Disclaimers: I do not own any of these charcters. Anne Rice and her publishing company do.
Spoilers: IVW-TVA
Warnings: Implied m/m but no details! (Am I glad I'm not an English major!) This isn't my dark writing. This unfortunately is the out come of one of my other stories that ended up a spec. Don't ask just read and please leave all matches, gasoline, whips, ropes, chains, watertanks, Rockwellers, Dovermens, Pit Bulls and all Richard Simmons videos at home!!! I'm beggin' ya!!!! Please!!!!
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I was sitting in the living room watching television when I heard Louis break something upstairs. I went up to go see what had been broken. I opened the door and watched him franically cleaning up a vase that he dropped while cleaning.
"Louis?" He looked at me and dropped his handkerchief(?) on top of the pieces.
"I'm sorry Lestat! I did not mean to break your vase. I'll replace it. I swear I will!" I looked down at the pieces and realized that it was a worthless piece, not worth the ten thousand I paid for it. It was the drawings on it that made me buy it. You could look at it for hours but I really did not look at it. Why would I look at it when I had Louis to look at? I surpressed a laugh and forced a frown on my face.
"It was priceless Louis! It was an ancient Greek vase! It was historic! Now it's broken!" Louis was so distrought that he did not notice that little history line. I did not care about historic artifacts. What for? Louis was as far as I wanted to go.
"How much did you pay for it?" Now Louis sounded worried.
"Seven point nine million dollars!" I watched Louis pale.
"I'll pay it back, eventually. I swear I will!"
"How? Are you going to pay me back with my own money?" I asked as I took a step towards him.
"No. I could...get a job."
"As what? A Dicken's professor? Am I glad we have enternity, it would take tha long to pay it off!" I took another step towards him.
"Then I'll work on the streets..."
"Oh no. No one else is gonna touch your body. No one but me."
"Well then I'm sure I could..."
"I got an idea. You can pay me back by..." I leaned towards him and kissed him. I loved the way he kissed me. I heard him whimper and I deepened the kiss. A few breaths later I felt him break away.
"Lestat..." I licked my lips and tasted him on my tongue.
"Hum? That was worth what...five dollars?" He looked at me shocked.
"Five dollars! That's all!" I shrugged my shoulders and explained.
"It would have been worth more if you had started the kiss."
"Really?" I nodded.
"How much will I get out of debt if I take my Brat Prince to bed?" I smiled and faked thinking about it.
"I don't know maybe twenty dollars." He looked at me in futher shock and then took me into his arms.
"We'll see about that."
Hours later I laid in his arms satisfied.
"Well? How much now?"
"Honestly it was worth more than a trillion dollars but if I let you off the hook that easily, then you will not value my priceless artwork!" I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"So?"
"Okay lets say twenty-five."
"Twenty-five! I don't believe this! I thought it was worth more than that!" I smiled.
"It was but if I give you the first price I'll never have you in my arms again." He smiled and pushed a few blonde locks away from my face.
"I see. Well my Brat Prince, shall I continue to pay off my debt?"
"Oh yes. Yes you must pay me..." I held my breath as he kissed my neck.
"...back. With interest."
"Of course my Brat Prince." I felt his hands run down my back and his lips on my neck. That was the last thing I remember clearly. He created a blur of emotions and the dawn approached. He stayed in my bed that day. He was going to have to stay there for quite awhile. I snuggled up to him and slept peacefully.