Part Six:

We crashed through the french windows in a shower of glass, and I shielded Louis as much as I could from the flying fragments. They scattered around the windows and we got three paces further on before we fell to the ground. Louis was on top of me, almost snarling as he ripped the last remnants of cloth from my body. I tried to perform the same service for him, but couldn't co-ordinate my hands to do anything more than run them over his slender form, feeling the strength of his muscles as he held me down. He pulled away for an agonising moment and stripped naked, the blood rising in me at the sight of him.

He was so gorgeous. His white skin almost translucent in the moonlight that streamed through the open windows. I had been stunned by his beauty in the club, now I found it nothing short of heart-stopping. I hadn't known it was possible to feel such love and such desire for another beig. I had barely even noticed the pain of my arousal, so focused was I on my immortal lover.

And then he was back on top of me and I could already feel the pressure of his erection. His hair was a mess, getting everywhere, but through the tangled cloud of black silk I could see his beautiful green eyes, luminous with passion. He held me down firmly, and though I could have thrown him off, I had no wish to do anything other than continue squirming beneath him. My body was slick with the blood sweat, partly from the heat of the club and partly the resut of the sensations he was inducing in me. Normally Louis would have taken more time to prepare than this, but he had lost any semblence of control, and I couldn't wait any longer. There was a sudden thrust and my body stiffened as I felt him enter me, both of us crying out with the initial pain. We had worked out that it was easier if we went slowly, but Louis no onger had the control to remember this. He thrust deeper inside me violently, and then there was nothing but the pleasure which was so intense that it was worse than the pain. I arched up against him, not caring anything for my dignity or how I migt appear. All I wanted was Louis, my lover, bringing me closer and closer to that powerful climax.

He lifted himself up and I moaned as he held himself poised there, waiting for some silent signal. I pushed my hips up against his, trying to pulh him back down to me, wanting him inside me.

"Louis! Do it!" I choaked out, my throat closing on the words. He held himself there for another second, then he blinked once and for a brief moment his eyes were rational again.

"I love you," he whispered before the passion took him and he thrust down to meet me with a scream. I was split apart by the sword of his desire, impalled on the sharp point, and I screamed with him. Then merciful darkness claimed me as my merciful death had and I was lost to everything but the night.

Part Seven:

I withdrew from Lestat with care. He had fainted in the pleasure of orgasm and, although I hd yet to achieve a similar climax, taking him had helped to ease some of my raging lust. I looked down at him with the thought that our roles had been reversed. He was usually the dominant, demanding partner, I more submissive.

I had never expected that violence of desire from myself. At first it had been as frightening as it was arousing. But Lestat's unequivocal surrender had made it enjoyable for both of us. I smiled a little at the thougt of exactly *how* enjoyable it had been, thinking that after this I would never blush at his advances again.

But now he was unconscious in my arms, his blond hair slicked to his face with blood, his long lashes closed. I kissed his shut eyes gently, finally realising why he liked to watch me sleep. He was so beautiful, so perfect, and I wanted to protect him, to shelter him from the world.

I laughed at myself, wondering what Lestat would think of my wish to be his protector, and the long brown lashes drifted upwards to reveal eyes of so deep a blue that I felt I could drown in them.

"I've exhausted you, lover," I murmured, forcing back the flame of my own needs.

"Oh no," his wicked grin was back. "But you certainly tried." I had forgotten how swiftly he recovered his strength and was a little shaken as he stood up, helping me to stand. The contact was too much for me and I leaned into him, buring my face in his neck. I could taste the blood on his skin and ached to drink from him. That was forbidden, I had determined to avoid it, even in our new closeness. I feared it too much. But there was at least one other thing that could help me.

"Lestat..." I said shakily. "I need...." His mouth covered mine instantly, promising, teasing. He was taking me into the bedroom, out bodies still joined, my tongue exploring the warm cavity of his mouth, the sharp little fangs. He gasped and suddenly I was forced back against the wall, Lestat unable to wait to get is to the bed.

"How did you do this to me?" he askd hoarsely, trailing kisses down my throat and across my shoulders. I couldn't speak, and he was moving lower down. His teeth fastened on to one nipple and bit hard, drawing blood, before he sank to his knees. His tongue trailed fire down my stomach, lower still.

"Please..." I whispered, wrapping my hands tightly in his hair, bringing him to me.

And then his warm wet mouth closed over the heat of my desire, our substances combining with a strange alchemy. I couldn't tell if he was taking blood or not, there was only the ecstasy. My head was thrown back, my throat to raw to voice the screams that wantd to force themselves from me. Lestat was not so gentle now, his fangs scraping me, knowing exactly what to do to drive me deeper into passions insanity. Our joining was more beautiful and more sexual than anything a mortal could have achieved, our vampire natures allowing us to feel every sensation multiplied a hundred-fold. His fangs grazed my sensitive skin again and I could feel the climax raging to meet him. My body writhed in orgasm, and with the blood rumming in my ears I couldn't tell if I had cried out or not. When he released me I collapsed.

He caught me before I hit the floor and carried me over to the bed, falling on to it together. We reached for each other at the same moment and burrowed under the blankets, cuddling together for the warmth, althouh our bodies were rapidly cooling. It was some time before either of us managed to speak.

"You dance beautifully, Louis," he said finally, and I laughed at the unexpectness of it. "Really," he told me."But if you *ever* dance with anyone else again..." He left the warning hanging and I raised an eyebrow.

"Even David?"

"Well, maybe David," he said grudgingly. "Just make sure you ask permission first."

"Permission?" My voice incredulous, I brushed the har out of his face so I could see his eyes properly. They were alight with laughter and I smiled back at him. "Oh, so you are my master, then?"

"No, Louis," he lifted a hand to brush my mouth, looking at me with a sudden seriousness and such love that I felt dizzy. "I am your slave...." he whispered and I held him tighter. Such an admission from the vampire Lestat. But it was not what I wanted, I didn't want to overpower him, only to love him.

"Not that either," I told him. "My lover, nothing more, nothing less."

"Louis," he reathed, and abandoning words as insufficient, kissed me lengthily. When we finaly came up for air, his eyes held a familiar gleam. "You know," he said slowly. "The night's not half over yet."

"I think we'll have to feed again, if you want a repeat of our last performance," I told him. "I'm tired."

"I think I can revive you," he said, his hands beginning to rove over me. I waited expectantly, when suddenly he paused, and then smiled.

"What is it?" I asked, distracted for my own exploration.

"I've remembered how it ends," he said. He bent to kiss me briefly, then propped himself up on one arm, looking down at me gently, he recited:

"Out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come."

As he finished I reached up to stroke his hair, curling the tendrils around my fingers.

"My golden Prince," I said softly. "You are the sunshine, the purest metal."

"And you are my Emperor," he replied. "Do you think I'll be able to keep you awake?"

"Oh, I think so," I said, as he leant in to kiss me again. "I'm sure you'll think of something....."

FINIS