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Everything about Lestat was perfect. Every single inch of him. His golden hair, his pouty lips, his sharp teeth, his long talented fingers… He was the most gorgeous thing Daniel had ever seen. His hard cock was just as perfect and gorgeous as the rest of him. Daniel needed it inside him immediately. And fortunately Lestat didn’t make him wait.
He moaned with Lestat, finally getting he wished for so desperately. He delighted in the way Lestat filled him and stretched him. It was perfection. He obeyed Lestat’s command without hesitation, opening his eyes to meet Lestat’s brilliant blues. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly. He forgot everything else. All that existed was him and Lestat in this moment.
Lestat in this moment was hyper aware of how delicate Daniel was as a mortal man. He was careful not to put his full strength into each thrust, knowing it might very well harm him.
What he did was perfectly measured. Just enough strength to bring pleasure beyond measure.
And once he settled into that maddening rhythm, he was able to lose himself in it.
"Oh. Do I? Better than any man you've had before?"
Daniel's eyes widened at the admission that Louis had been into motorcycles. And still wider when he mentioned owning those as well as several jackets. Suddenly, all Daniel could imagine was Louis in one. Being bent over the bars and...
Daniel flushed and bit into his lip, willing the sudden vision to leave him alone. Louis would have no problem hearing his thoughts if he wanted to, so he did his best to yank his attention back to the movie.
The hand reaching out to take his was a surprise at first, but a welcome one. It was the kind of softness Daniel realized he'd been longing for from Louis, but had been too much of a coward to ask for.
"Did you know that those are the actress who plays Magenta's lips?"
"Really? I would say tell me more but we're getting looks."
Even though catcalling and such was encouraged, regular conversation was not. So instead, he spoke into Daniel's mind.
"Have you mastered talking with the mind only? Instead of speaking aloud? We could have an entire conversation without disturbing the others."
He squeezed Daniel's hand gently.
The movie continued. Someone was throwing toast at the screen. He felt rather bad for whoever had to clean up this theater when the show was over.
"He should do the right thing and move on," she snapped and cried out in pain when he lifted her up in his arms.
Mina rolled her eyes at his question, "There's a list. YOu're a god. you tell me."
And then she realized she was being quite the bitch for someone who nearly died tonight.
"Sorry," she relented, "Thank you."
"I'm not a god. I'm a demi-god. A human soul ascended. Let us be very clear about that distinction. I would never claim to be a god."
Claiming to be a god when one was not could get them killed.
"You didn't answer about the hospital though."
He was going to one anyway. But the nearest hospital was miles away in the living realm.
The world shifted to a darker hue and the ghostly image of Jonathan walked beside them in flashes. They were walking between worlds right now.
The world outside a blurr.
And then things became brighter...and the nearest hospital was right before them.
He stepped inside, and immediately nursing staff descended on them.
"that's different, you're not out for world domination or running around wearing a clown costume." he mused, clicking his tongue at the other. "and if i give you my blood, you don't have to hurt anyone." placing his hand's on the other's hips he returned the kiss before letting out a snort. "i don't know, i've been offered powers, and abilities several times, but i like being me just the way i am."
"You, just the way you are will grow old and die, Richard."
Lestat sighed softly.
They should stop this. They should end things before either of them got too attached. Before Lestat couldn't help himself from turning Richard so that he would live forever.
He remembered what had happened to everyone else he had turned.
They had all abandoned him.
"I don't want to weaken you by feeding from you. Not when you need your strength for your other night time activities."
Daniel nodded in agreement, following the other vampire as he chose their seats. Following Louis' gaze to audience members as they trickled in, he couldn't help but smirk devilishly. "Imagine Lestat in one of those," he murmured into his companion's ear. He'd mostly been wanting to tease Louis, but found himself thinking about it. It would have been a sight to behold, and he was confident no one could have pulled off something so revealing as good as Lestat could have.
"Not sure you're a speedo guy though," Daniel continued with faux contemplation. "I think you'd look better in Eddie's type of get-up," he decided, the image in his head of Louis in a motorcycle quite appealing.
"Oh...I've had my motorcycle phase, Daniel. I own several in fact. Leather jacket as well."
He smirked as he let Daniel imagine it.
He wasn't about to mention that he had fucked Armand on one of those motorcycles. Years ago. Before he had met Daniel.
That bike had long since been turned to scrap. Those that he had now were much more finely made.
The room darkened as the movie began, and in the darkness, Louis took Daniel's hand.
Fuuuuckkkkkk
Mina stared up at him and she bristled when he mentioned Jonathan not liking what she as doing, "He shoudln't have died then."
Mina went to accept hi helping her up but the pain in her broken leg was too great and she crumbled back down in a heap, "Christ....'
"At least he's still looking out for you."
Nicki, in a rare show of strength, was able to lift Mina up into his arms, holding her body close to his as he started walking towards his car.
"So...hospital then?"
His hounds were trotting behind, covered in the blood of the one that had attacked Mina.
"Also, who did you piss off this time?"
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"i need a vacation." dick groaned, collapsing down on the couch like his body was made of lead. new bruises fresh on his skin, exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones from another long night out. "i wonder what italy is like this time of year. i bet they have less costumed villains running around."
"You do know that I am what you would call a Villain. Yes? I feed on the life of others, Richard. I devour their blood to sustain myself. And I enjoy it. I'm a perfect devil. And yet...here you are..."
Lestat moved to straddle Dick's hips.
"In my home. Bruised and beautiful and all for me."
Lestat leaned in, nipping gently at Dick's lips.
"You should let me make you as I am. A vampire. You would take to the life magnificently."
Daniel nodded eagerly. He was pretty sure Lestat could tell him to do anything in this moment and he would have done it. He could hardly believe this moment was actually happening. Lestat wanted him. It was incredible. Someone so special and beautiful like Lestat desired him. He was just a shitty little kid from Modesto. Lestat chose him. Even if it was just for a night, it was everything.
Daniel reached for the lube, coating his fingers generously. He bit his lip as he slid his fingers down his body to his entrance. He kept his eyes on Lestat, aware that he was being watched and wanting to put on a good show. He was eager but he tried to take his time. He didn’t want this to end too quickly. Slowly he pressed one finger inside himself. It had been a while since he’d done this last. He couldn’t wait to feel Lestat inside him, filling him and stretching him. He moaned quietly as he added a second finger. “I want you so bad,” he admitted. He sped up his pace, unable to wait any longer. He needed Lestat.
The lube of today was much better than the oils he had once used in pervious centuries. He watched with fascination as Daniel opened himself up for him, his own cock hard and proud as he watched. He wanted the mortal in a way that was growing into something new. Something different than Nicki. Than Louis or Antionette. And once Daniel was prepped enough, Lestat moved the other's hand away and wrapped the mortal's legs around his powerful hips.
With one movement he lined himself up and pushed inside of Daniel's tight channel, a moan falling from his lips at the sensation of being engulfed in such tight heat. A shiver ran down his spine and for the first time in ages he felt a sense of nervousness. What if he didn't preform well? What if he was not to Daniel's liking? These self doubts had never plagued his mind before with the others.
Did this mean something.
"Eyes on me, Daniel. I want to see those beautiful eyes on me."
the pancakes smelled good.
But Mina also knew teh story of Hades and Persephone, she knew the penalty of eating food from a god. Just ain case, she threw it away and resolved not to think about it.
three months later, she was fighting a hellhound and it broke her leg. Mina barely survived it but lay there in the field certain she was going to die.
The hellhound is about to get her, when two large three headed dogs snatch it up and rip it to pieces. It's at this point that Nicki makes himself known, standing over her with a raised eyebrow.
"Always getting into trouble. You'd give Jonathan a heart attack if he was still alive. Dear gods."
He sook his head as he moved to help her up.
"Lets get you to a hospital so you can get that let fixed."
Daniel turned to look at Louis as he spoke, a little smile tugging at his own lips. For so long, the only way the other vampire would speak about the past was with melancholy. To hear him sound more wistful and nostalgic was a treat.
"I used to go to these kind of shows all the time," Daniel shared, thinking back to his youth. Of course, the memories were mixed in with overdoses, unemployment, and less savory experiences. Still, the movies had been a positive.
"I like to be in the back, you get a view that's higher up," came his response when he was asked where to sit. "Shame you never got to experience movie theater popcorn..."
"Popcorn wasn't served in playhouses or such when I was human but it was served at carnivals and Madi Gras. I've had it, Daniel. I did enjoy it back then. Buttery and salty."
He chuckled before looking up at the stands and pointing out some seats.
"What about there? In the middle in the very back."
Leading the way, he sat down with Daniel. People were starting to arrive. Some of them were dressed as their favorite characters. This included a few dressed as Rocky Horror, in nothing but golden speedos.
Mina shook her head, "I don't want them to tell you were I go. I don't want breakfast."
His joke had not done anything to ease her. Her defense was completely up.
"I want to be left alone," she said, "All I want is to be left alone."
Nicki gave a small nod and stepped into the shadows.
In the morning...their was a knock on her door. Breakfast delivered but Nicki nowhere in sight.
A note however, was there.
I hope that one day we can start over.
Daniel had feared this moment would never come. He had been desperate for it. He wanted nothing more than to feel those sharp teeth pressing into his soft skin, to feel Lestat drain his life essence. There was a sharp moment of pain and then it faded mixing with the pleasure. It was pure bliss. His life was in Lestat’s hands. He belonged to him to do whatever he pleased with. It was thrilling.
He caught a glimpse of the crimson staining Lestat’s lips and it definitely shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did. He was reaching for Lestat eager as ever. More, more, more. And Lestat was granting his wish. It was better than Daniel could have imagined. There was something so sensual about tasting his own blood on Lestat’s pretty lips.
And then he got to taste the other man too. Lestat was giving himself to Daniel in return. It was the height of intimacy. To be seen and to be known by each other was a gift. It was intense. So much better than any drug he’d ever tried.
Daniel rocked against Lestat, their bodies pressed close. He held onto Lestat tightly, clinging to him like he might change his mind and try to run away. Daniel didn’t care how needy and desperate he seemed. He had no shame. All he could think about was his dizzying all consuming desire for Lestat. “Please,” he begged, nearly whimpering.
Surely this was madness. Wasn't insanity to do the same thing over and over expecting different results? And yet...could Daniel be the one to eat away his lonliness?
He was incredibly aware of how breakable Daniel was. As such, he was careful as he pulled off Daniel's clothes, revealing the naked mortal to his eyes. He pressed Daniel back against the bedding as he stood, looking down at the other man, so alive.
Lestat removed his own clothes, revealing his pale skin and perfect body to Daniel. With a lack of grace that came from the bus hitting a bump, he moved forward and covered Daniel's body with his own.
There was, however...a slight issue.
Lestat's nails were sharp. He hadn't filed them tonight to soften them. If he were to prepare Daniel's body, then there was a high probability of cutting him somewhere truly intimate. Add in the jostling of the bus?
While he had lube...he did not have a file to take care of his nails at this moment.
"I'm afraid I will not be able to prepare your body for me. Do you think you can do it yourself? You may like it rough, but I don't like my partners bleeding from behind because my nails have caused a wound."
"You can always feed from me going forward if you need it " Blaise hummed out. He actually liked the idea of his mate feeding from him. Being bitten and that intimate was something he couldn't shake the thought off. "So your various homes mean we'll be able to share a bed together?"
Blaise relaxed as they walked into the palace. He was worried it'd be some fancy ass place that he was hardly dressed for. He settled into a seat next to Lestat and quickly scanned the menu, though he already knew what he wanted. He came to places like this regularly and often ordered the same thing. "Bacon and waffles please." He ordered before fixing his attention on to Lestat.
"Is there anything you need to know about me right away? Like I need to know if you got any more ghost friends so I can prepare myself? Is there anything you got that you need to know." He rambled.
The idea of feeding from his mate sent a thrill through him. Once Blaise had ordered, he settled into answer his question.
"There may be many ghosts, Blaise. I kill to survive. Then there is my father who was a miserable man. But...there was a young violinist who I had thought at one point was my other half. Nicolas de Lenfent. I made him as I am and it drove him insane. I will never forgive myself for what I did to him. In the end he took his own life, setting himself aflame."
There is sorrow in Lestat's eyes. Nicki had not only been a lover, but his best friend since he was a teenager.
"I still miss him. Even if in the end things were no longer romantic. He was my friend first and lover second."
Daniel couldn’t help but be pulled into Lestat’s gravitational pull. He had a way about him. It was easy to see why everyone adored him. He just had that effect. He was so easy to fall in love with. Daniel was sinking fast in quicksand and surely this was dangerous yet he didn’t want to fight it. He wanted to fall into it even if it would ruin him.
It was too late to turn back now and he didn’t want to. Lestat was imprinted on his heart. It was divine. Lestat was everything. He was the sun, the moon, the stars… Lestat was the air he needed to breathe. He would follow Lestat anywhere without question even into hell as long as they got to burn together. Lestat was the devil and surely Daniel’s soul was damned now but he didn’t care.
Hearing Lestat tell him that he wouldn’t survive this, it made him shiver. And it was true that he did know it the whole time. As soon as Lestat revealed what he was, Daniel knew that this was going to destroy him. Still, he didn’t care. He didn’t care if this was the end. It was a glorious way to go out. He’d wanted to end things and escape his miserable life anyway. He would have self-destructed eventually rather than face his pathetic future. Lestat could kill him now and Daniel would probably thank him because he at least got to experience something so beautiful before he perished. He could never go back to his old life after this. Everything had changed. So if Lestat didn’t want to keep him around then it was best that he end him completely.
There was a part of him that for the first time ever wanted to live. Not his pathetic miserable life. No, he wanted something more. All along that black hole in him had been yearning for something and now he finally found it. He wanted to be immortal. He wanted to be at Lestat’s side forever. He could do it. He could be something. He could prove himself trustworthy and loyal. He could be a good companion. Surely this was his destiny. It was meant to be.
How many people had Lestat killed? How many awful things he had done? The list of sins was no doubt lengthy. Lestat could crush him like a bug any moment. He was a monster and Daniel adored him all the more for it. It was beyond fucked up but Daniel had never pretended to be normal.
All of a sudden they were falling together and Lestat was so graceful as always. The chuckle from his lips was one of the sexiest things Daniel had ever heard. How lucky Daniel was to get to experience this even for a fleeting moment. Then they were kissing again and Daniel didn’t hesitate to kiss back eagerly, hungrily. Devour me. Devour me. Devour me…
Pulling from the kiss, Lestat brought Daniel to lay upon the plush bed, covering his body with his own.
"Devour you?"
He nuzzled his nose gently against Daniel's neck.
"Devour you..."
He nibbled at the skin there.
"Yes..."
His fangs sunk into Daniel's neck even as he pressed his erection in against Daniel's groin. He moaned around the explosion of blood on his tongue as he brought Daniel's legs to wrap around his waist. He rocked against him slowly as he fed. Yet...he did not take much. No more than they would take at a blood donation center.
He pulled away from Daniel's neck with a gasp, blood glistening like lipstick on his lips.
He licked it away before capturing Daniel's lips again in a heated kiss; letting Daniel taste his own blood on his tongue. Then he bit into his own tongue...and let his powerful vampiric blood pour into Daniel's mouth.
"Some do, some don't. I don't understand it. My regular haunts tell me about it sometimes and i never mind." Blaise didn't want to finish the sentence to say those conversations ended with him yelling at ghosts so never actually knowing how it worked.
Blaise didn't know how to react to the crowds or the questions people were suddenly asking him. He gripped on to Lestat as tightly as he cojld until they got to the car. He dumped his bag on the floor in front of him before sitting crossed legged. He began playing with any button or thing he could find.
"I can sleep weird times if that's easier. But just don't make me get in a coffin. I've been in one before and I have no intention of going back." He didn't like that it meant he'd not be able to sleep with his mate as much. But the memories of being in the coffins when he was younger still stuck with him. "Um I need food. Unless we count a bag crisps and a can of red bull as food? But I don't know anywhere that does food for you guys."
"I fed already tonight. And I would never force you to sleep in a coffin. I myself only sleep in one when I am traveling and know that I will need to be moved during the day. Otherwise, my various homes have special windows that block out the suns harmful rays. And soon I may not even need to fear the sun. I'm already two centuries old after all. And I know others who are five who are walking in the sun and have been for a long time now."
He smiled softly.
"And no, red bull and a bag of crisps is not food."
He knew of a place where his band mates frequented. Pulling up outside, he opened the door for Blaise before leading him inside.
The restaurant in question served breakfast all day and night, as well as typical American fare.
"Please, order whatever you would like."
Mina turned around, eyes blazing,and she let her rage that she'd been holding in for over a century boil over, "He doesn't get to dictate my life. He's dead. He abandoned me to face all this by myself. And before that, he didn't tell me what killed Lucy, he didn't tell me what they were doing, he didn't even notcie what was happening until they stumbled in to see me being fed on! I'm tired of all of you making decisions about my life and my safety without consulting ME. Leave me alone until all of you can figure it out."
She knew she wasn't being fair, she knew her husband didn't 'abandon her', he'd died. But she never got to resolve how she felt about the way they'd kept her in the dark and dammit she finally got to now.
"Did he? I'm sorry. He should have told you what was going on. Even Lestat...after a time...warned me about everything."
Then again, that wasn't until after he had been abducted and fed on.
"Sometimes live blinds from what should be done. Men in particular are idiots. I count myself among those idiots but you are right. I'm not offering protection though, Mina. Other than by offering up a pup to walk you home. Part of that is for the selfishness that they will tell me where you go. And my own peace of mind after the earlier mugging attempt. In truth I have no doubt that you could take care of yourself."
He shrugged.
"Perhaps...you will allow me to buy you breakfast in the morning? Or make it for you? I make delicious pancakes. And it's autumn so I can make them pumpkin. Unless you are not one of those...what do they call them...'basic white bitches'?"
He's hoping his joke will ease some things.
"Good night, Mina."
