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Louis was very aware of the fact that Antoinette’s respect for him had dwindled considerably when she began laying up with Lestat. He used to be someone that she respected and was thankful towards for providing her with a job at the high profile Azalea. Thanks to him she was able to make connections and rub shoulders with powerful people.
She was getting paid significantly better in comparison to the dive bars she used to sing at and frequently had to shoo away drunkards who got too close to the stage. She used to have to be escorted home for fear of one of those drunk men following her home, allowing the liquor and devious thoughts to guide them.
She was living a better life and was now being showered in gifts such as jewelry, perfumes and gowns by Lestat. A man she had thought was well out of her league, inhumanly handsome and charming. He made her laugh, he took her out on dates, flaunting her around the streets of New Orleans and treated her better than any other man she had been with. She was in love.
Her distaste for Louis truly began to bloom when the affair was well into a month, she had become more short with Louis, avoided him even. At first Louis had been confused but when he had peeled back her thoughts he had realized it was because of Lestat calling Louis’s name frequently when they had sex.
Louis had scoffed to himself, rolled his eyes but was unable to keep the smug smile from his face. He had been keeping his maker at arms length since he had begun his affair with Antoinette. He was unable to stomach the thought of being touched by him or kissed.
The fledgling was unsure of what Lestat had been expecting when he started taking up with the singer. Was he hoping for Louis to rage at him, demand he kill her? Did Lestat honestly think he could fuck Antoinette as well as Louis? It had hurt beyond measure when Lestat had brought her into their home, caressed and kissed her all the while staring directly at Louis, taunting him.
Louis felt like he wasn’t enough, he couldn’t possibly be enough with how easily Lestat had hurt him. Louis never felt so undesired, then he had the nerve to try and kiss him that same night with the stench of her pussy still on his breath. Louis had nearly gagged when he dodged his maker, lip curled and nose wrinkled in disgust. At that moment he relished in the hurt that was on Lestat’s face at the rejection.
He hadn’t made himself physically or emotionally available to his maker since that night, they were simply unhappy roommates left to their own devices. Louis had thrown himself into work, staying until the clouds in the sky turned a pretty purple and orange signaling the sunrise. A few times he would go to ground in the cemetery, unable to stomach being in the same room as Lestat when he smelled of Antoinette’s overbearing perfume.
With the knowledge of Lestat longing for Louis in his and Antoinette’s most intimate moments. . .Louis felt warmed by it. It was messed up. But it made Louis happy to know that Lestat missed him, that he still wanted him and it was amusing to see Antoinette upset as petty as it was.
So Louis had allowed Antoinette to be bitter and angry at the wrong person but he wouldn’t be willing to tolerate it for too long.
“You’re late. Again.” Louis said with his arms folded across his chest when Antoinette finally walked through the doors. He could feel his nose crinkle at the sight and smell of her, her hair was tousled and an evident purple hickey was on the side of her neck. Antoinette sighed, rolling her eyes as she shrugged out of her coat and shoved it towards Louis.
“Lestat is just insatiable. He barely let me walk out of the door tonight.” she said just as Lestat waltzed in after her with a small smile on his face.
“Well unless Lestat wants to open his own business to put you on payroll I suggest you don’t let it happen again.” Louis said seriously as he stared directly at Lestat who merely chuckled and made his way to the bar. Antoinette bit her tongue and nodded her head then she walked to the stage.
Louis handed the coat to one of his waitresses who was shuffling by in a hurry.
“Mr. Du Lac?” she inquired with a look of confusion as she held the pricy garment.
“That’s for you. You’ve been doing great.” Louis said with a smile. The waitress flushed with delight and thanked him profusely and scurried off holding the coat tight to her chest.
Antoinette hadn’t mentioned the coat at the end of the night, Louis didn’t expect her to. She likely complained to Lestat and he promised to get her a newer, more expensive one.
Louis wasn’t sure if Antoinette was aware of the fact that he and Lestat hadn’t been intimate or even had a real conversation in some time. Did she think they weren’t intimate because Lestat was the one who decided it? Louis found himself wondering when he would catch Antoinette making a show of leaning on Lestat, being openly affectionate with him whenever she would catch Louis staring in their general direction.
Lestat had long stopped attempting to get a reaction from Louis by openly fondling Antoinette. But seeing the woman do it. . .as if she somehow could even dream of one upping him woke something in Louis. Did Antoinette honestly think she had won something?
It was the next night when Lestat had approached Louis with a small smirk on his face, he had found Louis brooding on the “fire escape” looking down on the band and patrons. Antoinette was on stage singing a new song she had written herself and a few customers danced and laughed loosened up by their drinks.
“Really, Louis? You gave away her coat?” Lestat asked amused, stopping to stand beside his fledgling and took in the sight below them.
“When do I ever take the coats, Lestat? She was being disrespectful.” Louis said, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it. Louis turned to face Lestat and thought (not for the first time) how he missed him. He looked as beautiful as ever in his olive green vest over a white button up. He always had his clothing tailored to accentuate his impressive build.
“You’re not normally the type to be so petty.” he replied easily, facing Louis.
“I don’t take kindly to disrespect. I don’t know what’s gotten into her but you need to check your girl.” Louis took a drag of his cigarette with his head slightly bowed and glanced up at his maker through his lashes.
“I’ll do that.” Lestat chuckled softly. A comfortable silence fell between them, it had been the longest conversation they had in weeks.
Louis blew out a large puff of smoke and leaned his hip against the iron railing as he took Lestat in.
“I miss you.” Louis admitted softly, tapping the ash off his cigarette. Lestat looked at Louis, the shock evident on his face. The blonde took a hesitant step forward, his head tilted to the side, watching Louis with those blueish-gray eyes that were rapidly being consumed with black.
“You miss me?” he asked softly.
Louis resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead noted the vulnerability in Lestat’s question. He heard the hopefulness in his tone, the way the older vampire was purposefully holding himself back from touching Louis. The green eyed vampire bit his lip and nodded his head only to gasp when he was backed into a private corner of the fire escape.
“Lestat-” Louis began but was cut off when he was caged in when he was crowded into the corner, Lestat’s body pressed close to his own. Louis felt his heart stutter only to begin pounding, he had nearly forgotten what it felt like to have the man pressed up against him.
“I’ve missed you too, cheri.” Lestat whispered carefully, taking Louis’s chin and guided him to meet his completely black gaze.
“Me admitting that doesn’t give you the goahead to try and kiss me in a corner.” Louis said, narrowing his eyes.
“I know I’ve hurt you. . .tell me what I need to do to make it up to you?” Lestat asked, his eyes beseeching.
Louis licked his bottom lip, a shiver went down his spine. Lestat’s body was terribly distracting. The thought of sleeping with another man never crossed Louis’s mind, his hand had been the only way he got relief. Then Antoinette was at the front of his mind, her attempts at making him jealous, pawing at Lestat then looking at Louis with a cocky expression on her face. An idea began formulating in his mind. A very petty, disgusting, and unbecoming plan.
“Come with me to one of the private rooms.” Louis whispered, leaning in, brushing their lips together before gently pressing their lips together. Lestat sucked in a sharp breath, he wrapped his arms tightly around Louis, one hand tightly grabbing the back of his neck and the other wrapped around his fledgling’s waist.
The kiss was intended to be sweet and brief but leave it to Lestat to always want more, always wanting whatever Louis could give. Louis couldn’t bring himself to complain, he had missed touching Lestat, and he was embarrassingly and painfully hard. Louis licked into Lestat’s mouth and moaned when the blonde sucked on the wet appendage before pushing his tongue against Louis’s own.
Between heated kisses, moans escaped the both of them, Louis’s hands rubbed up and down Lestat’s back before he gripped his maker’s asscheeks and grinded his hips into the blonde’s own.
“Louis, Louis-” Lestat moaned between heated wet kisses. Louis grunted, lifting a leg to hook around his maker’s waist in an attempt to get more friction between them. The two of them were rutting like horny youths in a shady corner where anyone could spot them and Louis didn’t want just anyone witnessing it. He had one particular person in mind.
With great reluctance Louis tried pulling away only to be yanked back into more needy kisses from Lestat.
“Mm, Lestat- MM!” Louis gasped when his head was yanked back so Lestat could kiss, suck, and bite at his fledgling's neck. Louis panted heavily, trying to keep himself from making too much noise. His attempts were foiled when Lestat rolled his hips causing the younger man to moan pathetically.
“Lestat- The room, now. Stop trying to undress me!” Louis hissed when Lestat had shoved off his suit jacket, sending it into a heap on the ground.
“It’s too far.” Lestat whined.
“You’re faster than any car, get off.” Louis snapped, finally shoving Lestat off and bent to collect his jacket. He held it in front of himself to hide the erection tinting his pants. He didn’t look back when he began speed walking away, if he looked back towards Lestat he would fold and end up getting fucked in that shady corner.
When Louis rushed towards the room he briefly glanced down, noticing as Antoinette stepped down from the stage and looked around, clearly looking for Lestat. Good.
When Louis crossed the threshold of the pink room he grunted when Lestat grabbed him from around the waist and hauled him onto the mattress. The room was special for the highest paying clients; it was decorated with a king sized mattress that was draped with a thick white comforter and salmon covered satin sheets. Louis had paid a pretty penny when hiring an interior decorator, Bricktop said it was tacky but Louis thought it was fun. He wouldn’t admit that out loud though.
Louis had begun to say something only to squawk out Lestat’s name when his maker tore at his clothing and tossed them aside without a care as to what Louis would be putting on once they finished. The fledgling laughed despite himself when Lestat wrestled to get him onto his back, Louis struggling against him while chuckling. Once Lestat had Louis beneath him he pinned the green eyed man’s hands above his head by the wrists and smiled fondly down at his lover.
“How would you like it?” he asked leaning down to kiss a trail from Louis’s temple down to his cheek and neck. Lestat paused there to drag his tongue across Louis’s heated flesh and began sucking on the skin in earnest. Louis groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, he already knew the bruise would linger for hours because of his diet. Lestat was aware of it and it seemed like he fully intended on leaving his mark.
“I would like for you to have Antoinette watch me take your cock.” Louis decided to be blunt and ignored the nervousness he felt when Lestat paused in his sucking. The blonde vampire pulled back to look at Louis as if trying to be certain he had heard him correctly, a brow arched and his eyes wide.
“Pardon?” he asked, voice thick with barely restrained arousal.
“I want you to use that neat trick of yours to guide Antoinette into this room so she can watch me ride your cock until you cum inside me.” Louis said, digging up confidence he didn’t feel. Lestat looked down at Louis, his mouth hanging open before he shut it and swallowed hard. An unnecessary human gesture.
“When did you become a exhibitionist, mon cher?” Lestat and started to hastily remove the rest of his clothing. Feeling comforted by his lover’s movements Louis went to help him disrobe. He was certain to rip his shirt and his pants as revenge for Louis’s own tattered garments.
“Just need to prove a point.” Louis said, leaning over the side of the bed to pull a small jar of lube from the dresser drawer. Lestat made a near animalistic growl, he grabbed at Louis’s thighs and jerked his fledgling closer to himself and took the lube. Louis breathed out shakily, watching Lestat twist off the cap and dip his fingers into the substance to get them thoroughly coated.
“You mean to stake a claim?” Lestat purred, placing the jar somewhere on the mattress and pushed Louis’s legs further apart.
“You asked me what you could do to make it up to me. This is it.” Louis said, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs wider. Lestat’s catlike eyes drinking in every subtle movement that Louis took. Lestat carefully pressed a finger into Louis, sucking in a sharp breath as the finger sunk in with ease. Louis released a shaky exhale and tilted his head back when Lestat started to pump his finger in and out.
“Oh. . .fuck.” Louis whispered laying back onto the mattress and Lestat eagerly followed to kiss down his fledgling’s chest and stomach while he carefully pushed in another finger. Louis cursed softly and pushed his fingers into Lestat’s thick golden tresses. He gently combed through Lestat’s hair only to grip it tightly when the blonde suddenly took his cock into that blissfully hot mouth.
“OH!” Louis squeezed his eyes shut and brought his knees up. The hot wet heat threatened to push the green eyed vampire over the edge and it nearly became a reality when that third finger pushed in and Lestat deliberately pushed against his prostate.
“STOP! Stop! I’m gunna cum. Get off-” Louis gasped shoving at Lestat. He went willingly with a large grin on his face, lips wet from sucking Louis’s cock. Louis rolled his eyes and kissed away that pleased grin and threw a leg over the blonde once he had Lestat on his back. Louis was sure to maneuver them so that he was facing the door and Lestat’s head nearly hanging off the ledge of the bed.
“You’re magnificent.” Lestat whispered more to himself than anything. He watched with rapt attention as Louis started to lower himself onto his aching cock. Louis trembled when feeling his body relax around Lestat’s cock. Louis knew long ago that his body would always crave Lestat’s touch. Lestat was warm all over, full with a recent kill or possibly Antoinette’s blood before arriving.
“Oh. . .” Louis gasped, squeezing his eyes shut when feeling Lestat’s generous length pressing right up against his prostate. Could any other man possibly compare to how Lestat was able to make Louis feel? Doubtful.
Louis briefly lost track of his plan, just basking in the sensation of having Lestat with him again, enjoying the intimacy. Louis leaned down kissing Lestat while he rotated his hips to keep that sweet teasing pressure going.
Lestat was eating it up every kiss, every sigh, and broken cry of his name falling from Louis’s lips. However, Louis did find the plot again when the smell of Antoinette’s perfume that clung to Lestat’s skin wafted into his nostrils. Louis pressed his palms onto Lestat’s chest and pressed his thumb against the blonde’s nipple.
“Call her.” he whispered, lifting himself up, nearly pulling all the way off of Lestat’s cock then slammed back down with a loud wet smack.
“Louis!” Lestat cried out, his hands flying to his fledgling’s hips, his white nails digging into the flesh there. The green eyed vampire sucked in a sharp breath, the pain causing an unexpected jolt of pleasure to shoot through him. Louis loved feeling how hard Lestat’s heart pounded in his chest as he began riding him in earnest.
Lestat was truly a sight to behold, his blonde hair fanned out, his lips swollen from the intensity of their kisses, a bit bruised from where Louis had bitten, his eyes were hooded and glazed and his brows raised.
“You look so fucking good.” Louis whispered, reaching down to yank at Lestat’s hair as he swiveled his hips after bringing them down once again. Lestat let out a repetitive shout of “yes” at the rough treatment, sending a thrill down Louis’s body. He was so distracted with pulling at Lestat’s hair and gyrating his hips that he hadn’t noticed nor heard the door open.
“Lestat?” Antoinette had called only to let out a startled shout when she saw Louis and Lestat writhing on the mattress. Louis looked up, unable to keep the pleased grin from spreading across his lips.
“Look at me Louis.” Lestat practically begged, lifting a hand from Louis’s hip to caress his cheek. Louis met his lover's gaze and felt his heart swell at the love he saw in those pitch black eyes.
“We have a guest.” Louis leaned down, licking at Lestat’s chin then nipped at his fat bottom lip. Lestat looked confused but realization soon dawned on his face, he gripped the back of Louis’s neck and slid an arm around his waist and flipped their positions with ease. Once Louis was beneath him he roughly grabbed Louis’s leg and hefted it over his shoulder and dug his nails into the blanket beside Louis’s head.
Louis’s vision completely whited out at the powerful downward thrust Lestat delivered, setting a punishing pace, his gaze not once drifting from his fledgling’s face. Louis moaned out curses, clawing at Lestat’s shoulders and arms, pathetically calling his name with every well aimed thrust.
“No one else is allowed to see you like this, only I get to see how you look when experiencing such pleasurable heights.” Lestat moaned, licking at the sheen of blood sweat that was on Louis’s cheek. Louis hated the fluttering in his stomach at Lestat’s possessive words.
“Louis, my Louis.” Lestat leaned down, truly testing Louis’s flexibility, and kissed him, loving, and always so hungry. Louis took unnecessary breaths between Lestat’s ravenous kisses, his hands moving back into that golden hair he loved so much.
“Touch me.” he pleaded only to let out a shocked gasp when Lestat came inside him. Louis whimpered when Lestat gripped his cock and continued thrusting as he jerked him off despite how oversensitive his own dick was.
“Merde. Louis, you cannot speak so sweetly like that.” Lestat groaned into his ear. Louis pulled Lestat to him once more by his hair and kissed him.
“Touch me.” Louis whispered, his voice shaking.
The vampire libido was certainly something that Louis enjoyed, they stayed in that bed long into the night. The blankets and sheets were torn, stained with blood and shoved off the mattress as Louis was placed into every position Lestat could think of.
The rest of the room hadn’t been safe from their passion. A small table was in pieces, the dresser dented inwards due to how roughly Lestat had fucked him into it. Louis had demanded they relocate because he didn’t want splinters stuck in his ass cheeks.
Louis had been blind in his passion, when he finally came back to himself he was laid on his stomach breathing heavily with Lestat laid atop him, holding him so tightly that it would’ve been a struggle to breath if he needed to. The both of them were sticky with their sweat, hair an absolute mess and littered with bruises from their animalistic coupling.
He blinked drowsily, his gaze drifting around the room only to pause when seeing Antoinette sitting on the bit of furniture that survived. Her legs were shamelessly spread, panties around her ankle and was leaning heavily back onto the chair.
“What the fuck are you still doing here?” Louis asked, his voice hoarse. Lestat hummed tiredly peppering kisses along Louis’s shoulder. Antoinette startled when Louis addressed her, sitting up and snapping her legs shut.
“O-Oh. . .I thought-” she stuttered
“You thought wrong, get the- Get the fuck out!” Louis said looking for something to throw at the woman while Lestat chuckled happily into his shoulder. Antoinette stood to her feet and hastily pulled up her panties before running out of the room, her face flushed from embarrassment.
“It isn’t funny Lestat! She was- She was touching herself to us!” Louis said wiggling but Lestat only held on.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, mon cher?” Lestat teased.
“You know that aint what I wanted, Lestat! I thought she was gunna leave, she didn’t try to join in did she?” Louis asked mortified.
“Mmm, you so rarely lose yourself to your vampiric passions, Louis. You were so impassioned and yearning for me. I couldn’t possibly share you with her.” Lestat said, kissing at Louis’s cheek.
“So much for ‘no one else can see you like this but me’.” Louis snarked.
“I was very careful with making sure your face was obscured.” Lestat chuckled, sounding proud of himself.
“I wanna take a bath, let's go home.” Louis said he was too tired to continue arguing with Lestat.
“Together?” Lestat asked, appearing hopeful.
“Yeah, but JUST a bath, I’m sore.” Louis grumbled, elbowing Lestat off of him. He looked at Lestat’s body, wondering if he was actively preventing himself from healing, and if he was, what an odd vampiric ability to possess.
“Of course, we can even grab a few rats for you on the way. My treat.” Lestat teased and followed after Louis.
“You’re gonna end up in the tub alone at this rate. . . .and because of you I ain’t got no damn change of clothes!” Louis shouted, throwing his hands up. Lestat pursed his lips together, his arms folded across his kiss bruised chest.
“The lost and found?” Lestat suggested.
In the moment it was utterly humiliating to run through New Orleans from roof to roof completely naked aside from oversized coats left by previous guests from the Azalea.
In the future however Louis and Lestat would laugh about it when curled up together in their coffin.