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His brown skin was a dull shade, a contrast to its usual shiny look, and his lips were purple and cold. It was about 5 a.m. in the morning, and Louis was rolling up a fat blunt; he wasn’t going to smoke—not really, he wasn’t in the mood for it. He wasn’t really a big fan of weed; he preferred cigarettes, but today he decided to roll up a blunt of weed, just to do it, just to feel something. There was a reason for it, as there was always a reason for everything Louis did, at least most of the time, there was.
Their reason for it was that today marked his sixth anniversary, his sixth anniversary of being a vampire. You know fangs, all blerg blerg, dracula, blood sucking- except Louis was none of this. He did have fangs, yes, but he definitely did not go blerg blerg or was not Dracula- dracula did not even exist, as he had come to learn. Also, important note, Louis also did not drink blood. No, no, because of course of all the things that had to be inaccurate about being a vampire, being a blood sucker was one of them.
At first, when he had gotten turned, he had been happy to find out that he wasn’t going to crave blood, that he didn’t have to be some mindless killer. In fact, there first thing he had told his maker- after curses had been thrown, tears had fallen, and fear had filled his mind had been:
“I won’t have to kill–I mean I won’t have a thirst for blood?” His maker, a woman by the name of Mekare, had snorted, obviously thinking him silly.
“No, of course not, that’s only something in fiction. Real vampires don’t crave blood,” She told him, obviously glad to see that he was calming down, “Real vampires crave something else, well every vampire is different…” She paused, staring up at him, as if she was waiting for him to tell her to go further, to explain more and so he said:
“How so?”
“Well, some vampires crave milk..” Ok that was weird, but at least milk was miles better than blood, “Some ketchup, some things that can only come from a woman, and others….” She took a long pause after this, her eyes darting around, clearly uncomfortable. And before Louis could even ask her to continue, she had blurted out herself: “Cum.”
Louis was going to kill himself.
He should have seriously done it when he turned 16, and his father had died, leaving him with his nagging overbearing mother who basically made him take care of Paul and Grace all by himself. But he couldn’t have left Paul and Grace to themselves, it would be selfish- but maybe he should have seriously taken the selfish route, because this could not be happening to him. His face blanched and his stomach twisted, and he felt his heart beating fast- did vampires even have hearts? It seemed so, because he was feeling something pounding against his chest.
“Cum?” His eyes practically fell from his head.
“Sperm.” She confirmed. As if sensing Louis was going to freak even more, she added; “There’s no saying, you would be those types of vampires, and you know what–” She looked at her wrist. There was no watch on her wrist, no, there wasn’t, but she pretended there was. “It’s getting a little too late, I have to leave.”
“What?” Louis' eyes snapped to look at her.
Mekare's eyes darted around, a brief flash of regret crossing her face. "I'm sorry," she muttered quickly, almost too quiet for him to hear. Then, before Louis could even process her words, let alone respond, she turned on her heel and bolted out the door.
Louis doesn’t remember exactly what he did after she left, and he wishes he did, but he knew he cried and cried and cried. In addition, Louis thinks he almost committed suicide through the sun. Though the pain was too much, Louis hated the feel of the burning sun on his skin and retreated quickly before more damage could be done. He wasn’t a fan of pain, at least physical pain. That day too, Louis had jumped the bones of a man- a man with a warm undertone, medium brown in skin, and light brown eyes and began dating him, after the man had told him he didn’t want it to be casual and persisted. It worked well for him, as it meant, Louis wouldn’t have to go to a gay bar after day of his life to fuck a man and get his cum deep in his throat to get nutrients and survive as a vampire.
‘Vampire.’ Louis murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. It’s been five years, five fucking years and Louis still couldn’t believe he was a vampire, and not any vampire, no, he was a cum drinking vampire because that made a whole lotta sense.
Why couldn’t he have been the vampire that craved ketchup? Why cum of all things? What made it worse is that after he had a fight with Armand—his longtime boyfriend of five years—Louis was driven out of town, where Armand would not follow to deal with his emotions. But in doing so, he had forgotten one important aspect: that he needed Armand, or more like, he needed Armand’s white juice. He reached into his pockets, grabbing his phone as he debated whether or not to call Armand, and hear him apologize, so he can accept it and go back.
But he didn’t want to go back, not yet at least. Thus, instead, he had walked to his friend Lily’s house, the place he would be staying till Armand got his shit together.
★★★
“Who that?” That had been the first thing Louis had said, as he dropped his bag on the couch, right after the blonde man that had been hugging Lily went upstairs.
She smiled. Lily had simply smiled, her eyes filled with amusement as she played with her fingers. She had a girlish look to her in that moment, one that reminded Louis a lot about their early childhood days, where they would try to guess what the other was thinking. But Louis no longer had to guess her thoughts as he could simply read them, but he did not, because, though it's been a while since he’s been normal, he wanted to feel normal again, so he played with her.
“Let me think,” He began, crossing one leg over the other. Realization hit him like bricks being thrown at him, and his mouth opened wide in shock, “That your man?”
“My man my man,” Lily confirmed with a laugh.
A month ago, Lily had told him that she had started to date a man, one that Louis had never met. She had told him that her man was French, from a city called Lille, and a little weird at times, but she liked him and that they were soulmates. They had met in a club, if Louis recalled correctly, and he enchanted her quickly. He had been charming and funny, and the fact that he was from Lille, which to Lily sounded close enough to Lily, obviously told her that they were meant to be.
Louis did not know what he was expecting Lily’s man to look like, but it had not been that. The man was a medium length haired blond, blue eyed with a sharp jaw and sharp features. He was handsome.
“He came here for the weekend,” Lily told him, “Are you going to be alright with him here?”
“Imma be aight,” Louis responded, “But what he here for?”
“Because he’s a good man who cares for his girlfriend,” Lily had giggled, “What about Armand? How are things going with you and Armand, has he apologized yet?”
“I wouldn’t be here if he apologized, would I?”
Lily’s laughter faded as she registered the tension in Louis’ voice. She leaned back against the couch, her playful expression softening into one of genuine concern.
“Lou, you know I’m always here for you,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but just know you’re not alone in this.” She reached out to grab his hand in her’s, squeezing it, “Big sister Lily is here for you.”
“I’m older than you,” He laughed, and then he sighed. He didn’t want to unload all of his problems on Lily, especially not when she seemed so happy with her new relationship. But the weight of everything—being a vampire, the fight with Armand, the relentless need he couldn’t control—was pressing down on him, and it was getting harder to keep it all inside.
“It’s just… complicated,” Louis finally admitted, his voice heavy with frustration. “We had this stupid argument, and now I’m here, and he’s not. And I don’t even know if I want him to apologize because I’m so damn tired, Lily. Tired of everything.”
Lily nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. She squeezed the hand she was already holding again, “ “I get it,” she said. “Relationships can be exhausting, especially when there’s so much history involved. But maybe some time apart will be good for both of you, you know? Give you some space to figure things out.”
Louis knew she was right, but it didn’t make the situation any easier to deal with. He was already feeling the effects of being away from Armand—his body was growing weaker, and the gnawing hunger was becoming harder to ignore. But he wasn’t ready to go back, not until he’d sorted through the mess in his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he murmured, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. He glanced toward the stairs, where Lily’s boyfriend had disappeared. “Your guy seems nice, though. Glad you found someone good.”
Lily smiled, and Louis could hear her heart racing faster simply at the mention of him. “He is. I think I think you’ll like him once you get to know him. Lestat is…” She let out a dreamy sigh, “I think I’m in love with him, Lou, I really like him, and I want the two of you to get along.”
Louis watched her closely, noticing the way her eyes lit up when she talked about Lestat. It was a look he hadn’t seen in her before, a mix of admiration and something deeper, something more vulnerable. It was clear that Lestat wasn’t just a passing fling—he meant something to her.
“Lestat, huh?” Louis repeated the name, letting it roll off his tongue. It sounded as foreign as the man looked, but it suited him somehow, adding to the air of mystery that surrounded him. “If he makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me. I’ll try to get along with him, for your sake.”
Lily’s smile grew, and she leaned in to hug him, her embrace warm and comforting. “Thank you, Lou. That means a lot to me. You’re the most important person in my life, and I want you to be a part of this too.”
Louis returned the hug, holding her close for a moment longer than usual. He didn’t say it out loud, but he was scared. Scared that whatever happiness Lily had found, whatever light she was clinging to, would eventually be dimmed by the darkness that followed him. He didn’t want that for her—she deserved better.
“I’ll do my best,” he whispered into her hair before pulling away. “But don’t expect me to be all buddy-buddy with him right away, okay? I’ve got a reputation to maintain as your elder brother .”
Lily laughed, the sound bright and full of life. “You’re only older than me by a month.”
“A month is a lot,” Louis teasingly defended.
“No it’s not.” Lily laughed.
★★★
Throughout the weekend, Louis had tried to keep himself satisfied with other things that made vampires feel better. He had tried ketchup, milk-normal, almond, oat, soy, every time of milk he could get his hands on and yet nothing. He was still hungry, still feeling empty, and the only thing that would make him smile these days was Lily’s boyfriend.
Lily had been right in calling Lestat charming, he was funny, handsome, delightful and Louis just wanted to eat him up. He wanted his cum.
The thought startled Louis at first. He had tried to push it away, blaming it on the gnawing hunger that had plagued him all weekend, but it lingered, growing stronger every time Lestat entered the room. There was something about him—an allure that went beyond the usual appeal of humans to vampires. It was as if Lestat had a magnetic pull, something that called to Louis in a way he hadn’t felt in years.
Lestat was everything Lily had described and more. He had a presence that commanded attention, effortlessly drawing people in with his sharp wit and easygoing charm. Louis found himself laughing at Lestat’s jokes, enjoying his stories, and relishing the way he made Lily so happy. But beneath the surface, a darker urge was simmering, one that Louis was trying desperately to suppress.
He watched Lestat closely, more closely than he should have, noting every detail—the way he moved, the curve of his smile, the sound of his heartbeat. It was intoxicating, and Louis knew he was treading dangerous waters.
This was Lily’s man, and he was in Lily’s house, he couldn’t do that to Lily, he never would and he especially couldn’t cheat on his boyfriend. Sure, Louis didn’t love his boyfriend, but he cared about him, and Louis was no cheater. But still, he couldn’t help but to imagine multiple scenarios concerning him and Lestat, especially with his hunger.
He didn’t want to entertain those thoughts, and he knew he shouldn’t, so ever time Lestat was around, Louis would go up his room, and close the door, to deal with his own hunger by taking ketchup and milk, and praying to God– if God even listened to the damned that his hunger would not get the better of him. It was working well, not really, but it was going somewhere. Praying and managing his hunger away, and it would have worked so well if Lestat had not barged into the room he was staying in.
“What are you doing here?” Louis hissed at the intruder. He had kept his voice low, obviously not wishing to be heard by Lily who was perhaps downstairs.
“Are you avoiding me?” Lestat had cut straight to the point, as he closed the door, “I have a feeling I’m being avoided.”
“And if you’re being avoided, that means I obviously don’t want to see you,” Louis said, as he shifted further into the bed, placing a pillow on his stomach. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Lestat arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he took a step closer to the bed. “Shouldn’t I? Or do you just not want me here?” His voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was an edge to it that made Louis uneasy.
Louis felt a wave of frustration and fear wash over him. Why had Lestat come up here? Why couldn’t he leave well enough alone? Louis could feel the hunger gnawing at him, more intense than ever with Lestat so close. The man’s presence was overwhelming, and Louis was barely holding himself together.
“Look, I’m tired,” Louis said, forcing a calmness into his voice that he didn’t feel. “I’ve had a long weekend, and I just need some time alone.”
Lestat didn’t move. Instead, he studied Louis with a thoughtful expression, his gaze piercing. “You’re not just tired,” he said finally. “There’s something else, isn’t there? Something you’re not telling me.”
Louis stiffened, his heart pounding in his chest. Lestat was getting too close to the truth, too close to the thoughts Louis had been trying so hard to bury. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, but it came out weak, unconvincing.
Lestat’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he tilted his head, as if trying to read something in Louis’ face. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You’ve been acting strange since I got here. Avoiding me, barely speaking to me. I know Lily said you were going through something, but this… this feels different.”
This man didn’t even know Louis like that, mind you. Why was he so curious about what’s happening with Louis?
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to maintain control. He couldn’t let this go on any longer. “Lestat, please,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Just go back downstairs. I need to be alone right now.”
But Lestat didn’t leave. Instead, he took another step closer, his eyes locked onto Louis’ with an intensity that made Louis’ breath catch. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why do you need to be alone?”
“Because I need to be alone,” Louis tone was sharp. Lestat didn’t seem phased by Louis’ sharp tone. Instead, he stepped even closer, his presence filling the room, suffocating Louis in a way that both terrified and intrigued him.
“I’m worried about you,”Lestat said quietly, his voice filled with a strange mix of curiosity and concern.
“Go worry about Lily.”
“Lily’s worried about you too,”
Louis tensed at the mention of Lily. The last thing he wanted was to drag her into this mess, to make her worry about something he could barely control himself. His hunger, the unsettling thoughts, and the unbearable tension were his burdens to bear, not hers, and certainly not Lestat’s.
“Lily doesn’t need to worry about me,” Louis replied, his voice firm but wavering slightly under the weight of his emotions. “I’m fine.”
“You’re lying,” Lestat said without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. “I can see it in your eyes, Louis. You’re not fine, and I think it’s more than just hunger, isn’t it?”
Louis froze, his body going cold. How did Lestat know? How could he possibly—
“It’s okay,” Lestat continued, his voice gentle, understanding. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Louis. I know what you are.”
The world seemed to tilt beneath Louis, and he stared at Lestat, his mind reeling. “What do you mean, you know?” he whispered, barely able to get the words out.
Lestat smiled, a slow, almost sad smile. “I’ve known since the moment I saw you,” he said. “You’re not the first vampire I’ve met, Louis. And you won’t be the last.”
Louis’ mind was spinning. How could Lestat have known? Why hadn’t he said anything earlier? And what did this mean for him, for Lily?
“You should have told me,” Louis finally managed to say, his voice shaky. “You should have told me before.”
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Lestat replied. “And I didn’t want to force you to confront something you weren’t ready to face. But now, it’s clear you need help. You’re starving, Louis. And it’s not just food you need. You need to feed properly, or you’re going to lose control.”
Louis shuddered, the truth of Lestat’s words hitting him like a blow. He had been trying so hard to resist, to fight the hunger, but it was a losing battle. He could feel the edges of his control fraying, the darkness creeping in.
“I can’t,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I can’t do that to Lily. And I can’t cheat on my boyfriend.”
Lestat’s expression softened, and he reached out, placing a hand on Louis’ shoulder, “Aren’t you hungry Louis?” Lestat practically whispered to him, “They don’t have to know about this, they won’t know about this. Lily’s out, and you look more dead than you already are.”
Louis flinched at Lestat's words, his gaze dropping to the floor as the weight of his situation pressed down on him. The hunger was gnawing at him, relentless, and he knew Lestat was right. He was starving, and it was only a matter of time before he lost control completely.
But the thought of feeding—of giving in to the very thing he'd been fighting so hard against—filled him with a deep sense of dread. He couldn’t betray Lily, and he couldn’t cheat on his boyfriend. The mere idea twisted his insides with guilt.
“I know you’re scared,” Lestat said softly, his hand still resting on Louis’ shoulder, grounding him in the moment. “Lily told me you have a strong savior complex- you’ve been a savior all your life, have you not saint Louis?” Louis flinched at the use of saint, “But this is about your life, your hunger-” Lestat hands had trailed from Louis shoulder to his stomach, “You’re hungry, let me feed you,” A hand found Louis’s face, caressing it gently, cupping it softly. “Let me be your food Louis, let me help you, we’re friends aren’t we?”
Louis shivered under the blonde’s touch. It was alluring, what Lestat was proposing, to feed on him, to allow him to become his food, to taste his cum-Louis had not really tasted any other cum except for Armand in a while, he wondered, shall Lestat’s cum be different?
He didn’t want to do this, not to Lily, but it was simply too alluring to resist, too terrifying not to try. But Lestat’s touch was so gentle, so persuasive. The way his hand moved from Louis’ shoulder to his stomach, tracing the hollow ache that had been gnawing at him for days, made it harder to resist. Louis had always been the one to take care of others, to protect them, but now, he was feeling protected, comforted and the man, his best friend’s boyfriend, was asking to take care of him.
“You don’t have to do this alone, Louis,” Lestat continued, his voice a low, soothing murmur. “You’ve spent so long fighting this, denying yourself, but you don’t have to suffer. Let me help you. Let me be the one to take this burden from you.”
Louis’ breath hitched as Lestat’s fingers brushed his cheek, the tender touch sending a shiver down his spine. The intensity of Lestat’s gaze, the sincerity in his voice, made it difficult to think clearly. He wanted to say no, to push Lestat away and cling to the last remnants of his control, but the hunger was so overwhelming, so all-consuming.
“Friends help each other, don’t they?” Lestat whispered, leaning in closer, his lips just a breath away from Louis’ ear. “Let me be the one you can rely on, the one who understands you. You don’t have to be strong all the time, Louis. Let me take care of you.”
Louis closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. The scent of Lestat’s cologne filled his senses, warm and inviting, and for a moment, all the fear and guilt melted away. All that was left was the hunger, the desperate need that clawed at him from within.
“Just this once,” Louis whispered, barely able to get the words out. “But no one can know, Lestat. No one.”
Lestat smiled, a soft, almost triumphant smile, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against Louis’. “No one will know,” he promised, his voice a gentle caress. “This stays between us.”
“Between us,” Louis agreed as his hands reached for Lestat’s belt, pulling Lestat’s pants down his ankle. He had moved quickly to retrieve Lestat's stiff cock by gently mouthing his head and stroking downward with one hand through the opening in his boxers. His lips were very near Lestat’s cock, and before either of them knew it, Louis wet tongue found the tip of Lestat’s cock, causing a groan to emit from Lestat, who leaned forward to steady himself as Louis continued.
Lestat’s hand found Louis head, as he patted it gently, as Louis continued sucking, “Fuck” Lestat cursed as he came, his vision getting blurry. It felt to Lestat that he was getting the life sucked outta him, and his soul was ascending to heaven, with the way Louis' arms wrapped around his lower back, refusing to let him go, until he sucked him dry of sperm. It was demonic, it was sinful, and it was beautiful. Lestat thought to himself, must be what the poets had meant when they describe heaven.
When Lestat had finally been sucked dry of all he had, Louis lips let out a pop sound, as it dislocated from Lestat’s cock, semen trailing from his lips, and of course, Louis did not waste the semen-no, no, he used his fingers to wipe his face and brought the semen to his lips, sucking on his fingers. He was hungry, terribly so, and Lestat had tasted so different from Armand. While Armand had indeed tasted lovely, like cookies and cream ice cream- a favorite of Louis when he was a human, Lestat semen tasted like heroin. It tasted like how a drug addict thought about heroin, fentanyl and cocaine in the best way possible. It was the best fucking thing, Louis had ever tasted.
“You taste so good,” Louis had murmured and Lestat had smirked. He had leaned down, his lips hovering just above Louis’, the predatory gleam in his eyes softened by a strange tenderness. Louis could still taste the remnants of Lestat’s semen on his tongue, rich and intoxicating, flooding his senses with warmth and satisfaction. It was as if every nerve in his body had come alive, humming with a strange euphoria that dulled the edges of his fear and guilt.
“You taste so good,” Louis repeated, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His body was relaxed, lulled into a state of contentment he hadn’t felt in years, the hunger finally sated.
Lestat’s smirk deepened, his gaze never leaving Louis’ as he slowly closed the distance between them. The moment their lips met, it was like a jolt of electricity shot through Louis, igniting a fire that had been smoldering just beneath the surface. The kiss was gentle at first, Lestat’s mouth moving softly against his, coaxing him into a deeper connection.
For a brief, blissful moment, Louis allowed himself to get lost in it, his body responding instinctively to the sensation of Lestat’s lips on his. The taste of Lestat’s semen, the lingering warmth of the feeding, everything about it felt right in a way that scared him.
But then, as if waking from a dream, reality crashed down on him with the force of a tidal wave. He remembered who Lestat was, what he represented, and most of all, he remembered Lily and his boyfriend—what he had, what he stood to lose.
Panic flared in Louis’ chest, and without thinking, he pushed Lestat away, the force of it surprising both of them. Lestat stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn’t resist, letting Louis break the connection.
Louis’ heart pounded in his ears, shame and guilt crashing over him in waves as the reality of what he’d just done settled in. “I—I can’t,” he stammered, his voice trembling as he backed away from Lestat, the euphoria of the moment rapidly replaced by a sickening sense of dread. “I’m sorry, I—”
Without waiting for Lestat to respond, Louis turned and bolted, his feet barely touching the ground as he fled down the stairs. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and self-loathing, every step taking him further away from the temptation he couldn’t afford to give in to.
Lestat didn’t follow. Louis could feel his presence lingering at the top of the stairs, but he didn’t dare look back. He couldn’t face him, not after what had just happened, not after he had nearly—
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Louis paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned against the wall for support. He felt like he was going to be sick, the enormity of what he had almost done crashing over him like a wave. How could he have let it get this far? How could he have been so weak?
But even as the shame gnawed at him, Louis could not say 100% that he regretted it. He didn’t, not really, but still! He can’t believe he had done this. This was Lily’s man for goodness sake, she had told Louis that she loved Lestat, that she believes that they are meant to be, and he just goes to do this to her in her own fucking house?
Perhaps, he should go home, but he wasn’t ready to face Armand yet, not after what he had done. So, instead, to sate his feelings, to redeem himself he texted Armand apologizing for the argument, though the argument if you asked Louis had been entirely Armand’s phone, and quickly placed his phone back into his pockets.
He wasn’t going to do this again, it was a one time thing, never to be done again.
★★★
Louis had done it again and again. Despite his best intentions, the pull of Lestat's presence was irresistible. Each time Lily was out of the house, Louis found himself drawn back to the allure of the vampire who seemed to be the embodiment of everything he both craved and feared.
The pattern had begun to solidify. Lily would leave for an evening event, and Louis would find himself alone with Lestat, who appeared at the door with a practiced ease, as though he had anticipated the opportunity. Each encounter was marked by an intense, almost surreal connection, where the boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred.
It was always the same—Louis would try to resist, to hold onto his resolve, but the moment Lestat’s gaze locked with his, the battle became almost insurmountable. Each time, the taste of Lestat’s cum brought him a fleeting sense of solace, a break from the gnawing hunger and the guilt that weighed on his shoulders. And each time, Louis would retreat, overwhelmed by his own actions, fleeing from the house with the same sense of dread and shame.
Tonight was no different. Lily had left for a late dinner with friends, and Louis found himself alone in the living room, the house echoing with silence. His heart raced, the anticipation both thrilling and terrifying. He knew he shouldn’t let Lestat in, that he should respect the boundaries he had so desperately tried to uphold, but the craving was too strong, and he was too weak to resist.
The knock on the door was both a welcome and a curse. Louis hesitated for a moment before opening it, and there stood Lestat, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory charm. A smirk curved his lips as he stepped inside, his presence filling the room with an almost tangible energy.
“You’re alone again,” Lestat observed, his voice smooth and knowing. “I see you’ve been waiting for me.”
Louis swallowed hard, guilt and desire warring within him. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he stammered, stepping back to let Lestat in. “I just… I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“Nothing’s happening to you,” Lestat’s voice was barely audible, as he moved closer to Louis, unbuttoning his pants, “You’re just feeding yourself, you can’t control this, it’s in your nature.” Warm lips had found their way on Louis neck, “Do you want this, Louis, do you?”
Louis didn’t hesitate, though he should have: “Yes, I want this,” And that had all that had been needed for Lestat to remove his boxers, and lay himself on the ground as Louis crawled up to him, like a cat. The first lick had been teasing, foreplay, before the real thing had been done and Louis had taken all of Lestat into his mouth. Louis had felt a certain pride in himself, that he shouldn’t have felt, when Lestat let out a groan of pleasure. Pre-cum had leaked from Lestat’s dick, and at the taste of it- salty yet so sweet, all thoughts of Lily had been forgotten.
Lestat groaned and thrust his hips, placing all of himself in Louis' mouth, as he took control, took passion– something that Armand had always lacked. Armand had always been more submissive, more like a dead corpse when Louis sucks him off, but Lestat was an active participant in this, and it felt so right, it felt so good. It felt even better when Lestat sped up his movements, when he became more rough with it, and more passionate. It took a while, but after some time, Lestat had flooded Louis’s mouth with his food and Louis drank greedily. He drank as if he was a worshiper of Dionysus on a bacchanal, he drank as if this was the last meal he was going to have- the same way Tantalus would have drank and ate if he knew that he would be condemned to hell without being able to ever quench his thirst or hunger.
This was amazing, and Louis could not help but to wish that Armand’s was Lily’s boyfriend and Lestat’s was his, that he could have this everyday. Lestat’s cum was filling, it was satisfying and it felt so right, and as much as Louis liked Armand, Armand’s semen couldn’t even compare to Lestat’s.
“Amazing,” Lestat had said, as he sat up pulling Louis into his lap, the heat of his Lestat’s body a sharp contrast to the cool air of the room. Lestat’s touch was both commanding and possessive, a stark departure from the gentler moments he had shared with Armand.
Lestat’s eyes were dark with a mix of satisfaction and something else—perhaps a deeper, more profound interest. “So,” Lestat murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against Louis’s ear, “how many more days are you planning to stay?”
Louis hesitated, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. He could feel the steady rhythm of Lestat’s heartbeat against his own, a constant reminder of the line he had crossed. “One,” Louis said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper. “This is our last day, Lestat. I mean it.”
Lestat’s gaze was intense, almost pleading. “You’re leaving tomorrow then?”
Louis nodded, though a part of him was reluctant to let go of the intoxicating closeness they shared. “Yes.”
A slow, almost melancholic smile spread across Lestat’s face. “Then let tomorrow be our last one,” he said softly, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on Louis’s back. “Let’s make it unforgettable.”
Louis felt a pang of conflicting emotions. The allure of Lestat’s presence was undeniable, but the guilt and fear of what he was leaving behind were overwhelming. “I—” he began, but Lestat cut him off with a gentle but firm embrace.
“No more words,” Lestat said, his lips brushing against Louis’s ear. “Let’s just enjoy tonight. We can deal with tomorrow when it comes.”
Louis closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment. He knew that Lestat’s words were tempting, offering a chance to escape the complexities of his current life. But he also knew that he had to face the consequences of his actions and the people he cared about.
As Lestat’s hands roamed over his body, Louis found himself torn between the euphoria of the present and the looming reality of the future. For tonight, at least, he allowed himself to be lost in the sensation, savoring the heat and passion that Lestat provided.
★★★
Lily had been gone all day, and Lestat and Louis spent their time in the room Lily had given him, trying to see how many times exactly he could make Lestat cum, and if cum obsessed vampires could be overfed. “You’re heaven Louis,” Lestat had moaned as Louis' wet warm mouth found itself attached to his dick, going up and down, up and down as Louis sucked well past Lestat’s sensitive point. It was their last day together, and they were trying to get the best of it, and Louis had told himself repeatedly that it wasn’t cheating, if he spent his entire day sucking another’s man dick, because they were not doing anything more than that. The man was not sucking him off–though he had tried, and Louis had told him no, nor was the man fucking him, so therfore as it was just Louis quenching his hunger, it was not cheating, and could not be considered cheating.
“Do you think a dick can break from too much sucking?” Lestat asked as he patted Louis' head, and Louis made a distinct noise, one that could only be interpreted as ‘what’ followed by a chuckle against Lestat’s dick. “What, it’s a good question with how har-” Lestat let out a groan of pleasure, “You’re sucking it, i’m worried it’s going to fall off.” When Louis had tried to pull away from his dick, Lestat used his hard to softly tell him to keep going. “I didn’t say I wanted you to stop, I’m just saying that I worry my dick’s going to fall off with how hard you keep sucking,” He teased, before he released into Louis’s mouth, giving Louis his food.
Louis licked Lestat’s dick clean of any extra cum, before he pulled away, wiping his lips as he said: “Keep talking like that and I will castrate you.” He teased me.
“You promise?”
“On your grave, yes,” Louis chuckled.
“Then who are you going to feed on? ” Lestat had simply been joking along with Louis, it did not mean much, and it was not supposed to mean much, but Louis was freezing and his palms got sweaty, as he was thinking the same thing deep in his mind. Who will he feed on? He had forgotten that he had a boyfriend, that Armand existed, and that he wasn’t even supposed to be feeding from Lestat in the first place, and he groaned at how fucked up he was, how fucked up this entire situation was.
Lestat’s playful demeanor shifted as he noticed the change in Louis’s expression. “I fucked up, didn’t I?” he asked, his tone softer now, almost regretful. “Just forget I said that.”
But Louis couldn’t forget. The gravity of his situation pressed down on him, and he felt a deep sense of shame. He had crossed lines he shouldn’t have, and the ramifications were overwhelming. He had allowed himself to get swept up in the moment, forgetting his commitments and his own boundaries.
Unable to stay in the room any longer, Louis stood up abruptly. “I need to go,” he muttered, his voice tight with determination. Without waiting for Lestat’s response, he made his way to the bathroom, a reminder of the mess he had made.
Once inside the bathroom, Louis leaned heavily against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were haunted, and he felt a deep, gnawing regret. How had he allowed himself to be so reckless? How had he let this situation spiral so far out of control?
He splashed cold water on his face, hoping to clear his head and steady his emotions. As the coolness hit his skin, he was reminded of the reality he needed to face. He had to leave. He had to make things right, even if he didn’t know where to start.
★★★
When the time came for Louis to leave, he found himself alone in the front hallway of Lily’s home. Lestat was conspicuously absent, a choice that seemed to emphasize the finality of their parting. Instead, Lily enveloped him in a warm, heartfelt hug, her presence a stark contrast to the turmoil Louis felt inside.
“Take care of yourself,” Lily said softly, her eyes filled with genuine concern. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Louis forced a smile, hugging her back with a sincerity he didn’t fully feel. “Thank you, Lily. I hope you and Lestat have a wonderful life together,” he said, though deep down, he harbored doubts about their future. Lily deserved better, and Louis wished she could find someone who would appreciate her as much as she deserved and to set Lestat free. Free from what? Louis did not let himself linger much, as he walked away from Lily’s house, back to town, and back to Armand’s house.
When he arrived at Armand’s house, the atmosphere was charged with an intense mix of relief and lingering tension. Armand greeted him with open arms, his embrace warm and fervent. The kisses and apologies that followed were heartfelt, though Louis felt he didn’t quite deserve them.
“It’s alright, we both fucked up,” Louis said, his voice betraying a hint of the turmoil he felt. “I missed you.”
It was a lie, but it was one he needed to tell. He had missed Armand in the way one might miss a familiar but distant comfort. “I missed you a lot,” he said again, the words feeling hollow even as he spoke them.
Armand’s face softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and affection. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said. “We can work through this. We’ll figure it out.”
They both said nothing at first, until Armand nudged him, a small playful smile tugging at his lips, “Make up sex?”
“Make up sex,” Louis agreed with a smile, as he wrapped his hands around Armand’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss. His mind was still on Lestat and how his lips fitted Louis better, how his hands were perfect for Louis’s hands, and how in another world, perhaps Lestat would be his eternal boyfriend.