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meant to infringe on the copyrights of Anne Rice or her publishers. The story 
is mine, anyone who tampers with it, or tries to pass it on, without my 
permission, remember I know where you lie! Warning-This spec contains sexual 
acts between two consenting vampires of the same sex, if that's not your scene, 
quit now. Spoilers I guess, to the end of TotBT. Dedication-This spec is 
dedicated to all you guys on these boards for making my life a whole lot 
richer. 
By Beverley Lee
[email protected] I saw him the moment I entered the bar, 
sitting in a corner alcove, absentmindedly turning his glass around in his 
elegant fingers, watching the ice cubes float in the amber liquid. Southern 
Comfort, I guessed. What else would you drink on Bourbon Street? Checking my 
reflection in the mirrors behind the bar I eased my way through the crowd. He 
knew I was approaching but didn't raise his eyes until I was standing by the 
table. "Lestat, how are things?" he enquired politely. Treading on eggshells, 
Daniel, why? "Things," I replied," are very good indeed." I flashed him my most 
charming smile. This seemed to have a calming effect on him, he relaxed 
visibly. "May I sit down?" He moved along the seat, creating an empty space. 
The waitress appeared and placed an ice-cold bottle of beer in front of me. I 
gave her a $5 note, stating no change. I didn't want any interruptions. "Did 
you and Armand have an argument?" I asked him. "No, nothing like that. There's 
only so much digging about in ancient relics a guy can take." He grinned 
sheepishly. "Of course, David is there too." I instantly understood. Visions of 
Armand and David enthusing for hours about a Renaissance painting. Poor Daniel, 
he was just a 20th century boy. And quite delectable, I pondered.. I watched as 
he moved his lips in time to the words of U2, strumming his fingers on the 
table, his pale hair glowing, almost white under the lights. Armand's only 
child and Armand was thousands of miles away in a dusty cellar with David. Not 
that David wasn't beautiful too. Of course he was, I made him. The tempo of the 
music changed, a haunting ballad. "Dance?" Daniel stood up and reached out his 
hand, his eyes locked into mine, dazzling orbs of amethyst light. I took his 
hand and he led me onto the dance floor. Shocked is not an emotion I am used to 
feeling, but at this moment in time, it summed up my feelings completely. The 
music was soft, seductive, it wrapped itself around us as we moved into each 
other's arms. Daniel pulled me closer and now we were together, our bodies 
pressed tightly as the dance floor filled with other couples. This was a gay 
bar, so our togetherness provoked nothing more than jealous glances. Daniel's 
hands found their way under my leather waistcoat, just a thin cotton covering 
between them and my skin. "You're very forward," I whispered into his ear, 
noting the way his hair curled into the nape of his slender neck. "I like your 
company, Lestat," he replied. "Why take all night when we both know why we 
agreed to meet?" His honesty impressed me. "Armand will have me burnt at the 
stake if I molest his precious fledgling." I ran my lips softly over his cheek. 
I heard him gasp. "I believe you have someone at home, a few blocks away from 
here, who will be none too pleased to see us together like this?" Daniel said. 
"At least Armand is on the other side of the world." Louis for the first time 
tonight I thought of him. He had declined Daniel's invitation, preferring 
instead to watch a re-run of an old film on T.V. Louis would never have been 
seen in this bar, would never have made the first move, he shied away from 
mortal crowds. But in my arms tonight was this new born vampire of the times, 
my dark brother Armands' child, and the way he was pressing his hips into mine 
and digging his fingers into my back I knew he was more than willing. The music 
faded out gently, Daniel pulled away slightly. "Come on, let's hunt, I'm 
starving!" The look on my face stopped him in his tracks. "Lestat?" A faint 
frown creased his face, his skin was still mobile, still human, the marble 
visage of the older vampires was a long way ahead of him. I slipped my arm 
through his as we headed for the door. "I'm just used to hunting alone," I 
answered. "Louis is not one who enjoys company at his meal table." Daniel 
nodded, understanding immediately. It was a clear, beautiful night, myriads of 
stars twinkled above us like tiny ice chippings on a black velvet carpet. 
Quickly we made our way to the edge of the Quarter, Daniel's face held an air 
of expectation, and his lovely eyes were gleaming fiercely. I could hear his 
heartbeat quicken as we slipped into an alley on Esplanade. It wasn't long 
before dinner arrived in the shape of a young boy about 18 years of age, a 
native of New Orleans, taking a short cut all the tourists are warned against. 
His mind was full of a recent disagreement with his flatmates; he had come out 
to clear his head. Bad move. I stayed in the shadows watching as Daniel stepped 
out in front of him. The boy jumped back in fright and then as his eyes met 
Daniel's the colour visibly drained from his face, his mouth fell open, his 
body seemed paralysed. Daniel had obviously decided to introduce himself in the 
true manner of the vampire myth. His fangs were bared and he snarled at the 
boy, "Welcome to your worst nightmare." In a split second he had the victim 
pinned by his throat against the alley wall. "Dinner is served, my Prince," he 
said, as I stepped out from the shadows. The boy uttered a guttural moan as he 
realised there were two of us. I watched fascinated as Daniel severed the boys' 
jugular with one bite. Immediately the scent of the blood hit me like a tidal 
wave. Daniel's mouth was over the wound and I could almost feel the sensation 
as the hot elixir pumped into his mouth. Then he held out his hand and pulled 
me towards the boy. I lowered my head to the boys' neck and as Daniel broke 
free I closed my mouth on the still pumping wound. As the blood filled my mouth 
I had my eyes on Daniel who was leaning against the wall with the most 
contented expression on his face. This cat had had his cream. The boy's death 
was quick, I think he died of fright. My appetite was satisfied as I had fed 
earlier on in the evening. Quickly we disposed of his body in the murky depths 
of the Mississippi, it would not be found for weeks and by then no one would 
know how he had died. The streets were almost deserted as we cut through the 
Old French Market, I knew our steps were leading us to Royale and my town 
house. I also knew that this was when Louis went to feed, the house would be 
empty. A question was burning away in the back of my mind, 'Why are you taking 
him back to the house you share with Louis?' And the answer came back each time 
as loud and clear as a bell, 'Because you want to, Lestat, that's why, and 
isn't it a little exciting that maybe you might be discovered?' I pushed this 
thought away. God and the Devil help me if Louis found me in Daniel's arms. The 
house was in complete darkness; I scanned for signs of life, only finding Mojo 
asleep by the back entrance. Dear Mojo, it's a good thing you cannot talk. "You 
have a beautiful home," Daniel said, as we entered the drawing room. He walked 
silently across to the window overlooking the patio, pulling the lace curtains 
aside, he seemed to scan the darkness. "Let's go outside, Lestat. I want to 
feel the night air on my face." He raised his eyes, looking at me with a 
strange expression on his face. I went to him, putting my arm around his 
shoulder. "Something bothering you, Danny?" I asked. "No." He rested his head 
on my chest. "I can't quite believe I'm here with you. The Vampire Lestat, all 
mine tonight." He ran his fingers softly over my cheek. I shivered in 
anticipation of the nights' sport. "No regrets, Lestat, what we do tonight is 
to live for the moment." As our lips touched I felt him tremble, his skin still 
warm from the kill. Daniel, the forbidden fruit, and mine for the taking. I ran 
my tongue over his lips. They tasted slightly salty, a remnant of our midnight 
feast. I could feel my desire for him rising. "This is pure lust, my child," I 
murmured. "Pure physical, animal attraction. You are delicious." Again I licked 
his lips. He seemed frozen; his voice came in a whisper. "And you're such a 
beautiful beast." His arms were around me then, his hands roughly tangled in my 
hair, but the pain was like a drug. "Outside," he panted. "I want you outside!" 
I gathered him up in my arms and was through the back entrance in seconds, Mojo 
sleepily wagging his tail as we passed. Putting him down on the rough-hewn 
stones, I thought I sensed a presence. I held my breath. Nothing. Just the 
sweet, warm air moving the magnolia trees. "Now, where were we?" I questioned, 
a wicked smile on my face. Daniel was standing by the wrought iron rail that 
ran up the side of the house, to the upper balcony. "Come and get me," he 
growled, his eyes smouldering like embers. Needing no other invitation I 
approached him menacingly. I made my face emotionless. "You're playing with 
fire, Danny, and vampires shouldn't get burnt." My need for him was growing; 
the ache in my groin had become urgent. Steady, Lestat, you're not thinking 
straight tonight. Pressing him against the railing I ran my hand up the inside 
of his thigh, stopping before I reached the top. His breathing was coming in 
short bursts; his eyes had a deeper shade to them, almost violet. I felt his 
hands unfastening the front of my shirt, then the belt on my jeans. I groaned 
outloud. This was one hell of a roller coaster ride. I kissed him again. 
Immediately he opened his mouth, inviting my tongue to explore. I could feel 
the points of his fangs grazing my tongue as our passion increased. He had one 
of my hands in his, and he had turned and pushed my back into the railings. Why 
Danny, you want to be the dominant one tonight, does Armand let you take the 
lead? Suddenly I felt a cold bracelet encircle my wrist and in a second a sharp 
click. Daniel pulled away. I found I had been handcuffed to the railing. "This 
is the start of my game, Lestat, do you still want to play?" His voice was 
rough. I knew I could free myself if I wanted to, but how would I explain to 
Louis how I had wrecked the railing? No, I wanted to play this game as well. He 
stood before me, glorious in his passion, his face flushed, his hands on his 
hips. The night breeze played with his hair. Baby hair, so pale and soft. "You 
do realise, Mr. Molloy," I told him. "That when I'm free from here I'm going to 
fuck you senseless." I flashed him my most alluring smile. "That I am in no 
doubt about, Monsieur de Lioncourt!" He laughed. "But first." He produced a 
black scarf from his jacket pocket. "We're playing my rules, yes?" I let him 
blindfold me without uttering a word. My mind had gone into overdrive. If these 
were the kind of games he played with Armand? I was stunned. But I knew from 
Armand, that when Daniel was mortal, Armand had made him act out sex with men 
and women, so I knew Daniel was very much a child of the sexual revolution. I 
felt a twinge of jealousy, how warm my nights would be if my dark angel were so 
bold. "Don't say a word, my Lord," he whispered in my ear. "Death is for 
living, and there's so much to drink of." The scent of blood. Then his wrist 
against my mouth. Temptation, and I took it. "Slowly, slowly," he soothed. I 
relented a little, my senses were swimming, and the act of being blindfolded 
had heightened them all to a point where I felt like I was drowning. I felt his 
other hand on the zip of my jeans. Then he slid his hand inside. Gently he took 
me in his hand, stroking me to a full erection. He pulled his wrist away from 
me, and I hungrily licked the remnants of his blood from my lips. I knew he had 
knelt on the ground before me, he had freed me from my clothes and was running 
his hands expertly up and down my throbbing organ. "Danny," I moaned, almost 
losing my voice I was so aroused. "For once in your life, Lestat, quit talking 
and enjoy the ride." Then his lips were around me, hot and moist, he ran his 
tongue down the length of my organ. I had started to move my hips in motion 
with his foreplay. I threw my head back in ecstasy, hitting it on the wall, a 
sharp pain to add to my arousal. I lost all track of time; it could have been 
seconds or hours that passed, every time I thought I must reach my climax, he 
held me back. Playing the submissive, I mused had certain advantages. I 
clenched my teeth as his fangs dug a little too sharply into the tender skin of 
my groin. Suddenly I realised that I had to be in control. "Daniel, a moment," 
I said breathlessly. "Now we play by my rules, take off the blindfold." I hope 
you can deal with pain Danny, because my need is so strong, there will be no 
foreplay. I felt his hands unfasten the scarf, the fabric slipped from my face 
and I found myself looking into two glowing emerald eyes. Daniel was sitting on 
the old trough at the edge of the patio, a rueful grin on his face. But if 
Daniel was there, then, oh sweet fires of hell, it was Louis who had just given 
me the most expert head I had experienced in a long time! I tried desperately 
to think of a plausible explanation, but what could I say? If Louis chose to 
leave me now I could not blame him. A lump had formed in my throat as I 
nervously raised my eyes to his, expecting the venom to meet me razor sharp. 
Louis had turned his back to me, I knew Daniel and he were communicating 
silently. My mind was too confused to try and read Daniel's' mind. It puzzled 
me that Louis had shown no anger towards Daniel, but then Louis could always 
control his emotions when he wanted to. David's influence, I suspected. He 
turned around, folded his arms and looked at me. My God he was stunning 
tonight. His recently washed hair fell waiflike around his shoulders and he had 
dressed in a pair of black leather trousers with lace up sides, black ankle 
boots and a soft white silk shirt, which accentuated his colouring. If ever an 
angel walked on this earth, it was my beloved Louis. I watched spellbound, as 
Louis approached Daniel. His slow, seductive walk held us both enthralled. 
Raising Daniel's face with one hand, he slowly ran the back of his fingers 
along Daniel's cheek, caressing it lovingly. Louis turned to me, shooting me an 
expression of pure lust before he lowered his lips to Daniel's and kissed him 
very gently. Still with his eyes on me his kiss became deeper, more wanting. A 
low groan escaped Daniel's lips and I knew he was at the edge of surrender, and 
about to fall. "Louis, for heavens sake!" I yelled jealously. Breaking the 
kiss, Louis retorted, "So it's perfectly justified for you to cheat on me 
Lestat, but when the tables are turned." He paused, "Do you remember, one night 
last week you accused me of being boring, staid and frigid, I think was a word 
you used?" Flashbacks of that night.. it had been a terrible argument, started 
over nothing of any importance, and heated words between us, ending in Louis 
storming out and not returning for two nights. I had been frantic. "I went to 
Daniel that night, Lestat," Louis confessed. "We had an interesting 
conversation concerning our vampire makers. Daniel convinced me I could prove 
to you that I wasn't boring." He emphasised the last word. "Did I surprise you, 
my love?" Louis chided. I admitted defeat. "Louis, you have astounded me. I 
promise I will never call you boring again." I felt the colour rise to my 
cheeks, in the game of one-upmanship Louis had triumphed. I did not like being 
beaten. I wrenched my hand free, tearing the iron railing viciously. Adjusting 
my clothing, I licked my wrist where the handcuff had made an angry red gash. 
"So all this was a test, Louis?" I was finding it hard to believe that he could 
have thought of such a scheme. "You could say that. But I knew Daniel would 
seduce you. I just wanted to see the look on your face when I took the 
blindfold off," he added with a grin. My heart turned over. "You are 
incorrigible," I said. "That's a Lestat word." "But you earned it tonight, 
Wicked One," I answered. A movement in the shadows. "Daniel, don't you dare try 
to slink off!" I ordered. He looked at me sheepishly, exchanging a quick smile 
with Louis. "I'll wait for you inside," Louis said softly. I waited until I 
heard Mojo's joyful cry, then I knew we were alone. "It seems that I 
underestimated you, Danny," I stated. "The hardest part was blocking my mind to 
you." Again, that smile, how had Armand managed to wait years for him? "As I 
recall, reading your mind was not one of my priorities," I grinned. "I guess 
you could say I got full marks in this charade," his eyes met mine. I moved 
closer to him. "Is that all it was, Danny?" I couldn't stop the hurt in my 
voice. Daniel put his arms around my shoulders and embraced me. "No, Lestat, it 
was a game at first, but then the game intensified and I knew I had two 
choices. To quit and confess the whole scheme, or go with my feelings" he 
paused. "How far would you have gone?" I questioned. I had to know. If Louis 
had not been there, how far would this pretence have gone? Daniel pulled me 
closer and whispered, "All the way, Lestat." My heart missed a beat. "I found 
you irresistible. The thought of making love with you was the greatest 
temptation." "Another time, another century?" I asked, smiling; my pride had 
been restored a little. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, softly. "Will you 
tell Armand?" "Probably. We don't harbour many secrets." Armand's reaction 
would be interesting to witness. I made a mental note to tread carefully next 
time we met. "Goodnight, Lestat." Daniel kissed my cheek chastely. I watched 
him gracefully leap onto the wall and disappear silently into the darkness. 
Slightly wearily I made my way into the house, and up the stairway, crossing 
the darkened landing. I pushed open the door to my bedroom. The whole room was 
bathed in candlelight. At least a dozen candles, some perfumed, were burning, 
illuminating the room with soft, and flickering shadows. The white, cotton 
sheets on the antique four poster bed had been pulled back invitingly. Sitting 
on the window ledge he was a breathtaking image. The candlelight played on his 
skin; his eyes were so trusting, so sorrowful. I opened my arms to him. He 
almost threw himself against me; we held each other tightly. I kissed his hair, 
his face, a lump had formed in my throat and I tried very hard to force the 
tears back. "I love you, Louis," I whispered. "Please remind me of that when 
I'm such a bastard." "Let's go to bed," he said simply. We lay down together, 
contented in each other's arms. "I thought I'd gone too far when I saw you with 
Daniel," Louis said, as I nuzzled into his neck. "You seemed so right together. 
Your passion was very arousing." A wicked smile lit up his face. "Why, Louis, 
don't tell me you have become a voyeur?" I teased him. "But I'm not boring?" he 
challenged. "And certainly not frigid," I said, as I slid my body on top of 
his. His body felt so right beneath mine. I knew the curves of him intimately, 
but the feel of him never failed to thrill me. "Do you think Daniel will be 
alright?" Louis said, a look of concern on his adorable face. I grinned. "Shall 
I go invite him to join us?" Louis rolled his eyes and playfully nipped me on 
the neck. "I think we've both learned valuable lessons tonight." Louis said, 
suddenly serious. "Louis," I said softly, as a wave of self doubt ran through 
me. "Do you really love me?" Sometimes I could not believe his unquestionable 
devotion. He answered me with a voice that was a little unsteady. "You are 
reckless, arrogant and stubborn, but loving someone with all your heart means 
accepting their faults," he paused. "We are two sides of a coin, Lestat, one 
cannot be without the other, they are moulded together forever. Fate flipped us 
together all those decades ago. We have been spinning in eternal darkness ever 
since, but a coin can always catch any ray of light that penetrates the dark. 
Your love is that light." I buried my face in his hair so he would not see the 
tears in my eyes. A devil I may be, but I had been truly blessed with the love 
of this exquisite creature, my beloved companion, my demon with the grace of an 
angel. And mine for eternity.  This gorgeous picture was drawn by Claudia 
Thoma. To see it in full size, click on the picture. Please do send her 
feedback on it. She would greatly appreciate it. 
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