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Lestat, as was the dramatic nature of his entire being, often resulted to incredibly petty ways of showing Louis how upset he was.
Once he got past the routine temper tantrum where he'd raise his voice and maybe smash a vase or two in the process of venting his frustration, Lestat was quick to move onto something more childish in his quiet seething.
Louis had seen it time after time throughout their relationship over the years; a very common one was Lestat relocating back to his own coffin and refusing to sleep next to his lover until whatever problem there was had been fixed. Then there was the time he'd thrown all of Louis' books in the river, and then a few days later bought him an entire library's collection as a sort of over exaggerated apology. While it wasn't a wholly new concept, Louis also noticed when Lestat began taking up more extracurricular lovers in order to make him jealous; while that one was a little harder for Louis to tolerate, he did find a little bit of joy in responding in kind and finding some pretty boy in a pub to bring home, and then seeing the sour look of realization cross over Lestat's face as the vampire had realized his own game had backfired.
However, despite how ridiculous these passive aggressive actions could get, Lestat was now testing out a tactic that was genuinely worrying him quite a bit;
Lestat was refusing to eat.
For the first night of it, Louis thought little of the blonde remaining on the chaise when he left the townhouse, as more often than not they hunted separately for their dinners. They were both capable and responsible enough in the way of procuring victims and disposing of them in an orderly fashion that Louis often preferred not to watch his lover hunt and take his victim down as violently as he did. It was only when the sun began to rise and they settled into their respective coffins did Louis realise Lestat hadn't gone out to hunt.
Perhaps that first night, he had simply been distracted and lost track of the time.
But then he did it again.
And again.
And again, until it had been nearly a week and Lestat hadn't drank a single drop.
Louis' stomach churned as he watched Lestat from his arm chair in front of the fireplace in the drawing room, observing how even from the simple movement of turning the page in his book Louis could notice the tremble in his hand. His skin was sickeningly pale, and the veins in his hands and around his neck appeared as a deep purple in his flesh while his collarbones stood out prominently as though his skin were paper thin and draped over his bones, clinging onto them.
"Lestat, please." Louis said softly, his voice only a whisper as though he feared a louder voice would startle his lover and shatter him in some fashion.
It was met with no reply. Instead Lestat continued to look at the book in his lap, though his gaze was distant and glassy; he clearly couldn't focus well enough to actually read, and he was simply trying to maintain his facade that everything was alright and normal and Louis should keep his nose out of it and just mind his own damn business.
Louis huffed out a breath and set his own book down, taking to his feet and marching up to the blonde.
"I can tell you ain't even readin' that fuckin' book," he hissed, trying his best to ignore how even Lestat's blue eyes seemed void of their colour in this state of weakness. His irises appeared faded, like watered down paints compared to what he knew to be that bright cerulean blue, and Louis almost felt himself getting emotional over it. "Why the hell are you doin' this? It ain't healthy! This shit’s killin' you, what's so wrong that-"
Lestat cut him off by raising a trembling hand towards his face.
"You talk too much, chérie," he sighed. His voice was raspy and faint, and the tremor in his hand seemed to be growing more and more prominent the longer that he kept it in the air. With a scowl on his lips he tried to pull his book back towards his lap where it had begun sliding to the side, but his fingers had no energy left in them to properly grasp it. Before the book could fall and smack against the wooden floorboards Louis managed to swoop in and snatch it up in his own hands.
Lestat's brows knitted together in frustration, but it was an exhausted one. He didn't seem angry at the way that Louis had taken his book, simply frustrated that his body wasn't letting him read. "Can I not simply enjoy my literature, cher?" he huffed, letting the hand that had been raised to his face drop down to rest at his side. It flopped down limply like an unstrung puppet, and the rest of his body slumped back against the chaise like a weight was pressing down upon him, pinning him down.
"Tell me why you're starvin' yourself."
"I am not starving myself," he protested. "I simply do not feel the need to go and search out any mortals. Perhaps I am becoming more tame and reserved in my years as a mature vampire, like yourself." The sarcasm that dripped off of those final four words seemed to drain him even further, like he was having trouble keeping his eyes open at the effort he'd used to form his response.
"Bullshit, Lestat." Louis spat back immediately, tossing the book onto the nearest coffee table and letting the pages crinkle beneath his own strength. "If this is your new tactic to get me all worried and fussy over you to show me how pissed off you are, it's workin' too well." And with that said, Louis leaned forward and hooked an arm around Lestat's back, slipping beneath the curve of his spine where Louis could hoist him into a bridal carry with ease.
Lestat seemed startled by the gesture and quickly clung onto the brunette, his fingers scrabbling against his shoulders and face twisting as if he were afraid Louis would drop him. "Let me down!" He barked in protest. "How dare you just-!"
"Get down."
"What?"
"You wanna get down, Lestat? Go on, get down." Louis quipped at his lover, his brows knitted together in a challenging expression that burned through the vampire held securely in his grasp. "Go ahead. Use those pretty little legs and stand. Get down out of my arms."
Lestat seemed taken back by that challenge and simply blinked in response, before a scowl quickly set across his features and his arms crossed in defiance. He refused to meet Louis' gaze and turned his face away in silent protest at the treatment, knowing full well he couldn't follow through on Louis' challenge for the simple fact his legs were weaker than a new born fawn.
"I didn't think so." Louis muttered, shaking his head as he carried the vampire up the stairs to their master bedroom. It was nearly morning anyway, and the last hour or so of the night was always spent together in the master bedroom where they would either fuck each other senseless or snuggle close and read poetry until the exhaustion of daytime hours finally lulled their bodies into their sleep-like death.
He carried the blonde to his coffin, gently laying him down in it while being extra cautious with his head as it rested against the silken pillow that padded the wooden interior of his final resting place.
He could hear Lestat huff and puff, trying to prop himself back up to show he wasn't that weak; however the attempt was pitifully failed as he collapsed back down in his coffin once more, his head swimming from the momentary blood rush.
"I ain't puttin' up with this no more." Louis muttered as he began to slide Lestat's shirt up over his shoulders then worked on his pants next, pulling both garments of his clothing off with ease and discarding them on the floor at their bedside. The blonde looked even more frail without his clothes on and Louis had to swallow a lump that rose up in his throat when he gazed over him in the confines of the coffin, so still and small like a baby bird that had fallen from the safety of his nest.
And yet his lover remained stubborn and refused to even speak about why he had started starving himself in the first place.
"You're gonna eat," he declared as he stood to undress himself, neatly folding up his own clothing in the wardrobe and making quick work of the candles that had been burning low in their sconces. "Tomorrow night, whether you like it or not."
Lestat scowled, opening his mouth with some sort of snarky comment only to be met with the sharp sound of Louis slamming the lid shut.
Louis knew he'd won that round.
But figuring out how exactly he was to get Lestat to eat? Now that was proving more difficult than he would've liked.
Initially he'd considered finding a suitable victim to drag back to the townhouse and let Lestat handle the feeding, however Louis wasn't exactly sure he could count on the strength of his lover to even hold down a thrashing human, let alone finish the feeding without collapsing from exhaustion before he was sated. And if they were particularly passionate about escaping, Louis was concerned a thrashing victim could easily snap one of the frail vampire's bones if they tried hard enough, and the thought sent a chill down Louis' spine at the idea.
His other idea was perhaps a bit unorthodox. Something they'd tried only a handful of times throughout their decades of living together. But the thought had planted a seed in Louis' head, and he couldn't shake the dirty little fantasies of his plan in motion, of the noises and sights that could be made. And perhaps it would get his lover back into his usual groove; perhaps he just needed to be loved, to remember he was appreciated by Louis in order to break him of his foul mood.
They had drank from each other before, and it always had an almost erotic effect on the both of them. When one of them would sink their teeth into their partner, the feeling of having their blood drunk sent a rush to both participants of the exchange; Louis recalled times he'd practically orgasmed by simply having his neck bitten into.
He wondered how Lestat would react to being offered such a treat while his hunger was at such a torturous height, and if he even had the self control left not to drink Louis down to nothing but dust. It would be a dangerous dance with the Devil, to willingly offer his blood up as the sacrifice, but Louis had always been the worshipping martyr at heart and if Lestat needed to feed on him, he'd let him.
So that night, Louis left Lestat in his coffin to sleep while he ran off to hunt, drinking generously from the neck of two unsuspecting young lovers he'd come across in their own midnight rendezvous down Lover’s Lane; he'd drained them both dry, letting the blood run over his tongue and fill his core until he was sure there was no room left for even another drop to spill down his throat lest he risk wetting himself like a babe who couldn't control its bladder. His fingers trembled with excitement at the rush of the hot blood filling his veins and the thought of his plan coming to fruition.
He returned home, locking up behind him and heading upstairs to their bedroom, removing his clothing and putting on something more appropriate; one of Lestat's royal blue robes that tied at the waist in a simple knot and draped open in the front, leaving his torso exposed down the mid line. Lestat always adored seeing him in his clothes, and he found himself loving how it draped over his skin, hanging down at just the right length to barely conceal his sex while also leaving enough bare leg visible to draw hungry gazes to his toned and shapely thighs. The sight always managed to draw Lestat in closer, as if Louis' bare legs called to him in a song no mortal ears could ever hope of hearing, a siren beckoning sailors to crash into their rocky graves.
He approached the coffin, running his fingers over the wood with an appreciative hum. A moment later he gave a gentle knock.
"Lestat, dear, are you awake?" His tone was soft and gentle, like he would speak to a kitten curled up on its master's lap by a warming fire. He received no answer, not that he expected one. So instead Louis slowly slid the lid of the coffin open and peeked his head in, and immediately his lips broke into a smile at the sight.
Despite how frail he was and how his body seemed to lack all life within its pale flesh, seeing him so docile and at rest was always something Louis could admire; Lestat was always such a restless being of rage and passion that when his body settled into its nightly death and he lay as stiff and unmoving as a doll within his bed of silk, there was something so captivating in how his face looked as he slept. His long lashes pressed gently against his high cheekbones, and his golden curls splayed out over his pillow like a halo around his head. He looked angelic; ethereal. An absolute work of art carved in stone that could only be appreciated up close and personal.
Louis rested a gentle hand on Lestat’s cheek, stroking it slowly with his thumb in an attempt to ease his partner back to consciousness.
"Lestat?" He murmured. "Lestat, love, it's me." A small hum slipped out from between Lestats' parted lips, and soon enough those icy blue eyes began to open. He looked around the room in a bit of a haze for a moment before finally focusing his vision on Louis, his brows drawing up slightly in a look of mild confusion at the sudden awakening and the handsome vampire standing over him, the dim lights illuminating Louis from behind like an aura.
"Louis?" He rasped out. "Is it time to get up?" And he began to attempt sitting up in his coffin, his arms sliding underneath his torso and trying his best to lift up.
"Non," Louis quickly spoke, placing a firm hand down on Lestat's chest and pushing him down with ease. "No, chérie, not yet." He said, before bringing his index finger up to trace along Lestat's jawline.
Lestat's brow furrowed with even more confusion as he looked up at Louis, seemingly having no clue what his intentions were with this awakening. For a moment he was silent, blinking slowly as he tried to make sense of what was happening, before his eyes finally trailed down over Louis' exposed chest and his body draped in that familiar blue robe, the colour that made his heart sing every time he saw Louis wearing it. He let out a breathy gasp and suddenly his tired, sluggish body became more alert as the gears started to turn in his head.
Louis noticed the flush and grinned to himself before swinging his legs over into the coffin and straddling over top Lestat's hips. One arm propped himself up on the coffin wall over the blonde beneath him, while the other trailed over his chest, nails running down Lestat's abdomen with only a slight amount of pressure to leave soft pink lines trailing behind them. "You have me here," he whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss against Lestat's collar bone, "All to yourself." Another kiss to the base of his throat. "Every part of me." his fangs teased over that pulsing jugular vein, "...just waiting to be explored."
A low groan left Lestat's throat as his head rolled back to the side to expose that beautiful pale expanse of his neck. "Louis, I-"
"Shhh.." Louis interrupted him before he could speak, lifting his head back up to capture his lips against his own. A sweet moan left Lestat's mouth as they kissed and immediately Louis felt a pair of cold hands snake up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his cheek bones with appreciation as they deepened the kiss, mouths moving together with a practiced ease after years spent worshipping each others tongues. Lestat was weak and needed coaxing to continue the kiss, but when Louis rolled his hips down against Lestat's own in a slow grind the response he received from the vampire beneath him was absolutely electrifying;
A small kitten-like whine left Lestat's lips and he pulled away from their kiss briefly, eyes fluttering shut with a tiny mewl as Louis continued to slowly rock his hips down in a painfully slow rhythm. "Please..." Lestat breathed out, his voice barely audible as Louis leaned in closer to listen. "P-please don't stop, chérie...you feel so good.."
Louis wondered if Lestat even had the strength this past week to pleasure himself, and the idea of his lover going this long without giving himself proper release only further fuelled Louis' desires to please him. While he adored Lestat getting his way most of the time, this submissive nature that came out in him when he was feeling delicate and frail was such a delectable treat that Louis was eager to take full advantage of. "I ain't gonna stop," he promised with another roll of his hips that made Lestat give another small cry out. "But there is somethin' else I want you to do for me." And as he finished his words, he brought a finger up to hook under Lestat's chin, tilting his head upwards slightly and capturing his gaze while he rubbed his thumb over Lestat's cracked lower lip, then slipped it inside and pierced it with the tip of his canine.
Immediately Louis saw a flash cross through Lestat's icy stare as the first drop of crimson blood dripped onto his tongue and the violent hunger he'd stamped down all week came roaring back into him like a beast that had been uncaged. He began to suck eagerly at the finger in his mouth and reached his own hands up to grab ahold of Louis' wrist in an effort to keep his digit held in place so he wouldn't lose it. In any other instance Lestat would have already taken Louis down and pinned him with fangs sunk deep into his throat by now, but the weakness and fragility in his muscles couldn't muster enough strength to even pull his head up far enough to reach Louis' throat.
And suddenly he stopped, releasing his grasp on Louis' wrist and his head falling back against the pillow beneath him in exhaustion. He closed his mouth and swallowed back what little bit of blood he'd gotten, turning his head to the side as if embarrassed. "Don't do this, Louis." He choked out with a whimper.
"Do what?" Louis asked as he tilted his head.
"Don't taunt me like this!" His voice quivered slightly. "If you're going to mock me and tease me with what I cannot have, do it quickly and do not prolong my torture."
"Dear, I ain't tryna torture you." Louis replied softly, brushing a few curls off of Lestat's forehead with his fingertips with a fond smile. "I know you must be so very hungry. I can see it in your eyes." He stated with a tilt of his head. "And I want you to feed."
The way that Lestat's pupils constricted slightly at his words let Louis know that his request wasn't being taken lightly; he watched as that starving desire swelled back to life in a matter of moments, followed by another spark in his irises that appeared to be more uncertain or conflicted. "Are you..." Lestat licked his lips before continuing. "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive." Louis said as he lowered his head until they were nearly nose to nose, and the scent of his hair tickling Lestat's nostrils. He brushed their noses together and kept eye contact with him for a lingering moment, as if trying to convey just how serious he was in his intentions, before pressing another tender kiss against Lestat's lips.
Those familiar hands came back up to cup his jaw once again and Louis could feel the way Lestat's body had become more tense underneath his own form; he knew he was eager and itching to flip Louis over and indulge in his generous offering despite his inability to do so, and instead had to content himself to these kisses that held so much desire behind them.
Another roll of his hips and the kiss was broken by a loud gasp escaping the blonde, who looked up at his partner with desperate and pleading eyes as if begging Louis to keep giving him what he needed.
And Louis obliged. Slowly grinding their hips together at an agonising pace that drove the both of them crazy in need for more friction and contact, he brought his wrist to his mouth and pierced through the skin with his fangs to create a fresh wound. Then, holding the bleeding limb above Lestat's lips, he allowed several large drops of blood to drip down into the blonde's eager and awaiting mouth.
Lestat arched upwards and moaned loudly as the blood poured across his tongue, craning his head to suck on Louis' wrist, pulling at the puncture marks to gain deeper access to that crimson stream of blood coursing just underneath the surface. Each time Louis' hips would grind down against his own, he would squeeze tighter onto his wrist and suck harder.
It was erotic torture for both participants, the dual sensation flooding through Lestat of being nourished by the warm blood dripping down his throat and pooling inside his stomach, mixed with the intimate contact of it being Louis' blood flowing through his veins as well as Louis' hips creating delicious friction against his sex that had Lestat positively writhing in ecstasy. Their heart beats thrummed simultaneously, filling the room with a pounding bass drum beat as both hearts seemed to align in tempo.
"Guh-god, yes!" Lestat cried out after tearing his head away from his partner's wrist, tossing his head back with a breathless cry as Louis continued rolling down onto his hips. The blood had barely restored enough strength for his soft cock to finally harden up, and the first real contact he'd had since beginning this ridiculous boycott had Lestat crying and mewling in a fit of over-stimulated moans.
"There it is, darling." Louis purred into his ear, his accent dripping like honey laced poison into Lestat's earlobe as he sucked the soft skin into his mouth to bite playfully at it. "Mmmm, there we go." He grunted as their cocks slid together perfectly in sync with the smooth rocking motions of his hips, causing his own eyes to flutter shut as he focused on that perfect sensation of finally being reunited with that lovely velvet heat that had been sorely missed these past few nights.
"Oh...oh, oh, oui, ohh-! Oui! Yes, Louis, yes, please!" The older vampire was trembling uncontrollably beneath Louis and clung onto whatever flesh his desperate fingers could find, scrabbling against his forearm and bicep with a panicked desperation to hold on to something solid.
"That's right," Louis muttered softly as he sat upright for a better angle with which to continue grinding down, allowing his lover to dig his fingers into his biceps. "That's it, sweet thing, you keep your hold on me." And he brought his other wrist to his mouth and tore it open with those sharpened canines once again.
Instantaneously Lestat's mouth snapped open and took the wounded flesh between his lips and sucked hungrily, practically vibrating with need and desire to drink as deeply as possible while also receiving that toe-curling pressure of Louis' crotch grinding down against him.
"Good boy, keep drinking." Louis purred to him as Lestat's lashes fluttered over his cheeks while he sucked messily against his lover's wrist, blood coating his lips and spilling down his chin with the force that he drank.
"Mnnghm...mmmhhh..." Lestat's moans were muffled by Louis' wrist as he continued nursing, feeling his insides warm up at the sweet tasting nectar flowing into his belly, and then travelling outwards as that intoxicating feeling crept into every extremity of his limbs. Louis' blood seemed to always taste sweeter to him than anything else on this Earth, like the first ripe peach to drop from the tree come summertime and bleed juices all over one's hands as they greedily devoured it. It was a sinful euphoria that washed over him entirely and enveloped him into its warm embrace, chasing off every shred of doubt in his mind and leaving his brain pleasantly blank to allow pure sensation to sweep through his core. He was in paradise.
Then Louis pulled his wrist away, and despite his attempt to try and reclaim it once more his lover refused him and placed both hands flat against his hips to pin him firmly down. A high pitched whimper left Lestat's throat at the loss of contact with his feast, but Louis simply grinned.
"I think that's enough for now." He muttered, licking up the last drops of crimson blood from his wrist where they'd spilled down his forearm to his elbow. His hips ground down hard against Lestat's and earned him another mewling noise, watching his lover squirm pathetically beneath his larger frame while the robe covering Louis' shoulders slipped down lower over his torso and pooled around his elbows. He tossed his head back with a sharp gasp as the movement created new friction and sent a jolt of lightning straight up his spine. God, did it feel good to have him back.
However, Lestat seemed dissatisfied with his portion size and a frustrated noise rose up in his chest as his hands snatched up to grab at the material of Louis' robe, fisting it tightly as if the thin layer of cloth was his lifeline and yanking him down close to him. "More!" He growled impatiently, rolling his hips upwards with desperation clear in his gaze. His body temperature had risen significantly since beginning this feeding session, and now he felt himself sweating with a thin sheen across his forehead, hairline dampening with perspiration and stray strands clinging to his temples.
"Greedy bitch." Louis huffed as he hovered overtop of Lestat once more, knees digging in on either side of Lestat's waist so he could roll his hips down in a circular motion. "Only good boys get to feed; you haven't been very good."
Lestat keened at those words and squirmed beneath him, digging his nails into the flesh of Louis' hips and attempting to push them down more insistently. "Yes I have!"
"You haven't," Louis argued. "You've been very naughty this past week, starvin' yourself like some tortured saint and causin' me nothin' but grief. That ain't good behaviour." He ran his fingertips up along Lestat's abdomen and drew circles along his chest with the tips of his claws. "You wanna earn some more blood, darlin', you're gonna hafta apologise and promise you'll stop actin' like some fuckin' brat who needs punishment."
Louis could see Lestat's mind reeling with frustration. He could see the conflict behind those beautiful blue eyes; he wanted so desperately to have more of the delectable substance being offered to him, and the mere temptation of having Louis' wrist inches from his face with blood bubbling up to the surface had Lestat salivating once more. Yet his stubborn pride refused to let him submit to such easy humiliation, especially coming from his own fledgling that was supposed to look to him as his superior.
"You-" Lestat huffed with anger swelling in his chest. "How dare you? You should be the one begging forgiveness from me! If you had only paid more attention to me instead of reading that damn book of yours, none of this would have happened in the first pla-aaah-ah!" His words were cut off with a pleasured moan as Louis thrust his hips down sharply against him and caught him by surprise.
To which Louis gave a simple chuckle and shook his head, unfazed by the threat. "Big talk," he said with a smirk, leaning in to rub his nose against Lestat's cheek with affection. "Now don't go actin' foolish."
With another thrust of his hips, Lestat lost his ability to speak again as his words morphed into a whiny moan and he tilted his head backwards against his pillows. He could feel his body heating up in recognition, a flame rising up from the coals of his very core. Louis had lit his fuse and Lestat knew he wouldn't last much longer in this state. His hands tightened around the brunette's waist, holding on for dear life as he rocked up against Louis' powerful movements. With each roll of his hips and slow build up towards a climax, he found himself struggling to even keep his thoughts straight. Every fibre in his being screamed at him to obey, to beg, to cry for forgiveness so he could finally receive the release he was longing for, but his pride had been too wounded to concede.
"Ah-hahh...fuck, chérie, please!" Lestat squeaked as he felt Louis speed up a bit. He clung to Louis' shoulders now, using the leverage to buck his hips up faster, needing more of that friction between them like he needed air in his lungs. "Oo-ooooh god..."
"That ain't my name," Louis hissed into his ear. "Apologise and I'll give you whatever you want."
He couldn't think clearly; he could barely even register Louis' words, too consumed by that intense burning within him that threatened to burst apart any moment now. His thoughts were foggy and his focus blurred and it became apparent he was beginning to lose his composure altogether. And seeing this, Louis paused in his ministrations.
This caused Lestat to cry out again, desperate and pitiful. "Nooo, noo, Louis! Louis, why did you stop?" Lestat begged, though his words slurred together and trailed off into incoherency. His cheeks flushed as hot tears began to pool in his eyes and spill down his rosy cheeks, a sight which was music to Louis' ears.
He brought a hand up to gently stroke along Lestat's tear stained face, his expression filled with adoration for his needy blonde. "Shhh..." he soothed gently, pressing a kiss against his heated brow as he brushed his sweat soaked curls aside. "All you gotta do is say you're sorry, and you'll have it back." He assured him. "Promise you're never gonna pull anythin' like this shit again and that you'll talk to me instead. Can you do that?"
Those crystal tears spilled down his flushed cheeks like sparkling diamonds as Lestat struggled to calm his ragged breathing and racing heartbeat that thundered within the small coffin walls. He nodded furiously. "Oui.”
"So say it." Louis whispered, rocking their hips together at a now painfully slow pace that made Lestat keen and buck desperately up towards him, chasing after the stimulation to drive himself higher up.
"I-I'm sorry." he groaned, eyes squeezed shut to hold back a fresh wave of tears. "I will never do it again." he promised between broken sobs. "I'll be good, I swear, I'll be good for you, chérie!"
"Will you drink properly and stop tryin' to hurt yourself outta some stupid bratty fit because you didn't get your way?" Louis demanded.
"I will, I will! Je vous le jure, je vous promets que je serai sage, monsieur!" He cried out as he buried his face into his shoulder, unable to handle looking him in the eye anymore out of shame.
The change was instantaneous as soon as those words fell from his lips; the moment Lestat's confession was spoken aloud, Louis wasted no time in hoisting him up into a sitting position so Lestat could bury his face against his partner's neck, tangling a hand through his gorgeous blonde locks while he held him securely. He allowed Lestat to wrap both arms tightly around his midsection, clinging onto him and sobbing into his shoulder as Lestat's body shook violently with pent up need, his nails scraping lines into Louis' sides before finally latching onto his partner's neck.
Louis couldn't suppress his own sigh of pleasure as he felt the familiar prick of Lestat's fangs penetrating the sensitive flesh there, teeth sinking in deeply until he hit the jugular vein. Louis threw his head back with a sharp gasp when Lestat finally sucked roughly and began drinking heavily from him once again.
"There we go," Louis grunted, stroking his hair lovingly as Lestat suckled his neck, moaning and mewling against him. "See? Such a good boy for me." He murmured softly.
"Uunghh...mmph…" Lestat groaned as he swallowed down several gulps of that rich blood that tasted absolutely divine and warmed up his belly in a way mortal wine could never hope to accomplish. His hips jerked and shuddered with desire while he drank from his beloved fledgling's vein.
"That's right." Louis chuckled under his breath. "Feelin' better?"
Lestat only whimpered louder as a reply, panting heavily into Louis' neck and bucking his hips as more of the fresh blood pooled in his crotch and made his cock stand overly erect, bobbing and swaying heavily in the air between their bodies with an aching hardness Lestat had almost forgotten was possible. His insides tingled all over and the flush on his face extended down to his chest, glowing pink and rosey with warmth. He felt so full of life that he swore he could burst at any given moment with the rush of it all flooding throughout his entire being and setting every nerve ending alight.
Louis smiled and rocked his hips upward again, grinding into the wet patch where pre-cum had been leaking steadily down his shaft for the duration of his feedings. His own length was heavy with arousal as he listened to those heavenly sounds pouring from Lestat's pretty pink lips, soft groans and needy whimpers accompanying every thrust of his hips and gentle sucking of blood. Lestat's nursing was slowly making him lightheaded as his lover indulged freely from him, but he couldn't bring himself to ask him to stop. It was worth it; the ecstacy of his blood being drained by his lover, their heartbeats aligned in perfect harmony, and knowing Lestat was safe in his arms once more and healthy again...
Oh, it was too much.
"Lestat." he whispered, gripping his hair tightly. "Fuckin' Christ..." He bucked wildly and rutted against Lestat's swollen cock, panting heavily as his vision became blurry with pleasure overload.
"Oh!" Lestat squeaked loudly, suddenly unlatching from his lover's neck and gasping for air as if he had been holding his breath underwater until now. He looked up at Louis, eyes wide and dark, pupils blown with desire and need as they met Louis' own. And suddenly he was crying, tears falling down his cheeks uncontrollably as he wrapped his arms around his beloved fledgling again and pressed their foreheads together tightly. "Louis! Oh Louis! Louis! LOUIS!" He chanted his name repeatedly, each time becoming more desperate sounding until his voice cracked with emotion.
Louis held him close, stroking his golden hair comfortingly and kissing his cheek affectionately as Lestat cried out his name again and again.
"You're alright, you're okay." Louis whispered against his ear. "I've got you, I'm right here. Shhh..." he pressed a kiss against Lestat's temple before whispering once more, "You're allowed to cum now, love."
As if hearing his lover's words broke something inside him, Lestat screamed and dug his nails into Louis' back, clinging onto him for dear life as his orgasm crashed over his body in a tidal wave of sheer intensity. His hips bucked frantically up into Louis' lap, seeking more friction while waves of fiery pleasure rippled through every inch of his flesh and threatened to destroy his sanity completely. Thick streams of creamy red cum splattered between their torsos, coating Louis' tanned skin generously, while Lestat arched backwards and let loose a chorus of high pitched whines and shouts at the overwhelming bliss he'd achieved. "A-aahhhhaaaghh! Lou- Lou- OH LOUIS~!"
The sight alone was enough to make Louis tremble with desire as he watched Lestat writhing in pleasure before him, head thrown back and muscles tensed with rapture as his climax came in violent surges, each pulse making his spine curl inwards with agonising ecstasy. He watched helplessly as Lestat's stomach tightened and flexed beneath his skin, veins bulging out in his neck from exertion as his climax ripped through him like bolts of electricity frying his nerves and shocking his senses, threatening to snap him in half with the power of it all.
"Shhh, easy, easy." Louis whispered as he continued to rub his back soothingly, holding onto Lestat's trembling form and trying to ease him out of his frenzy as best as he could while he rode out this incredible orgasm. "Easy, darling, breathe." He murmured while pressing soft kisses all across his brow and the tops of his sweaty curls.
"I can't-I-" Lestat's breath caught in his throat as he panted frantically for air, his body shivering and twitching uncontrollably with aftershocks still rocking through him. "Ah- Oh, Louis." He choked out with another shudder wracking his entire frame, his breath coming out in short shallow pants and tears streaming freely down his flushed cheeks once more. "Mon dieu…"
After a moment Lestat's tense form slowly eased down from his high, relaxing somewhat against Louis' broad torso while still keeping a tight hold of him as he whimpered into his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he croaked out with a shaky voice, swallowing thickly. "Forgive me."
"Shhh, it's fine." Louis soothed as he brushed his sweat slick hair out of his face and cradled his head closer. "It's fine, it's okay. Relax." He breathed in deeply. "Are you alright?"
Lestat sniffed as he tried desperately to calm his racing heart and get a hold of himself, swallowing back another sob that rose up in his throat and threatened to escape past his lips. He nodded slowly against Louis' chest as his grip on his shoulders loosened slightly and he began rubbing circles into the small of his back as he cuddled against his partner's warm figure in his coffin, resting his head upon Louis' strong shoulder with a soft sigh.
"Yes," Lestat replied eventually, his voice cracking slightly with emotion as he spoke quietly. "Merci."
Louis hummed contently as he pressed another tender kiss against the top of Lestat's head and stroked his golden mane lovingly.
"You need another drink." He stated as Lestat's head raised to look up at him. "Don't try an' lie, I can see it in your face."
And it was true; despite having already taken quite a lot of Louis' precious essence into himself during his previous rounds of feeding, it wasn't near enough to compensate for how much he'd lost during his stubborn protest. So when the brunette offered yet another drink to sate him, there was no hesitation or resistance at all from the weakened vampire. Instead he nodded and parted his lips obediently, tilting his head to expose his fangs to his partner and readying himself to bite.
"Here," Louis directed his beautiful face down into his lap, tilting his head to give him access to his femoral artery running through his thigh and allowing Lestat to sink those fangs deep into the soft muscle of his inner thigh. The blonde moaned appreciatively when that rich taste of his beloved partner hit his tongue and began flowing easily down his throat without hesitation, while Louis moaned in ecstasy and took himself lazily in his fist to stroke along with the rhythmic sucking and slurping noises Lestat made. "There you go." Louis whispered, petting his silky locks tenderly. "Take it slow. Easy now. You earned it." He closed his eyes and focused solely on that pleasant sting of pain mingled with pleasure, revelling in the feeling of having such an intimate bond with someone he loved dearly. "That's it. Good boy."
"Mmm... mmnphm..." Lestat's eyelids fluttered shut while he enjoyed the sensations washing over him once again, letting out a satisfied groan as he drank steadily. His fingers curled gently in the fabric of Louis' robe he still wore while his other hand scratched subconsciously over Louis' inner thigh, sending delightful little jolts throughout his leg straight to Louis' core as he pumped himself faster. "Hah, shhlp… Mmhmph.." Lestat sighed happily when Louis' fingers massaged into his scalp, relaxing further as his fledgling pleasured himself whilst continuing to pet him like a cherished house cat.
"Feels nice," Louis muttered softly under his breath. "So fuckin' nice..." he groaned when Lestat gave another particularly hard suck and pulled a generous mouthful into his throat. "Nghh...!"
Louis brought himself to a slow climax, groaning as he lazily milked ropes of milky red cum across Lestat's face and into his hair, staining his beautiful curls with his sticky release. Seeing this, Lestat seemed to have lost interest in drinking now and decided he'd rather be fed in an alternative way instead, so he withdrew his fangs with an obscene 'pop' noise as the puncture wounds closed up immediately behind them, licking the stray bits of liquid from his teeth before lifting himself up just enough for Louis to paint his features properly with the rest of his load, smiling softly up at his partner while catching what he could of his release in his mouth.
"Look at that." Louis chuckled breathlessly, wiping off a bit of cum from his chin with two fingertips and bringing it up to his lover's lips so he could suckle it clean off his digits with a hungry gleam in his icy stare. "Beautiful."
Once finished cleaning Louis of his seed, Lestat leaned backwards slightly to observe his creation before flashing him another sly grin, baring his fangs slightly in that cocky little way only he knew how to do so well. "Am I forgiven?" He asked playfully.
"Hardly," Louis chuckled back while he admired the mess covering Lestat's pretty face. "But we're certainly getting there."