mess like a child." The pressure that his palm applied was enough to squeeze the last few spurts out of his poor cock, and Lestat could feel his fledgeling trembling beneath him. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wetting yourself in our parlour?"
"I-" His breath hitched when his own cock betrayed him and began to rise, reacting to Lestat's touch in the same way it always did. "It was your fault." Louis defended pathetically.
"It was me?!" Lestat gasped, feigning shock and scandal at Louis' weak accusation, grabbing the back of the man's hair and forcing his chin up. The pleasure that was mixed with the pain had the younger vampire moaning louder than before. "Well I beg your pardon! It was NOT me who drank from three men then couldn't even keep his composure after his scolding! What an awful liar you are!"
Louis moaned again. There was something to the way Lestat took charge and punished him like this that made his entire body sing with arousal. He felt the way the front of his crotch throbbed and tingled beneath the blonde's touch and he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips up into Lestat's palm for some sort of relief, anything to quell the ache in his groin.
"A-ahh-" A choked sob wracked through Louis's throat as more pre dribbled into his pants and mixed with the blood that already soaked them.
Lestat's smile was cruel, bordering sadistic as he dipped his hands down Louis' waistband and stroked at his cock with his thumb and forefinger, slow strokes to his shaft as his nails teased over the throbbing veins beneath the flesh.
"What a filthy creature you are... pissing the floor like an ill trained dog..." He murmured in Louis' ear.
"N-nhgg!" Louis threw his head back when Lestat started to stroke him in earnest, trying to arch and writhe for any sort of friction he could find against the elder's body, which towered above him with such power and strength that left Louis whimpering. "Please, Lestat... P-please..."
The older vampire tutted and shook his head as he pressed his weight into Louis' thighs, keeping him firmly pinned under his hips, a reminder that Louis was his prey for the evening and Lestat could do what he pleased to him. The thought alone was almost too much and had the smaller man's body giving a small twitch and buck up towards the other's hands.
"Mon petit salope," Lestat spat as he ripped Louis' soiled pants off of his body, tearing into them like tissue paper and revealing his blood-stained thighs and cock. "Look at this," he spread Louis' knees apart so he could see how far down the blood ran. Louis burned with humiliation when it trailed all the way down his calves and pooled beneath his crotch. "How disgusting you are."
Lestat slid his leg between Louis', rubbing his own knee against the young vampire's bare erection, giving Louis some satisfaction as the movement caused him to throw his head back and whine as the rough fabric stimulated the sensitive skin of his cock.
"Les- ah-haaa- Ple-ease!" Louis begged shamelessly. He needed it. He needed release. He was almost dizzy with the need.
Lestat's response was only another snarl and a tug on his raven hair, pulling it taught and forcing the young vampire to look into the icy blue eyes of his lover.
"Please what?" Came the retort. "Say it."
"Let m-me-" Louis stopped when Lestat tugged his hair again with more force, bringing tears to the corner of his green eyes. "Fuck! O-Okay, okay!"
The pressure on Louis' scalp dissipated, the man's fingers gently carding through the back of his hair.
"Please... let me finish... Please Lestat, please!" He sounded so pathetically needy, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Lestat cooed gently. "What a good boy you are."
Lestat continued to roll and grind his knee up against Louis' bare crotch, and it didn't take much longer of rutting into Lestat's knee for Louis to find his release. With his vision nearly white from pleasure he spilled all over himself, and all over his lover, moaning and gasping with broken cries leaving his sore throat, each cackle from Lestat causing another bolt of hot pleasure to shoot through his abdomen. Louis fell limp on the couch, completely and utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally as his orgasm faded into aftershocks.
"You really are an embarrassment, my dear Louis."
He shakily glanced down at himself. The mess was obscene; a mixture of thick blood and cloudy white spend. He blushed at the state he was in. So used and so humiliated.
"But," Lestat whispered in the shell of Louis' ear, "you are my embarrassment." There was a lick along his jugular. "And nobody gets to have you like I do, hmm?"
Louis nodded with a breathy gasp escaping him when Lestat kissed his exposed neck and sucked a small bruise over the old, healed puncture wounds of a bygone night.
"Now we've made such a mess, haven't we?" The blonde murmured as he slid a hand to collect some of the fluids dripping down the younger vampire's thighs, the mixture of semen and blood covering his fingertips before he pressed them to Louis' mouth. "Clean it up for me, chéri."
For once, Louis did not need to be told twice, and took Lestat's bloodied fingers into his mouth to suckle and clean obediently. His head swam at the taste; the blood he had consumed earlier now tainted and ruined by his own bodily excretions.
The French vampire chuckled, dark and sadistic.
"Good boy... Good boy, my sweet darling. Clean yourself up properly then come and join me in bed when you're finished, alright, beloved?"
And without another word, Lestat stood, and walked up the stairs and disappeared down the hallway as if nothing had transpired.
And Louis was left to lie there, trembling and breathing heavily on their sofa, half dressed, covered in filth...
He found, surprisingly, that he quite liked that idea.