Abandonment-The Deadliest Virtue
By: Beverly Lee, 1998
Sequel to 'The Gentle Art of Betrayal'

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?"
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 you...I 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.