From the Grave.
Athena, January, 2000
Warnings: m/m sexual situations, violence, angst, death of a character.

Spoilers:  All the chronicles.

Disclaimer:  You know the drill, they belong to someone who will not be
mentioned here, except for Shane, who is mine.
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I wish I had never set eyes on them, the blonde-haired one called Lestat and
his consort, the green-eyed Louis.  I tell you my story as a warning to
everyone to stay clear of "The Raven", the nightclub on Main Street.  It was
there that I first laid eyes on them, as they danced, or should I say,
writhed together, on the dance floor.

Such beauties.

But perhaps I should introduce myself first.  My name is Shane, and I am
dead.    Well at least I presume I am dead. the lovely young man who is
typing this for me, says that I am a ghost.  I don't feel dead, just kind of
disembodied, in a dream like state.  I can communicate, albeit on an astral
level with him.  Maybe I will be around just long enough to put these words
on the computer for you all to read.    Then, where I go from there...who
knows?

Back to my story,

I am...well, I was, 19 years old, and a little innocent, some might say.  I
understood my sexuality, in that I lusted after men, not women, but I didn't
understand the world.   I was new to the city of New Orleans, having lived
all my life in a small country town.  I was sick of being ostracised for
what I was.  Nobody seemed to care about, who I was, which is why I finally
left their bigoted and small minds behind.

New Orleans, beckoned.  I loved it's music, the stories I had read about the
place, and believed that I would be able to make a life for myself.  All I
did was make my death.  I am not bitter, just sad and a lot wiser, but it
doesn't help me now.

I had only been in town for a week, having finally found a small apartment
to share with Kain, who is the one doing the typing now.  He is a little
more worldly wise, two years older than me, and straight.  He thought it
would make for an easier co-habitation if neither of us were attracted to
the other.  Kain was quiet, neat and tidy and worked in an office as a
computer programmer.  He was in fact, slightly boring (sorry Kain).  But I
liked him.  He was pleasant to look at, kept to himself and could cook.

I spent two days getting settled, then the next five trying to find a job.
My skills were limited, having only worked in a record store and a fast food
outlet, since I had left school at 17.  Consequently all that was on offer
were menial jobs, such as dish washing and waiting on tables.    That was
how I came to be in "The Raven", that night.

I was collecting empty glasses from the tables, when I saw them in a dark
corner, holding hands and talking.  I found myself staring, and the
blond-one,  looked up and smiled at me.  My knees actually went weak and I
thought I was going to crumple to the ground.   By the time I had composed
myself, he was laughing at me, his strange sparkling eyes glinting off the
lamp on their table.

The green-eyed one,  had looked up then as well, wondering why his friend
was laughing and frowned slightly, when he saw me shivering and sweating
with embarrassment.   I saw him nudge blondie in the ribs and  I was sure,
he had berated him for upsetting me.  I liked him straight away, with his
curly black hair, pale skin and kindly smile.  I think he winked at me, but
I couldn't be sure.  Perhaps I just wished he had winked at me.

I scurried back to the kitchen with my rattling tray of glasses and washed
furiously.  As soon as the sink was empty, I rushed back out into the club
again, hoping for another glimpse of them.  Their little corner was empty,
and I let out a sigh, but then I heard a strange whisper in my head.  It
sounded like someone saying my name...I spun about and saw them on the dance
floor.

God!  If I had thought them attractive sitting down in the dark, then what I
saw of them on the dance floor, blew me away.  They were both well built,
the blonde one a little heavier, with more defined muscles, but the
dark-haired one, was perfect.  Well the sort of perfect that had my crotch
tingling with desire.   His hair had fallen free from its tie, and his
clinging white shirt had opened to reveal his pale, hair-free chest.  I
could see small beads of sweat forming on the base of his throat, which in
the light had a strange pinkish tinge.  His body was moving delectably to
the slow music, his slim hips and perfectly rounded arse were swaying
gently.  I clutched onto the table in front of me and tried to slow my
breathing.

The blond-haired one, bent his head seductively, and from where I was
standing it looked as though he were sucking at the other's throat.  Louis,
(I will call them by their names now, even though at the time I didn't know
them), suddenly shuddered and arched his back  God!. I swear I heard him
moaning over the music.  His whole body had gone stiff, then he pushed
Lestat away from him.  Lestat was wiping his mouth and laughing , his whole
face lit up with a mischievous and cheeky grin.  He glanced over at me
again.

Louis grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him off the floor. I thought they
were leaving, but when I came back for some more glasses I caught a glimpse
of Lestat's firm thighs and backside wriggling about in the shadows.
Carefully I moved closer for a better look.
 

Part 2

I didn't know if they were aware of me, but to be honest, at that point in
time, and the way my body was feeling, (you know, all tingly, a tightening
in the crotch etc.,) I didn't care.  The music was deafening as I drew
closer,  they were right beside the speakers.  I slithered into a cubicle,
hiding myself in the dark, tried to reduce my breathing to a minimum and
peeked around the corner.

Lestat had Louis up against the wall, holding his wrists tightly at his
side, and was grinding his lower body, against him.  Louis had his eyes
closed, his mouth was slack and he was whimpering, slightly every so often,
then clenching his teeth.  I was ashamed of myself for watching them, but at
the same time,  was so aroused that I couldn't move any way.

I watched as Lestat let go of one of Louis' wrists and slithered his free
hand up inside  his shirt, ripping the fabric.  He was pinching his nipples,
mercilessly and laughing to himself as he did so.  He was a beast, pure and
simple, but sensual and alluring at the same time.  Louis tried to wriggle
out of his grasp, but Lestat appeared to be much stronger.   All the time
Lestat was grinding his hips against Louis, thrusting, parodying the sexual
act.  My fingers slipped down to my own crotch, which I rubbed furiously.  I
was in pain...I needed release, but it wasn't going to happen.

I heard a desperate gasp then a deep guttural groan and my hands sprang up
from their insatiable probings and clutched at the side of the table.   I
was almost afraid to look, but seemingly of its own volition, my head peered
around the end of the cubicle.  Lestat had his head buried in Louis' neck
and appeared to be biting him.  A strangled moan escaped my lips as I tried
to stifle it with my hand.  Too late, Lestat had heard me and  snapped his
head up.  In horror I could see blood dribbling slowly down his chin, his
long pink tongue darting out to lick it up.

I tried to scrabble out of the cubicle and flee, but my heart was pounding
so hard and my legs were shaking so rapidly that movement was impossible.  I
fell to the floor, trying to crawl under the table, but strong hands pulled
me out.   "Nooooo," I cried, as I felt myself being lifted up into the air.
I was face to face with a wondrous demon,  who was staring at me with an
expression I couldn't quite fathom.  He was beyond handsome, with a
perfectly formed nose, exquisitely sensuous lips, high cheek bones, intense
grey eyes and... fangs.   I think I fainted dead away for a couple of
seconds, for when I came to, they were both looking down at me on the floor.

"What...who...shit...fuck...leave me alone....don't hurt me.  Dear God, I'm
gonna die."  I knew I was acting like a baby, flinging my arms about my
face, trying not to wet myself, but I couldn't help it.  He had fangs God
damnit.  Sharp ferocious fangs, that still had blood on them.

"Shhhh, calm down, it's OK, we're not going to hurt you."  Louis was
kneeling next to me and was lifting me gently upright.

"He's some kind of monster, don't you realise that?  He's got fangs."

Louis laughed softly, a sound that was melodic, like liquid honey dripping
out of his lips.  Oh God, those lips...I could drown in their splendour.
Where did these creatures come from?

"What are you?" I asked again, with a trembling voice.

"Just men, like you." Louis answered me.  But I didn't believe him.  Up
close their skin was the colour of alabaster, with a shine to it.  I could
see the ribbons of their veins running just below the surface.  No-body was
that white, not even prisoners who had been in solitary confinement for 10
years.

"No, you're not." I stated vehemently.

'Oh, but we are," Lestat crooned to me, his eyes flickering from grey to
blue, his voice strong, mesmerising.  I felt calm, at ease, peaceful.  "Of
course," I heard myself answering him, dreamily, "of course you are.  How
stupid of me.  I'm sorry I was staring at you."

Lestat's expression changed, from slightly amused to devious, and Louis
looked at him fearfully.  "Lestat, what are you thinking?"
 

Part 3

I found myself being held firmly against the wall, my hands in a similar
position to that of Louis, earlier.  I was beyond afraid.  Droplets of
perspiration were dripping down the sides of my face and wetting my shirt.
I tried to cry out, but my voice had disappeared, along with any semblance
of pride.  I could feel my lips moving, my throat constricting as I tried to
beg him to let me go.

"Relax, Shane,"  I just want to show you something.  You were trying to spy
on us after all."

How did he know my name?  I don't remember telling him?  Can he read my
bloody mind now?  My mind was screaming, my thoughts were in complete
turmoil.   I tried to turn my head to the side, as his eyes seemed to be
piercing into my head, burning my soul.

"Leave him, Lestat."  I heard Louis speaking to him softly, his voice like a
soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

'Pl...please..."I managed to finally stutter.

'Please what?" Lestat whispered into my ear."Do you want to see some more?"

"Wh...what do you mean?"

In my agitation I tried to squirm out of his hold,  but as I glanced down I
saw him pull his belt out of his trousers.  "Oh God, don't hurt me, please."
He chuckled, and with a deft movement had my hands tied tightly behind my
back, then hitched onto the knob at the end of the cubicle.    I could move
about, but couldn't get away.  I looked at Lestat.  "You were watching us."
He smirked. "It was turning you on, wasn't it?  Which one of us were you
lusting after?"

I coughed in my embarrassment and tried to avert my eyes.  Lestat put his
hand gently under my chin and peered into my face.  He smiled slightly.
"Ah, Louis!" he exclaimed, and winked at his companion who seemed just as
embarrassed as I was.

"Would you like to see what a *real* orgasm is like, young one?  Not just
the brief moment of passion with mortal sex, but real ecstasy."

I didn't understand what he was saying.  Mortal sex!  What did he mean?

"Ah ha!  You don't understand do you?  Well let me show you."

He grabbed Louis  and pushed him firmly up against the wall, further into
the shadows and began to molest him again with his skilful hands.  "Lestat,
no, not here."

"I want our young friend to see, Louis.  To understand."

'I said, not here." Louis snarled at him.  "What are you playing at anyway?
Why can't you just leave him be?"

"I can't, mon amour.  You know that, as well as I do.  He's seen what we
are, he has an inkling of our true natures.  You know we cannot let him go."

"I didn't mean that, Lestat.  I just want you to stop playing with him.  Let
me take him out into the alley and finish it.  Stop your cruel game."

Finish it??  What the hell were they talking about?  Were they going to kill
me?  I tried to scream, hoping that the few patrons who were left in the
club could hear me over the noise of the music.  Only a high pitched squeak
came out, before I felt my mouth being stuffed with something, soft and
silky.  I felt like I was going to gag.

"Lestat, please, don't be a beast." Louis was shoving him away from me and
looked at me sadly.  He pushed my hair out of my eyes.  "He's sweet and good
looking, and so young.  Let me take him, please?"

Oh God, yes, let him take me.  If I was going to die, then let it be at his
hand, the Adonis before me, with the beseeching green eyes and tender touch.

"No, no, no, young one.  I want you to see what it's like.  Louis, stop
being a party pooper and help me escort Shane out of the club."

They untied my hands, and between them held me tightly as I was walked
slowly past the dance floor and out the front door.  It was skilfully done,
no one seemed to notice my terror.  Perhaps Lestat had mesmerised them all.
I found myself being bundled into a very sleek black sport's car, and driven
to an extremely up-market apartment, replete with luxurious furniture and up
to date electronic equipment.

Well, I thought.  If I am going to die, I am at least going to do it in
style.  I heard Lestat snicker behind me.  Dammit, I wished he would stop
listening to my thoughts.

I was led into their opulent living room and Lestat flicked on some relaxing
music.  Well, I suppose it was meant to relax them, not me, for I was still
a bundle of nerves.    Then I was made to lead them up the stairs to another
room, which turned out to be the largest, most sumptuously furnished bedroom
I had ever laid eyes on.  The bed was bigger than King Size, covered in
downy quilts of embroidered silk, in hues of gold and burgundy, and the art
work on the walls looked original.

"They are," Lestat said quietly.  "Do you like my Monet?  Not even the
Louvre knows of it's existence.   He was a personal friend of mine,
actually."

I almost snickered at his comment, but from the look of disdain on his face
at my reaction, I thought better of it.   Louis seemed ill at ease and I
looked at him with a  begging expression.  He shrugged his shoulders and
looked down at the floor.  It was at that moment that I realised he was just
as much a slave to Lestat's lascivious whims, as I was.

My clothes were stripped from my body and I was bound again by the hands, to
the end of the bed.  I was mortified and felt myself blushing furiously.
Louis couldn't look me in the face, but Lestat looked me all over, with his
hands as well as his eyes.   His hands were cold and silken to the touch, as
he let them wander from my bare shoulders, down my back to my buttocks, then
cupped my balls firmly for a few seconds.  I let out a squawk, and tried to
move away from his ministrations, but he brought his other hand around to my
chest and held me firmly.  When he touched my penis I thought I would die.
It grew so quickly as I looked down at it, and this brought another snicker
from my molester.

He stepped away from me and turned his attention to Louis, who looked as
though he was trying to make himself as small as possible.  "Now, Louis,
take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."

Part 4

There was a stand off for about three minutes, as Louis glared at Lestat and
Lestat glared back.  I swear that neither of them blinked or even breathed
as they were sussing each other out.   I was beginning to wonder if they had
gone into some kind of a trance when I heard a deep growl, that sounded more
like it came from a lion or a bear.  I jumped in fright and Louis winced
slightly, then backed away from the bed.

"Louis, what's the matter with you?   I asked you to get undressed.  Do you
want me to do it for you?"

"What do you think I am, Lestat?  I'm not undressing in front of this poor
boy."

"So you are saying you won't do it voluntarily, then?"

Louis nodded and backed away even more so that he was touching the wall
behind him.  "Not at *all*, Lestat, now leave me alone."

Lestat growled again and pounced at Louis, grabbing him by the shoulders and
looking right into his eyes, their noses touching.  "So you are saying,
Louis, that you want me to undress you.  Is that right?"

Louis snarled at him through clenched teeth and I couldn't quite hear what
he said, but I got the gist of it.  Lestat chuckled out loud, his roaring
laughter drowning out the music coming from the room downstairs and began to
rip his shirt.   Louis tried to squirm out of his  hold and push him away,
but this only made Lestat work harder at his task.  He flicked out his
leather belt, yanked down his jeans in a flick of his wrist, then pulled his
shoes and all off in one final tug.  What stood before me was an Adonis,
with a finely muscled chest, perfectly flat stomach, slender hips and
muscled thighs.  He was quivering with anger and embarrassment, which only
added to his appeal.  I could have ravished him on the spot.

Lestat's head whipped around and he grinned at me.  "That can be arranged,
young one.  But do you think you could handle him?"

I couldn't even manage a mumbled reply, as my throat had constricted again.
I shook my head and tried to hide my naked body as much as I could behind
the end of the bedstead.  Lestat's hand grabbed me and pulled me out into
full view.  "What are you doing hiding back there, I thought you wanted to
watch us?"

I groaned in reply.

Louis was lying flat on his back on the bed by this time, having been flung
there by his lover.  His hair was fanned out across the pillow, his eyes
were closed, his dark eyelashes feathering his white cheeks.  He was
breathing deeply and steadily.   I watched as Lestat knelt  on the bed
beside him and began to run his hand down his length, from the dip at the
base of his throat to his belly button.  His white hand lingered there for a
few seconds, as if it was trying to decide where to explore next.

Louis grabbed his hand firmly and tried to hold it there.  "Stop it,
Lestat?" he begged one more time.

"Oh, you are a pain in the neck, Louis.  Now I'm going to have to tie you
up."

Louis grimaced but made no further sound.  He seemed just as resigned to his
fate as I was to mine.  As his wrists were handcuffed to the bed head, his
eyes showed no emotion and I gathered he was used to being treated in such a
beastly manner.

"Are you ready for the show, young Shane?" Lestat smiled at me.

I nodded.

Part 5

I tried to catch Louis' eye, but he had them steadfastly closed.  I could
hear him breathing hard, but wasn't completely sure if it was him, as I was
panting heavily, partly with fear and partly with arousal for what was
unfolding in front of me.

Lestat's deft fingers were caressing Louis' inner thighs and I could see his
muscles twitching and clenching, then he slipped his fingers into his black
nest of hair to find his balls, which he fondled.    I could feel my own
balls constricting and my organ beginning to rise again.

Louis was moving his hips slightly now, it was too much for him as well.   I
could tell he hated having an audience, but he too was becoming extremely
aroused by Lestat's performance.  I watched in fascination as Lestat began
to finger Louis' penis, starting at the base, with slow upward movements,
then coming back down again more quickly.  Each upward motion becoming
faster and faster until it was simply a blur to my glazed and watery eyes.
By this time Louis was moaning softly, but still keeping his lips firmly
pursed.

Lestat would glance at me every few seconds and I could see little beads of
pinkish sweat forming on his face.  He was licking his lips lasciviously and
I found myself licking my own, much to his delight. He then straddled Louis'
straining body and bent down to kiss him deeply on the lips, a kiss that
seemed to last for eons, that sounded wet and succulent.  Deftly, Lestat
knelt between Louis' legs, spread them wide and began to insert his fingers
inside him.  I bowed my head; this was too much, I couldn't watch any
longer.

Lestat's hands were on my shoulders and as he forced to me to turn and look
into his eyes, he grinned.  "Too much for you already, young one?"

I nodded and tried to turn my head away from him, but he held it firmly.
"Ah, but the best is yet to come...don't be shy."

Lestat stood a few feet away from me and began to undress, slowly and
seductively, putting on a complete performance.  I happened to spy Louis
watching him out of the corner of his eye and  I swear I saw a glimmer of a
smile cross his lips.

Lestat did a little twirl for me, wriggling his naked, perfectly plump
backside in my face, then fingered himself for a few seconds.  I was
mesmerised by his well muscled body and his penis, which was rock hard.  In
fact, I couldn't be sure about this, but I think it looked as though it was
always rock hard.  I wondered if it were painful to harbor a constant
stiffy.  "You think, too much," Lestat giggled, did another twirl and landed
on the bed next to Louis.  This time his lower half was in Louis' face.  As
Lestat began to devour Louis' penis, Louis opened his eyes, let his pink
tongue slip out and began to lick and suck at Lestat.

I needed my hands.  I had to relieve myself somehow and found myself rubbing
up against the end of the bed.  Their lovemaking was noisy and furious, full
of slurps and gurgles, groans and sighs, and the sounds echoed in my ears as
I struggled to stop myself buckling at the knees.  Sweat and tears were
pouring down my face and I was becoming as slick as they were.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, seeing only red beneath my lids, and
when I opened them again, all I could see was Lestat's white backside
thrusting up and down.  He had moved about and had slipped inside of Louis
without me noticing.  I was quite put out.

Lestat thrusted inside the white convulsing body on the bed and I thrusted
against the hard coldness of the bed end.   I know who was having a better
time of it.  My knees were becoming quite sore from knocking against the
metal base, and my wrists were chafing from their bindings.  I was in a
shocking state, and had almost decided that death *had* to be better than
what I was going through right now.

Their moaning was becoming very loud interspersed with several guttural
grunts, when Louis let out a blood curdling scream.  I jumped in the air,
landed hard against the wood and let out my own scream.  My whole body was
shaking when I finally found the courage to see what was happening now.
The thrusting was over, Louis was lying there with his legs apart, and his
head hanging to one side.  Lestat was sucking vigorously on his neck and
every few seconds one of them would whimper.   Louis' body was beginning to
shudder as Lestat continued to suck from him, and his eyes were flicking
from side to side rapidly.  He looked like he was about to have a fit.

After a few more minutes of this, Lestat had to hold on tightly, as Louis
began to buck violently,  kicking his legs and trying to break free of the
hand cuffs.  Eventually, his hands pulled free, the cuffs bending like they
were made of plasticine, and Louis began to rake his sharp fingernails down
Lestat's back.  Trails of blood were dripping down his sides and onto the
bed.

My own climax was coming, as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ride it
out.  My own earth shattering wail, coincided with their mutual scream that
almost deafened me.   In fact for several minutes afterwards I could hear
nothing but blood rushing through my ears.  I was exhausted, overwhelmed and
very, very sticky.

I was on my knees when I heard Lestat's voice breaking through the thrumming
in my head.  "It's your turn now."

Part 6

My whole body was shaking, my eyes were blurred and I had completely lost
the ability to speak or reason.  I felt myself being lifted up and my wrists
unleashed.  Two pairs of eyes were staring at me, one pair slate grey the
other a verdant green.

"Come, young one, lay down for a while, you look exhausted."  One of them
was speaking to me, but I wasn't aware of which one it was.

I felt myself being lifted onto the bed and a soft quilt being laid over me.
Perhaps I had been wrong after all.  Maybe they were going to let me live.
I was still shivering as I curled up into a foetal position and shut my
eyes.  I could hear them talking softly to each other, little murmurings,
interspersed with  a few French words.  My mind was unable to interpret what
they were saying.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I finally awoke it was the
middle of the day and I was hot and bothered under the quilt.  I was alone,
as I finally found to courage to climb out of the bed.  With shaking legs I
tried the door.  It was locked.  I went over to the window and discovered
that I was up about three floors, but even if I had been brave enough to try
and jump, I saw that the window was firmly bolted as well.

Glancing around the room I noticed a tray of food on the table.  It was
simple fare, a can of coke and a couple of cheese sandwishes, very roughly
made, but it was sustenance.  I devoured it greedily, not realising until
then how hungry I was.

After I had regained my strength I tried banging on the door, shouting out
their names, but all was silent.  After a couple of hours of pacing and
staring out the window, boredom overcame my anger and fear and I set about
finding some entertainment.  There was a bookshelf in the corner of the
room, but all the books were too difficult for me to read.  In fact a few of
them appeared to be in other languages.  I sighed and slumped down on the
bed, noticing a slight clicking  as I did.

With a start I heard a whirring sound and saw a big screen television appear
in the far wall.  I had inadvertently sat on the remote control.

.................

I was hot, sweat was pouring off me, my body was aroused and shivering with
desire.  Their faces were in front of me, handsome, intense, incredibly
white.  Hands were on my body, hard, cold and silky.    I tried to move away
from them, but I was tied to the bed...

"Wake up Shane," I heard his voice in my ear as I opened my eyes and
realised that I had been dreaming.

His face was close to mine, his green eyes glinted with amusement and his
white teeth flashed for a second revealing his sharp little fangs.  He had
startled me and I flinched away from him.

"I'm sorry about last night, young one.  But when Lestat wants to have some
fun, everyone has to go along with him.  Are you feeling better?"

I nodded and tried to cover myself completely with the quilt.  He smiled at
my embarrassment.   "He shouldn't have done that to you...to us," he added
wistfully.  "You are very beautiful."

"No...no I'm not.  I'm ordinary."

"Not to me you're not."

"Are you going to let me go?"

He didn't answer me, but I knew from the sad expression on his face that
letting me go probably wasn't an option.  He shook his head, but didn't say
anything.

"I won't say anthing to anyone," I blubbered.

Before he had a chance to even consider an answer, Lestat came into the
room.  He was elegance personified, in his grey woollen suit, soft pale
lemon silk shirt and black tie.  Louis looked up at him and held out his
hand.  Lestat actually bent down and kissed it.  I think I sighed at this
chivalrous act and was greeted by a cavalier smile.   "Going somewhere,
Lestat?"

"Oui, I have some business to attend to.  Will you stay with our young
friend, mon amour, make sure he is well looked after."  He winked at him and
Louis nodded in assent.

Lestat left in a flourish of hand gestures and blown kisses, then Louis
turned to me.  "Well, Shane.  What do you think we could do to keep each
other company for a while?"
 

Part 7

Louis looked serious all of a sudden and stood up from the bed and went over
to the window.  I was too afraid to approach him and after a while he turned
around to see what I was doing.  He raised his eyebrows, then brought his
hands up to his face, like he was saying a prayer.

"I'm truly sorry about this, Shane.  You should never have been allowed to
watch that little session last night."

How could I answer him?  I knew I shouldn't have, I wish I hadn't, but I did
and that was all there was to it.   He glided over to the bed and sat down
next to me, taking my hands in his.   "How old are you?"

"19" I said softly.  Louis shook his head.  As he sat there, looking at me
with a sad expression on his face,  I realised that he was the most alluring
creature I had ever lain eyes on.  His black curly hair, shone like silk in
the light of the bed lamp and his lips beckoned to me...seducing me, almost
innocently.  I sighed and brought my hand up to touch his cheek.  It was
cold and smooth and he brought his own up to my cheek and rubbed it slowly.

Under the sheets I could feel my manhood springing into life again, in fact,
to my horror, I could see the quilt quivering.  He glanced down and a
flicker of a smile crossed his face.   His hand moved down to my throat
where it lingered for a few seconds and a raw hunger transformed his
features.  I shivered.

He blinked quickly and his expression changed again.  I knew he would be the
one to take me and I was glad.  He knew it too.  I leant into him and kissed
his lips, letting my tongue slip in and rub against his fangs.  They were
sharp and I heard myself hiss with pain as my tongue was pierced.  I could
taste my own blood in my mouth.  Louis moaned, deeply and I could feel the
arousal in his body.

He pushed me away from him and began to undress, slowly and seductively, not
with the same flourish as Lestat had done the previous evening, but it was
just as lustful.   His shirt dropped to the ground  and he slithered his
trousers off over his slender hips, wriggling just enough so that they
dropped to the ground without any help from his hands.  He pulled the quilt
off my trembling body then straddled me.

I was shaking so hard it was a wonder my teeth weren't clicking together as
his long fingers began to rotate around my nipples.  Within seconds, his
touch became painful as my whole body responded with desire for him.   He
bent down and took my mouth in his, letting a little of his own blood
slither down my throat.  I cried out, the sensation was overwhelming me
completely, as my body heated up from the tips of my fingers and toes,
through to my torso.  I licked at his lips as he pulled away, and  watched a
tiny trickle of blood dribble down his chin.

He wiped it away with the back of his hand, then slowly pushed my legs
apart.  I squeezed my eyes shut, believing that what he was about to do
would be extremely painful, but all I felt was a cold sensation as his
fingers pushed inside of me.  They were covered in gel.  I smiled at him.
"I won't hurt you, Shane." He whispered into my ear, then continued his
ministrations.

I arched my back to give him easier access to my body, and brought my knees
up high.  He pushed on them with his hands then I felt him enter me, slowly
and gently.  I flung my head back and gritted my teeth to stop from crying
out, as the tears flowed down my face.

Then I felt it, a sharp sensation over my heart, as his mouth covered my
nipple and he began to drink from me.   I am sure I cried out then, but I
didn't care any more, he was feeding from me and I was happy to let him take
every ounce.   A feeling of euphoria was washing over me, as the lights in
the room dimmed.  My thoughts spiralled back and back until before I ever
existed, then my other senses shut down and  all I was left with was the
feel of his body caressing mine, his mouth moving against my chest, the
pounding of our hearts and a feeling of utter bliss.

At some time then I left my body, or my soul did, if we have souls, and I
was looking down on this decadent tableau.  My body was limp, pale and still
when he finally withdrew  and covered it with the quilt.  He shut my eyes,
kissed my forehead and bade me goodbye.

"Goodbye, Louis." I whispered to him and he looked up towards the light.
There were tears in his eyes.

Thus ends my tale, dear friends.  I will move on now, my warnings having
been told and heeded I hope.  Just one last thing.  If you ever see two
delectable creatures, making out in a dark corner in a club, ignore them,
walk away, do not be tempted to become a voyeur.    Just remember me.

The end.