This is a work of non-profit amateur fan fiction written just for fun and originally as an obsang to make up for an off topic post on Le Sang. ;) No infringement is meant on the rights of Anne Rice, Knopf, Random House or anybody else.

Lestat put down the magazine he had been reading, stretching with a soft sigh. The cd player nestled on the couch beside his hip chose that moment to spin to a halt, final track finished. The resulting silence was almost startling - had he been sitting there so long? - or would have been if it hadn't been for the soft clatter of a keyboard coming from the next room.

Bemused, Lestat slipped the headphones off and rose to his feet. The carpet made no sound beneath his steps and the click of the keys continued unabated as he crossed the room, leaning quietly around the half open door to the small study.

Louis was seated at the computer as he had been when Lestat had left to read, slim fingers flying neatly across the keys as he typed. Lestat smiled, then softly cleared his throat.

Louis jumped, his fingers slipping. Whirling, he saw Lestat and sighed, a quick puff of aggrieved air. "You startled me." His look was reproving, but only for a second - in the next he had turned back to the computer, smoothly deleting the mistyped words and finishing it correctly.

"I wouldn't have, if you weren't so intent," Lestat pointed out. Leaning against the doorframe, he craned his head slightly to have a better view of the screen. "What are you doing, Louis?"

"I'm just finishing," Louis replied, which was no sort of answer to the question at all. His hands were a contained blur of action, neatly completing whatever task he was doing and shutting the program down - but not before Lestat heard the tell-tale click of the modem disconnecting.

"Email?" he asked, incredulous. "You've been doing email all this time?"

"Of course not," Louis replied sharply, moving to shut down the computer.

"If you tell me you were in a chat room, I'm going to laugh at you," Lestat told him, a smile already tugging at his lips.

Louis sighed. "You would anyways, Lestat." Seeing the look on Lestat's face, he shook his head. "No, forgive me. That was uncalled for." He hesitated, then shrugged. "There was a debate on one of the lists I subscribe to. I don't usually post to them, but the debate was interesting."

Lestat grinned. "And you just couldn't resist having the last word," he teased.

An answering grin moved reluctantly across Louis' face. "Oh, I very much doubt that." One stately black brow swept upwards, considering. "On the other hand, I could probably have the last word with you."

"What makes you think that?" Lestat challenged.

The grin was almost impish. "Because I know the right words to say," Louis replied. Crossing the distance between them, he reached to twist his fingers into the neck of Lestat's shirt, pulling the other vampire closer. "Let's go to bed," he whispered.

And Lestat couldn't think of a single word of protest.

End