Dedicated to a wonderful and giving person who should be recognized for her kindess and good humor. I love her very much even though I only know her over the AOL services. She has done a lot for me, and I hope she sees this. May the Gods and Goddesses help her and forgive me. Blessed be Anna.

Warnings: Not meant to infringe on the the Vampire Chronicles and the characters made by Anne Rice. There is some violence and sexual reference, possibly some spoilers.

Louis looked around the empty courtyard and sighed. he had been waiting for Lestat for over two hours, sitting patiently outdoors as was his nature. Sitting on the aged metal funiture, Louis pinched out one of the scented candles, breathing in the smoke. a few moments later he pinched out the other candles in lost hope that Lestat would not come. He took one of the full roses from the vase in the middle of the table and sighed softly. In a fit of mixed rage and depression, Louis tore the silky petals away, watching them all fall to the ground.

Lestat had promised him that he would join him in the courtyard that night. Just for a romantic evening together that hadn't taken place in so long after all the time they'd been living together. Louis had even memorized several adoring poems he wanted to whisper to Lestat, before the blond dark angel made love to him.

But Lestat wasn't here, and Louis lost all hope of renewing the passion between them. Not that their life was passionless in the first place, Lestat always had a great taste for theatre or clothes, or things of great detail, but Louis just craved a quite night with his sire. Painfully, tears slipped into his emerald eyes. Without hesitation Louis knocked over the vase with the roses in it and stormed inside.

Moments later, Louis found himself locked in the upstairs bathroom that was joined with his room. he stared into the mirror and looked at himself, inparticularly in his eyes. They burned green fire, his eyes, and began to swim with bloody tears. Touching the reflective glass, Louis moaned. The color green represented two emotions, Jealousy and Hope. Had he been to quick to judge Lestat?

Louis bowed his head over the sink and watched a tear hit against the white porcelain. Downstairs he heard the front door shut with gentleness and realized Lestat had returned.

Lestat walked onto the flagstones and lookes for Louis' whereabouts. He hadn't heard his lover in the house, but he was not outside in the courtyard either. Walking over to the patio table, Lestat noticed two freshly pinched out candles and a vase of tipped roses. Immediately Lestat rushed inside to find his raven haired child/lover.

"Louis!" Lestat cried, rushing up to the second floor. He rushed around trying to find Louis throughout the upstairs room with no prevail. Lestat panicked and suddenly became silent. He heard a soft crying that came to his ears to his left and he rushed to find the noise was coming from Louis' bathroom.

Lestat entered Louis' room and upon hearing his raven lover crying in the closed bathroom Lestat rushed to the door. He slammed into it hard and smacked his head up against the hard wood door producing a loud crack. Lestat backed up, cursed himself for not checking to see if it was locked, but his attention was quickly drawn away when he heard the crying from behind the door turn into crying.

"Lestat?" Louis whispered, pressing himself firmly to the door as if it was Lestat's chest. On the other side he heard Lestat grumbling about the sharp pain in his head. Louis could not help but giggle and he opened the door a crack. He sniffled gently and spied on Lestat who had tears in his eyes from smacking his head so hard. Louis almost broke up into a fit of laughter. When he stuck his head out far enough, Lestat gasped and grabbed the door, yanking it open, less Louis try to close it on him.

"Louis..." Lestat purred with sadness in his eyes. He produced a small package from inside his jacket and handed it to Louis. Upon opening it, Louis saw Elizabeth Browning's collection of greatest poem's. A surge of happiness coursed through him as he looked up to Lestat.

"Oh mon cher," Louis whispered the tears welling up again. He pushed past the door and fell into Lestat's arms. Lestat held him gently.

"I wanted to get you something special," Lestat purred again, running his fingers through Louis' hair. "That's why I was so long, you know me and shopping."

"Of course," Louis answered, tightening his grip on his maker and lover. Louis looked to Lestat and smiled gently, pulling him back downstairs and outside. He gathered all the roses from the ground and table and smiled back to Lestat playfully. Just as he did, a rumbling began to collect in the sky and a slow drip of rain started to collect.

Lestat returned Louis' smile and rushed forward to pick him up in his arms.

"Lestat! It's raining!"

Lestat shrugged and began to laugh, "That just means I'll have to make wet love to you right here!" Lestat souted over the thunder, spinning Louis around in a circle faster and faster.

Louis struggled in Lestat's arms and suddenly broke free, racing away to the front of the house with Lestat in close tag.

"Oh, shut up!" Louis barked at him, his hair dripping on the rug as they stepped into the front living room. He grabbed Lestat by the shirt and yanked him to him, roughly kissing him.

A growl built in Lestat's throat and he went to circle his arms around Louis, but Louis slipped way again, laughing childishly. He ran upstairs and let Lestat tail behind him into the bedroom, but when Lestat attempted to capture him in his arms once more, Louis wriggled away.

Louis started to pull the petals from the roses delicately, one by one, dropping them on the bed sheets. Lestat laughed at the foreplay until Louis was finished spreading the petals all over the large bed.

Smiling devilishly now, Louis did a strip tease, first taking off his shirt and tossing at Lestat, and then his shoes....socks, jeans, and boxers. All flung at Lestat, the blond monster was having a hard time from falling onto the floor from laughter. Louis turned and wiggled his butt at Lestat playfully and enticingly, blushing at the same time.

"Louis!" Lestat gasped, laughing harder, clunching his sides tightly, finally falling to his knees. Inching over to Louis on the floor, Lestat was finally able to obtain him in his grasp and kiss him fully on the lips, drawing Louis down to him. The kissed each other like they were sedated drugs.

Louis moaned under Lestat's touch, wanting more, pulling himself closer and closer. Opening his mouth wider on Lestat's, he let his tongue search the warm wet cavern of Lestat's mouth and Lestat returned the gesture.

Lestat's hands moved down over Louis's smooth cool back and past his hips, grabbing his buttock to fit their hips together tightly. Louis yelped in surprise and clutched Lestat's back, sending out a burst of giggles and laughter into Lestat's face. Slipping his hand down to the zipper of Lestat's jean's, Louis undid them quickly and slide his hand deftly past the fabric so he could grasp Lestat's already hardened organ, and he began to stroke it gently at first, then more roughly, making Lestat choke on his own moaning.

Already on his knees, Louis didn't waste anytime to peel off the rest of Lestat's clothes, sliding down to kissing his chest, and hardening nipples, even the indent of his naval. Lestat watched his beautiful one with passive eyes and remained quiet until Louis brought his lips to Lestat's white hardened organ, swiftly taking it into his mouth to caress it with his lips and tongue.

Gasping for breath Louis reached for Louis and tugged him away, pulling gently by the raven colored hair....Kissing him ferociously on the mouth, Lestat ran his hands all over Louis' body, as if touching him were completely new. He began to nip and suck on Louis's nipples and shoulders, producing small chuckles and squeaks from the younger vampire.

Carefully, Lestat lifted Louis up from the floor and set him on the bed underneath him, fitting their hips snuggly together like puzzle pieces.

Louis ran his fingers through Lestat's hair and wrapped his legs around him tightly, cursing Lestat's in french to plunge into him and do it soon or he would burst. With a fair amount of laughter, Lestat obeyed by thrusting into Louis and taking him like a woman. A shout escaped Louis' lips and Lestat kissed him deep throatedly, until Louis' soft gurgling laughter overcame them both.

Plunging into his lover faster and faster, and harder and harder, Lestat's rhythm grew more impatient and suddenly he climaxed, biting into Louis' neck, as Louis bucked up underneath him and drove his own fangs into Lestat's neck as well.

Pulling back, Lestat continued to pump his hips against Louis'.

Louis chuckled, "Another ride monsieur...greedy mmm?" Louis reached up and licked Lestat's lips hungrily, letting him taste his own blood. Lestat growled and grabbed Louis' wrists, pushing them down on the bed.

"I'm going to rape you until you scream with desire."

Louis snorted, "I thought rape was when you didn't want sex."

"Then I'm going to fuck your brains out more then twice, mon cher." Lestat purred softly, as Louis bucked his hips up into Lestat's for a second climax.

Louis carefully snuggled into Lestat's soft cool chest, brushing his lips against one hardened pink nipple. Lestat groaned softly and pushed at Louis, "Quit it you pervert." he moaned softly in french.

"Already tired love?" Louis smiled, reaching across Lestat for the poetry book on the night table beside the bed.

"Fuck you." Lestat laughed, tugging Louis into his arms.

"That's your job, remember, you said it yourself, to ...what...'Fuck my brains out more than twice?'" Louis grinned, placing his lips on Lestat's.

He settled into the crook of Lestat's arms and opened the poetry book, smiling evily he began to read, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...."

(the end)