( Sequel to 'The Gentle Art of Betrayal' ) Beverley Lee [email protected] Disclaimer: This is a work of amateur, non-profit fiction and is not 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 full m/m sex, if that's not your scene, quit now, you have been warned. Spoilers up to, and including QotD. Dedication: To all my e-mail friends, you know who you are, thank you all for being there. I lit the candles and glanced around the room. Perfection. The covers on the bed were pulled back, the room was lit by the unearthly glow of a dozen virgin white candles, but would he come? I had flung down the gauntlet to him last night as he sat leaning against Armand's legs, dozing in the aftermath of the hunt, I had sent out my ultimatum. 'Care to finish what we started, tomorrow evening?' Now I waited. Louis was out prowling for food. This time I had told him of my intentions. Remarkably, he had taken it quite well, get him out of your system, Lestat, and make your conquest, he had told me simply, his eyes understanding. So there was no guilt, just a fear of being refused. I sat down on the bed, smoothing the covers with my fingers. Why was I here tonight? Just to fuck the most delectable vampire of this age or something more? I knew the reason; revenge. The sweet taste of revenge. This was for the searing pain you caused me when you threw me from the tower, and for keeping Louis from me all those years ago, when my soul cried out for his company. I hope I wound your heart tonight, boy demon. A movement in the shadows, a slight rush of air. I stood up and smiled. "Good evening, how kind of you to accept my invitation." He moved towards me, gracefully, how well he had adapted to his new form. Armand had taught him well. A shiver of delight ran through me as I realised that tonight he would be mine completely, no games, no deceit, just lust. I did not veil my thoughts. He picked them up and grinned sheepishly. Standing before me with his head cocked to one side, an impish grin on his face; dressed in the denim uniform of today's youth he stirred the very beast in me. To possess him would be a very sweet experience and one I meant to savour. I opened my arms to him and he willingly came, and I pulled him closer. No resistance. "Did you think I would refuse you, my Prince?" he whispered, deftly unfastening my shirt. I smoothed the wisps of hair from his forehead and caressed the back of his neck. He pushed his head back to increase the pressure of my fingers. "Lust is a heady emotion, and a deadly sin," he said, his voice low and hypnotic. His eyes were half shut; I could see the amethyst fire slowly kindling. I moved my fingers to his neck and began to massage him there. He caught hold of my hand, and playfully nipped the soft flesh at the base of my thumb. "I don't need much foreplay, Lestat. I could come just thinking of you fucking me." His eyes met mine and I marvelled at his honesty. I swallowed hard; his words released the hunger inside of me. I could feel my own erection straining against the rough fabric of my jeans. He ripped the shirt from my back, pausing for a moment as I freed my hands from the sleeves. He began to kiss my chest, licking my nipples until they were hard. His moist lips sent shivers down my spine, each stroke of his tongue like an icicle of fire. I struggled for control and lost. With a fierce cry I pushed him face first against the wall and tore the clothes from his body. The candles flickered in the draught, casting dancing shadows on his firm, smooth skin. Pressing my body to his I pulled his head back and growled, "No escape this time, Danny. Can you take it?" Not even Armand flying in on the wings of one of hells' angels could stop me now. I noticed with a smile that he was standing with his legs apart, a willing victim. I peeled off my jeans quickly, keeping the leather belt in my hands. Dropping to my knees, I ran my tongue over the skin of his buttocks. I heard him gasp as I firmly parted his cheeks and darted my tongue over that most delicate area of passion. Standing up I took the belt firmly in my hand and flicked the end sharply across his back; a gasp of surprise from Danny. "Begin your descent into hell, my child, and know that tonight you will belong body and soul to The Vampire Lestat." Again I flicked the belt, teasing his skin, and again, harder this time. The weals from the belt marked his pale skin, each kiss from the leather adding to his arousal. I ran my hand through his damp hair, the sound of his laboured breathing made me want him even more. "Beg for me to continue, Danny. Not that it matters, I just want to hear you plead." My voice was trembling with sexual longing. Danny's face was pressed against the wall. His reply came as a muffled cry. "I want youI want you inside of me, NOW!" His last word was a scream that accompanied the final thrash. I licked a few drops of blood from the edge of my belt; it tasted of leather and pain. I loved the sensation as it melted on my tongue. With one hand I picked up the small brown bottle standing on the bedside table and taking the cap off with my teeth I covered my fingers with its oily contents. "Face the wall!" I snapped as he turned his head. Then without warning or foreplay I inserted a finger inside of him. "Lestat.." he moaned loudly as he tensed against me. He was gloriously tight, and as I moved my finger inside him I could almost smell the unconditional need that arose from him. His body was shining with a faint blood sweat. I lapped at it as it gathered in the small of his back, glistening on the delicate hair that grew there. "On your knees against the bed." I ordered. He needed no other encouragement. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls in my hand, fondling him gently. He shuddered violently. "Now, Lestat, now," he murmured. He leant against the bed and grasped the covers tightly. "Not quite yet, Danny." I mused. I ran my fingers down between the damp crack in his buttocks. And this time with two fingers I entered him, exploring deep within, expertly playing him like a musical instrument. He was my violin, I was the bow, and the reckless cries of his pleasure were like music to my ears. The intimacy of my touch and the sounds of rapture from Danny brought back mortal memories of my first time with Nicki. The rats scurrying in the corner of the darkened room, their claws scratching the wooden floor, and the roughness of the straw against my skin, my hands clutching the empty wine bottle. Then the white hot pain as Nicki took me, his whispered words, 'My Lord, the Wolfkiller', and the burning pleasure of having him inside me. I remembered the sudden wetness and the realisation that I was bleeding, and then the rapture; another Golden Moment. "Lean back, my darling, I know it hurts but the pain always comes before the pleasure," I coaxed. Slowly he obeyed me but he stopped as the pressure of my fingers was obviously too painful. "All the way, Danny," I said softly and I forced him back against the harsh momentum of my fingers. A small whimper as I pulled his hair back and exposed his throat. The white soft flesh beckoned me and I shut my eyes tightly. Not yet, Lestat. "Please, Lestat.." His words came as a plea. I caught his eye as he said the words breathlessly. His pupils were dilated, his eyes glazed and wisps of hair clung wetly to his forehead. He was ravishing. I removed my fingers from him and delicately stroked the downy hair on the inside of his thighs. I was already wet with anticipation. I positioned myself over him and spread his legs further apart with my knees. He buried his face in the bed covers and tensed his body. I smiled devilishly before I plunged into him roughly. "Don't fight me, Danny," I whispered. "It hurts more when you fight, or do you enjoy that pain?" I ran my nails down his back drawing blood and then licking it from my fingers. "Can you bear the suffering before the ecstasy. Louis does," I whispered alluringly. A shudder of delight ran through him and I scanned his mind as he imagined Louis in the same position. A feather light touch on my shoulders, soft breathing in my ear and a heartbeat I knew so well. His arms were around me then as he spoke in a voice that was so elegantly seductive, the words of a song from my rock star career, "Fuck me softly, for you know I need the pain. Bleed me gently, before I go insane." "Louis, my love," I whispered. I saw him from the corner of my eye, his arm around a mortal boy of some 17 years of age. The boy was high on alcohol, his thick, dark gold hair dishevelled over his shoulders. I noticed a bite mark on his neck. Louis had already tasted his wares. Louis tried to take his arm away and the boy swayed dangerously. The boy laughed and moved forwards, collapsing on the bed in a fit of giggles. His shirt was unfastened, as was the zip on his PVC trousers. I gave Louis a look of amazement and he smiled innocently back at me, displaying one fang and looking totally delectable. Louis pulled the boy into his arms and whispered endearments to him in old colonial French, as the boy fumbled with the antique gold buttons on Louis' lace shirt. The boy peeled the shirt from Louis' body as I watched. I found it totally amazing that Louis could hold my attention whilst Danny writhed beneath me. Since the episode with Danny a few weeks earlier he was using his new found sexuality in everything he did, and he was driving me to a state of nearly permanent arousal. Deftly Louis removed his trousers and gazed at me. He took the ribbon from his hair and as it cascaded onto his shoulders in an ebony waterfall, I felt a low growl escape from my throat. Louis knelt down beside Danny and licked the blood sheen from his face. He moved round until they were face to face, body to body, their cocks pressed up against each other enticingly. "Didn't I warn you he was rough, Danny?" said Louis, a note of manipulation edging his softly spoken words. "Give yourself to him fully, abandon your reserve and let him make you scream." Louis' hand was on Danny now, stroking the end of his cock. Then he carefully inserted his sharp thumbnail into the moist opening. Danny cried out in feral abandonment. Louis smiled provocatively at me over Danny's shoulder and moved to the side. Louis' dazzling eyes were spiced with sexual hunger and I could see the reflection of the candle flame dancing within them, and his nostrils flared slightly; my making out with Danny was arousing him more than I could have imagined. As I pushed Danny back onto the bed I felt him open to me like the unfolding of the petals of a flower. He had surrendered finally, small sobs of distress drenched with rapture coming from his mouth. "Submission is one step from possession." I whispered to him, as triumphantly I sent out images of Danny's surrender to Armand. I would cope with his wrath later; I was living for the moment. And besides, I adored Armand when he was angry. He was like an eagle with ruffled feathers, beautiful with a deadly bite. The hair on the back of Danny's neck was stained with blood sweat. Would I change the fair ash-blond for auburn curls? I let my senses go into overload. I could hear the wax as it melted and slowly ran down the candles. I smelt the wild lust tinged with fear from Danny, and I saw myself mirrored in Louis' clear, jewel like eyes as I plunged into Armand's child, each stroke making him mine more completely. All this time the boy had been watching. He had removed his clothes and was content to be a voyeur. Louis held out his hand and beckoned to the boy to join him. He slid from the bed and into Louis' arms. I could smell his passion as Louis French kissed him slowly, his adrenalin pumping through his veins. All the boys' inhibitions were lost in the haze of alcohol that clouded his reason. Louis motioned for the boy to turn around and then he pressed his body tightly against the boy's back. He groaned out loud as Louis ran a finger down his body and took hold of his erect cock. With his other hand Louis took a firm hold of his neck and pulled his head back. It was spellbinding to watch Louis, a master of the vampire act. I heard his fangs slice cleanly into the boys throat. A stream of crimson ran slowly down the boy's chest and dripped onto the polished wooden floor. The scent of the blood drove me to my climax and I released myself into Danny with a sharp cry of conquest. Roughly, Louis entered the boy, relinquishing his hold on the boy's neck. The boy winced in pain as Louis drove deeper, dominating him completely. Louis' mouth was smeared with blood; he made no move to wipe it off. His fangs gleamed in the candlelight as the boy cried out beneath him. Leaning across I wiped the blood from his mouth with my fingers. Danny took my hand and guided my fingers to his mouth, sucking the blood from them hungrily. His eyes were gleaming thirstily and I realised he had not fed before he came to me. The boy was now sobbing uncontrollably; the drink had overcome him finally. A blessing really, for he was surrounded by a trio of vampires who were to show him no mercy. Lovingly Danny swept the boy's damp hair from his neck. He stroked his throat slowly, Danny's eyes met Louis', and they exchanged silent words. Danny took hold of the boy's slender wrist and offered it to me with a calculating smile. Louis threw his head back in a frenzy of excitement as Danny viciously tore into the sweet white flesh of the boy's throat, rapidly satisfying his other hunger. I allowed myself the luxury of watching Louis climax before I severed the main vein in the boy's wrist, gasping as the hot metallic taste hit my tongue and he lapsed into unconsciousness. In the glow of the rapidly dimming candlelight I drank his death, full of youth's sweet dreams, with a sigh. Danny and Louis were cradled in each other's arms, Danny's head resting on Louis' chest, Louis languidly running his fingers through Danny's baby soft hair. A look of contentment graced both their faces. What a splendid sight we made, three immortals living death as it was meant to be, exploring the night with everything our heightened senses had to offer, and unafraid of losing control. ??
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