Here we go again... Lestat+Louis=2 men screwing=no one under 18. Now, if I have a fanfic, and the characters are Lestat and Louis, then ownership must equal Anne Rice. And now, I have to shoot myself because I used math terms. *dies*
Glitch
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Lestat waited for Louis to awaken. The night was hardly beginning, but Lestat could not sleep any longer. He sat by the window, looking out over the perfectly landscaped yard. Night blooming jasmine curled its tendrils into the stone bricks of their house, and its heavy, exciting, sensual sent filled the air. Roses closed up for the night still offered their delicate perfume, much more subtle than the jasmine. The soft southern breeze swept through the open widows that Lestat sat in front of. The delicate breeze tossed his hair around like a lover’s playful hands. He smiled at the electricity-like sensation that shivered through his body. He always enjoyed nights like this; the whole world was alive. He heard the lid on Louis’ coffin stir, and turning, saw it slide back. His lover’s white hand lay lazily over the side while he lay and stared at the ceiling. He heard the soft, barely audible rustle of the silk that lined Louis’ coffin as he stretched out his limbs. A soft yawn, then the white hand came to life, pulling Louis into a sitting position. Lestat smiled when he saw his lover’s sleepy face.
“Good night, dark angel.”
Louis took a moment to focus on Lestat. Louis was never in the mood for a chipper attitude when he awoke. Never the less, he smiled at his lover and swung his legs over the side of his coffin. His feet dangled above the ground and he swung them like a child.
“Hello, Lestat.”
He stretched his arms high above his head and yawned again. His green eyes were unfocused and half-open, looking entranced. Lestat stood opposite at his window, leaning out dangerously far. He inhaled deeply and arched his back, enjoying the perfection of the night. Bright stars twinkled above now, and the moon was full and bright. He heard Louis get out of his coffin and walk across the wooden floors. Louis’ gentle footfall led him next to Lestat as he looked out the window. His eyelashes fluttered as he inhaled the night. The air was thick with the heady, intoxicating perfume of the night, and he leaned against the window, resting his head on the frame. Lestat hooked his arm around Louis’ waist and sighed softly. They stood together like this for some time, enjoying the simple complexity of the night. How simple the stars were until you stared at them. Their twinkling became a mystery. The breeze shimmered through the night, touching everything, but touching nothing at the same time. It made the flowers bob, but it didn’t touch the houses, they didn’t move. It made noise while it had not voice to sing its sad song, nor an instrument. Regardless, it serenaded the night with a soft wailing. Louis stood, happy to watch the mystery, but Lestat grew restless. He fidgeted and finally stood, kissing Louis. Lestat lingered on his kiss, pushing his delicate pink tongue into Louis’ mouth and running it over the sharp fangs. A small tinge of Lestat’s blood sent a pleasant shiver through Louis’ body and he ran his hands through the thick, luxurious blonde hair. However small, any amount of Lestat’s blood filled Louis’ mouth with a delightful warmth and taste that he could find no where else. He in turn did the same to Lestat, also making him shiver. Lestat’s blue eyes glinted mischievously as he stood facing Louis.
“What are you planning, Lestat?”
“Me? Why, what on Earth would I be planning? Louis… I’m surprised! You suspect me of having an idea? Preposterous…”
“Don’t play innocent with me. I’d like to know what you’re planning on doing to me before it happens.”
“Oh, Louis, you’re absolutely no fun! Don’t you like surprises?”
“When they’re coming from you, I’m not so sure.”
“Well, I’m insulted.”
“You are not. Stop being silly.”
“But it’s what I do best, isn’t it?”
Lestat smiled.
“No, wait, my best isn’t in the field of banter. I’m much better at other things, I think. Don’t you agree?”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”
“Yes, well, we both know the answer anyway.”
Lestat kissed him again, this time biting his own tongue and letting the thick blood flow into Louis’ mouth. Louis moaned slightly from the pleasure attacked the kiss viciously. His arm tightened around Lestat’s chest until it was to the point where it would’ve crushed any mortal man. Lestat pulled away, laughing.
“Louis, Louis, Louis… You always seem so reserved, my beauty, but I know better. You’re so radiant when you’re aroused. Your heart beats so strongly when your passion is nearing the surface. I love my brooding romantic, but I love my steaming sex god more.”
“Sex god?” Louis asked, laughing.
“Yes. My Adonis. My God. Let me worship you… On my knees,” he said, a wicked smile playing across his lips.
“On your knees? Lestat! Stop it!”
Louis blushed slightly as Lestat looked at him. Lestat loved it when he blushed, or did any little thing human. It was part of his charm, part of what made his so irresistible. Lestat put a gentle white hand on Louis’ face.
“All right, not sex god, but lover. Perfect lover, beautiful, strong, amazing lover.”
“I don’t know, Lestat. I was growing fond of sex god.”
Lestat laughed and sat down on the bed in their room. It had originally been there for looks, maybe even habit, but it had been for a long time used for somewhat of it’s real intent. Lestat traced the delicate floral pattern of the ivory satin comforter. He smiled alluringly and pulled the gauzy bed curtains down and around the bed. He became a shimmer silhouette of color. He was fully aware that Louis watched him as he stripped off his shirt and threw it out between the curtains. He beckoned Louis with his hand, then slid down onto the bed. He was lying on his back with his hair sprayed out around his head like a golden halo. His long tapered fingers lay curled next to his head as his watched Louis walk around the bed slowly. He could tell he was smiling slightly, and drew his feet up onto the bed, knees bent, legs slightly apart. He stuck his hand out again, trying to grab Louis. He jumped back, laughing. Louis parted the curtains and looked at Lestat. They stared at each other for a long moment, both studying each. There was a gentle throbbing in the room as their passions collected for one another. Lestat grabbed for Louis again, this time catching his shirt collar and pulling him down onto the bed. He rolled over onto him, pinning him down. The light shimmered through the ivory bed curtains, casting a pale champagne color over them. They were in their own world, where only their passions and love mattered. Lestat kissed him roughly, shoving his tongue into Louis’ wet mouth. He leaned over him for a moment, simply looking.
“Your eyes Louis; if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that they were made of the finest emerald. Liquid, beautiful, deep eyes. Like pools of green crystal waters. Deep pools of water I want to dive into, pools of water I want to swim in. You’re so beautiful, Louis. I love your face. I love your big, soft lips that taste like blood. I love the way they push back at mine with passion and don’t give up. I love how they move when you talk, how they seduce me even when you’re not even trying. God, Louis, even when you breath I want your lips. Let me taste them again. Let me feel them.”
Lestat kissed him deeply and ran his tongue over Louis’ panting mouth. Louis moved his head up to kiss Lestat again, wanting to feel his lips too. Soon, Lestat began to unbutton Louis’ white shirt, exposing the pale, heaving chest beneath it. Lestat ran his hands over Louis’ chest, letting his thumbnail scrape at the nipple. Louis let out a small laugh, recoiling a little from the sensation. He ran his hands up over Lestat’s chest, around his shoulders, and down his back. Lestat shivered as the long nails scraped his back and made the tiny hairs all over his body stand up. The gentle but insistent pressure in his pants was growing, and the leather offered no room for comfort. He fidgeted against Louis and sat up on him. Louis smiled at him and ran his hands over the firm thighs and up to the tight crotch of the pants. He teased Lestat with delicate touches that were not helping the discomfort he felt. Shivering, Lestat leaned back and let Louis touch and explore him. He waited patiently for Louis to unbutton the five silver buttons on his black leather pants.
“I suppose, Lestat, that I should unbutton these for you.”
“Yes, please.”
Louis pulled at the first button and it slid from its hole. The leather was soft and supple from being worn so many times, so all of the buttons slipped free easily. Lestat sighed with relief, as some of the pressure was gone. He felt Louis’ hand run underneath the front of his thong, touching the delicate skin. He gasped a little, wanting release from the clothes that had become horribly constrictive. He backed off Louis with a devilish smile. He grabbed Louis’ jeans and unbuttoned them for him.
“One good turn deserves another.”
He yanked them off so that Louis only wore his open shirt.
“Tsk, naughty Louis… You forgot your underwear today! I’ll have to spank you for that.”
Louis shivered at the thought. He also shivered because Lestat was moving his hands down his chest and towards his hardening cock. Just as he was about to touch it, he pulled his hands away, leaving Louis crying.
“No! Please. Don’t stop! I really want it.”
“I don’t want to rush things, love. I’ve still got my pants on.”
“Well, hold still and I’ll take them off you.”
Louis slid the pants down off Lestat. His insistent erection was nearly pushing his thong aside with its will to get out. Louis eyed it thoughtfully and unconsciously licked his lips. Lestat saw this and crawled back on top of him, his crotch dangerously near his face.
“I saw you lick you lips. You want it, don’t you? Well, I want yours too, so I guess we’ll just have to compromise. How about I lay on top of you, and we can suck each other at the same time?”
Louis swallowed hard.
“Y-you mean, um, 6-69?”
“Yes! Don’t you think it’s a splendid idea? I’d really like to.”
Lestat didn’t wait for an answer before he settled himself on top of Louis. He breathed in deep the sent of Louis’ sex and kissed it right on top of the head. Louis moaned slightly.
“You’d better start with mine if you want me to keep going.”
Louis pushed aside the thong and grabbed Lestat’s dick by the base and ran it all over his mouth. Lestat was delighted with how much gusto Louis had gone at it and continued to shower Louis’ dick with kisses. Louis moaned as he now licked at Lestat’s dick. He was desperate for it and wanted to taste the salty sweetness of his lover’s sex. His tongue flicked over it quickly, tasting some of it, though this was not enough to satisfy him. He took the throbbing tool into his mouth, and worked it with his tongue; over the veins and underside where it was particularly sensitive. Lestat moaned his usual way; long, drawn out, but coming deep from his body. There was nothing soft about his sex noises, but they were always full of passion and desire. Lestat’s greedy nature tended to make him a better lover because of his need for it. His moans and cries often reflected that when he demanded more. Lestat took Louis fully into his mouth, savoring the heat and fullness of his dick. He sucked hard on it, willing the heat to come into his own body. He attacked it with vigor, nipping and sucking at the tip and nibbling on any of the loose skin. Louis gasped a little now and then, but continued to be deeply concerned with Lestat’s pulsing cock. Lestat suddenly got off him, leaving a thick thread of spit connecting his mouth to Louis’ cock. He cried out when he couldn’t reach Lestat’s tool anymore, but Lestat turned so he and Louis were eye to eye. He saw the sadness in Louis’ eyes; it touched him deeply.
"Louis… Don’t be so sad! I wanted to move on. I didn’t think you’d be satiated by just giving or getting head! I wanted to screw you. I wanted to make love!”
Louis’ face brightened.
“Oh, good! I didn’t want to be done already! I want what only you can give me.”
“Oh, my dear Louis. Of course! I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that. I want more of you, that’s all. I can’t get enough of your delicious body.”
Before Louis could say more, Lestat kissed his full lips and pushed his tongue deep into his mouth. Louis pushed his body tight against Lestat’s, feeling the pulse of his heart through his skin. Wrapping his legs around Lestat, he tightened the hold he had on him. There was no space between them, but Lestat had one more empty spot to fill. He grabbed a fist full of Louis’ hair and pulled his head back. Louis let out a whimper and gasped as the delicious pain went though his body. The pain went like exhilarating shock waves through him, and he whined softly and held tighter to Lestat. Reaching down, Lestat put his middle finger deep into Louis. A soft moan erupted from Louis as he pushed himself down onto Lestat’s hand. He pumped his finger in and out, sliding another in and another. Three fingers deep in his lover as he went at it more intensely. He scraped at the hot, smooth flesh inside of Louis, letting his long nails become delightful points of pleasurable pain. He moved them inside Louis, making him moan and cry. He studied Louis face as if it were a painting. He studied the curve of the lips, the glitter of the half-closed eyes. He could see only pure pleasure in his lover’s face. He withdrew his fingers and leaned on top of Louis again, kissing him hard. Their members rubbed together while they kissed, sending little waves of pleasure into each other. Backing off and away, Lestat slithered down Louis body so that he was kneeling in front of him. Louis spread his legs wide, almost begging Lestat to take him. He watched as both of Lestat’s thin hands wrapped around his member, messaging it with his fingers. He tipped his head back and moaned his lover’s name. He was panting, mouth open, waiting for Lestat to go on. Lestat played with Louis again, rubbing the opening of his lover. Louis pushed against him, wanting, needing, waiting.
“Please… Do it. I need you deep in me, Lestat. I want your dick up my ass so bad that it hurts not having it there. Please! Love me!”
“Shhh… Don’t fret, Louis. I’ll give you all you need. I’ll give you everything. I want to fuck your tight ass. I want to feel it all around me. I could just fuck you to pieces, Louis. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I want more and more all the time; I can’t seem to get enough of you. I want you more than you know.”
“Then do it! Take me, demon lover! I’m yours, so take me! I want you to take me! I need you to take me! I want it all, Lestat. I want everything you’ve got for me. If you want me so bad, why don’t you take me?”
Smiling, Lestat pushed Louis’ legs apart further and pushed lightly at his lover’s opening. Louis’ legs wrapped around his middle, urging Lestat to take him. He leaned over Louis, his hair dangling and tickling his face and eyes shining with passion, his lips curled back over his teeth. He pushed harder until he could feel the flesh part. He pushed again, feeling the heat envelop him and Louis’ muscles contract. Louis’ quiet moaning turned into desperate cries and whines. He pulled Lestat’s hair as he desperately whined. He heard Lestat’s snarl as he pulled his hair and felt a painful shove. Lestat’s head had hit the sensitive spot inside Louis, but it then had felt like he was being split open. He arched his back against the bed, pushing his chest high. Lestat grabbed his hips and pumped his dick in and out violently. Louis lay on his back, moaning Lestat’s name over and over. Lestat slowed down a bit, then stopped, making Louis growl.
“Why’d you stop?! Don’t stop! How can you just stop?! Lestat, don’t stop! Please!”
“Lay on your stomach, Louis.”
Louis was willing to do anything it took to get Lestat to continue, so he rolled onto his stomach without a single protest. Lestat pulled him up onto all fours, then leaned over him to whisper in his ear.
“Louis, if you’re going to growl like that, I’m going to take you like the animal you are. Besides, you still need to be taught a lesson about wearing your underwear, remember?”
Lestat gave him a sharp slap on his ass, making sure that it stung. He heard Louis’ little whimper and was enthralled. He slapped him again, harder, and listened to Louis cry out this time. Delighted, he did it again, loving the sounds his lover made when he was in pain. He roughly pulled apart Louis’ ass and pushed his cock in it again. Louis suddenly felt the pain again. The delicious pain searing up his ass and into the rest of his body. Lestat slapped him again and he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“What’s wrong, my precious little fuck? Won’t you cry for your Lestat? I can make you cry for me. I can make the blood stream down your face from pain. Cry for me, Louis, or I’ll really hurt you.”
Louis whimpered.
“No. Please… I’ll be good. Don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you say.”
“Good. Now, cry for me!”
Lestat slapped Louis with such force that he was reeling from the pain. A bright red handprint was on his ass and he was crying Lestat’s name. Lestat attacked his lover with ferocity, shoving his cock deep in his ass every time he slapped him. He was enjoying this painful game with Louis. He could all but taste the pain and pleasure emanating from Louis’ every pore. He wanted to taste it. Slowly, agonizingly, Lestat made a small cut across Louis’ back with his fingernail. Louis whined slightly, but didn’t protest, so Lestat bent over him and put his mouth on the wound. He lapped at it while he continued to fuck Louis, tasting the emotions coursing through his veins. Pain, pleasure, love, anger, need, urgency. Lestat moaned softly as he tasted these things, but backed off the wound so it would be able to heal. He straightened up, tipping his head back with ecstasy. Sliding in and out, over and over. Don’t stop, can’t stop. He panted hard, feeling his dick pushing deeper into Louis. Deeper into Louis, who’s lips curled over his teeth and open mouth. His black hair clung to his neck and back from sweat, and his claws dug deep into the bed. He gritted his teeth now and then, crying now and then. His body pitched forward with each shove from Lestat, his burning hot dick bouncing slightly. He reached for it, wanting it to release the pressure. He pulled hard on himself, squeezing the head tight in his hand, stroking and stroking. He bent his arm that supported him and leaned his face on his forearm. He was gasping for air in between moans; a high-pitched whine escaped him now and then. The tightness in his abdomen increased to an almost unbearable level. Lestat watched with passion-blinded eyes as Louis jerked himself off. His cold white hands clutched the throbbing, purple head as he pumped it. This mesmerized Lestat, but the constant pulses of his own dick kept most of his attention. He growled as he held Louis’ shoulders tightly, pushing himself into him with quick, hard strokes. The sweat from their bodies made them slide against each other, acting as a lubricant for Lestat’s thighs against Louis’. Lestat’s climax was coming fast, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His mouth was dry from his gasping and his body was eager for release. Lestat tipped his head back, eyes open wide but not seeing. He cried out desperately, clutching thick strands of Louis’ hair. An animal somewhere deep inside him struggled to the surface, wanting, needing to be free. It clawed for the surface, needing air. As it broke through, it jerked Lestat’s body with it, like the body did not want to let go of its captive monster. Thick, white viscous fluid rushed out of Lestat’s loins, into Louis, filling him with hot sticky cum. Louis gasped from the warmth, from the fire spreading inside him. Pleasure filling him to the brim, Louis gushed forth a torrent into his own hands of his hot fluid. He panted as it squirted the last few ropes of thick, white cum. It came to perfectly shaped drops at the tips of his fingers, falling down towards the bed, when Lestat held out his hand to catch them. Drawing his hand back, he licked the drops off. He turned Louis onto his back and took his fingers into his mouth. He sucked hard on them until there were no traces of Louis’ cum. He then licked his dick clean in the same manner, until Louis whispered gently in his ear.
“No more, Lestat… No more, please… I can’t take it.”
Lestat laid down next to Louis in a casual but loving manner.
“Don’t worry, love. You won’t have to. We’re done,” he said, grinning.
Louis sighed happily and snuggled into Lestat’s chest to rest. Wrapping long arms around him, Lestat closed his eyes and relaxed against his lover’s head.