I wanted to hold him close. I wanted to bring his slender body towards mine. I had to smile. The idea of my lover letting me seduce him in a church was racing through my mind. I closed my eyes and envisioned his body laying on the altar was overwhelming. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I no longer cared that it was not proper but he might.

"Louis?" He stood up and walked soundlessly towards the door. I faced the altar again. I would not let him see any tears that might fall out of my eyes. I waited for the church door to open but they did not. Mojo woke up and streched. He looked at me and then he noticed Louis at the door. He looked at Louis and then at me. Mojo got up and ran towards Louis barking angerly at the other vampire. I smiled, apprently he had not forgotten that Louis had knocked him out cold. I was listening to Mojo bark warningly to Louis for a few seconds when all of the sudden I did not hear anymore barking. I turned around worried that Louis had hurt Mojo again, but instead I saw Mojo licking Louis's palm happily. I jumped up furious that Louis might have cut his hand and was allowing Mojo to lick away the blood.

"Fiend!" I screamed at Louis and he looked at me surprised. I rushed towards him and shoved him against the door. I heard him draw a breath of air and I watched as he closed his eyes.

"Lestat? What...?"

"How dare you give my dog blood! You cold bastard!" He opened his eyes and grabbed a hold of my wrists.

"You're joking right? Lestat I did not give Mojo any blood. I would never do that! Let me go, please." I was still furious but I felt Mojo rub against my leg. I looked down towards him and he was looking up at me worried. I let Louis go and knelt next to Mojo. I opened his mouth and all I could smell was Louis's faint scent. I let Mojo go and stood up to look at my fledgling.

"He is not to drink any blood! Not by me, you or anyone else do you understand!" Louis looked into my eyes and I could read the hurt in them.

"I don't believe you would ever think I would. I am sorry that you do. Now will you please let me go? I just came to see that you were in one piece. I...."

"You what?" I did not let him go instead I tightened my hold on his arm. He winced and waited for me to let go of his arm. I did not. I wanted an answer to my question and somewhere deep inside Louis knew I was not going to let him go until I got an answer.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He whispered and I wanted a better answer than that.

"That is the only reason you came down here?" I saw a faint light in his eyes but there was not a clear meaning behind that light.

"Lestat, I was worried about you but I don't know why I should have been worried...." I was enraged! I simply would not let him leave things unsaid.

"You don't think you should have been worried! You arrogant bastard! What if I hadn't won? What would you have done? Would you have turned to James for comfort?" Shock, hurt and anger crossed his beautiful face. He yanked his arm away and I allowed his arm to leave my hand.

"How dare you! You selfish bastard! Would I have turned to James? Now you use your filthy imagination! Do you picture me laying with James? Can you see me moaning in his arms? Can you see me asking for release?" Angry words scorced my soul. I could actually picture Louis whitering in James's arms!

"I guess you can since you did not answer me." With that Louis turned and left the church. Mojo barked after him but Louis did not turn around. I had hurt both us with my own accusation. Dammit!

"Louis wait!" I hollered at him and followed his footsteps. Mojo followed the best he could as I hurried along to find Louis. I followed the trial as far as it would go but it disappeared suddenly. I looked around but I could not see him.

"Louis!" I called out but there was no answer. I stood there for a few seconds and then turned to walk away. Why must I always say mean and hurtful things to Louis? I could feel my tears start to fall silently on my shirt. Mojo found something exciting to look at so he left me alone and I felt it. I started to walk away when I felt slender arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"If you think I'm going to let you get away with that statement Lestat you're crazy." Before I could say anything he had torn a piece of my sleeve off and he was now twisting it into a roll.

"Since your mouth seems to get you into so much trouble what if we gag you, hum?" He slid the cloth between my teeth and tied it tight behind my skull. He ripped some of the leather out of my pants and tied my wrists with the piece of material.

"I should really beat you for that remark, unfortunately I don't have the stomach for it tonight. Remind me to punish you later, for right now..." Before I could stop him I felt him move infront of me and he dropped to his knees. I started to shake at that point and I could feel my knees weaken. Louis pulled down the material protecting me from the elements and I felt his butterfly kisses on my inner thigh. I moaned and placed my hands on his hair and waited.

Louis slowly made his way to the junction of my thighs and he started to kiss the flesh that was there. I moaned and tried to keep my eyes opened but I could not. I swayed a bit and Louis held my hips close to his his tender mouth. I moaned as he started to work on me and he gently eased his mouth around me. He sucked me with steady, strong and gentle confident movements. I moved my hips to the gentle and steady rthym he set and I could only hold on to him. I forgot to breathe and I could no longer move in any direction except fowards and backwards. His tongue felt like silk and his breath ws cool against my wet skin. I shuddered and held on to him.

I stayed at the pace he had set and when I picked it up he would squeeze me and wait for me to settle down. He did that at least four times before he continued but on the fifth it was simply too much for either of us to bear. He let got for a brief in-take of air and then he took me on my last ride. When I started to pick up the pace he followed. Soon I was moving so fast that he could not keep up with me. I tried my best to slow down but I had dropped on my knees and he had pushed me back into the ground. I did not realize this had happened until I rolled myself over. Now my poor lover was underneath me letting me move in and out of his mouth at a furious pace. I felt the pain of my body contract when I was ready to peak and Louis managed to get me there. I cried out when I did peak and my body gave out. I collasped on top of him and he rolled me over on my side. I was now aware of the blood sweat that coated both of our bodies. I was vaguely aware that Louis was removing the leather that had kept my wrists together and he removed the cloth from my mouth. I breathed in a fresh breath of air and watched as he looked into my eyes with love. I tried to say his name but I could not find the energy I needed. I simply sighed when he lifted me into his arms and carried me home. I placed my head on his shoulder and hoped that we would get home soon. Mojo followed us out and we started home.

Halfway there we crossed paths with a crowd of mortal teenagers and they started saying rude things to us. At one point one of them yanked Louis's hair in order to catch our attention. Louis muttered something under his breath but he kept walking.

"Hey look! The fags are too special to talk to us." A boy sneered as he caught Louis by the hair. When we did not respond, one of his friends pulled me out of Louis's grip. i fell on my tail and I was pissed off.

"Leave us alone, please." Louis said in his gentle manner as the mortal hung on to his hair.

"Hear that man! He said please!" They all started laughing.

"I'll bet that's all he can say! Ain't that right fag?" Louis said nothing as I got to my feet.

"Leave us alone." I saw the anger in Louis's eyes but he just walked on. I fell into step behind him. We hurried passed all of them and managed to lose them in a crowd of mortals. Louis had picked up Mojo and I lifted Louis into my arms. I took to the air and let him on his feet when we made it home. He peeled off his cloathes and walked towards the shower. I watched him through the open door and he eased himself into the shower. I did not give into my desire to hold him again.

Instead I went to go give Mojo water. After I had given him water I heard Louis turn off the shower. I took my time making sure everything was locked. After making sure that the spare key was under a nearby pot for the mortal that feed Mojo while we were asleep, I went back upstairs. Louis was in bed reading some new book. I did not bother to read the title as I slipped into bed next to him. I did manage to distract him long enough for a kiss. He smiled at me and again I was the love in his eyes.

"Louis, I lo..." His hand covered my mouth and I looked at him confused.

"Don't say those three words Lestat. Please don't." I gently moved back and looked at him.

"Why not?"

"Please don't. Those three words mean so much more when you really mean it."

"I do mean it Louis! I lo..." He pounced on me making my body twist akwardly and we ended up on the floor.

"Lestat the only way I want to hear those three words in that order from your lips is when I get a ring on my finger. I want a forever with you. Until then don't you dare say those words to me." He got off of me and retrieved his book.

"Louis?" he walked around me and headed out of the room.

"Sweet dreams Lestat." He closed the door behind him and he left me on the floor thinking.

Louis avoided me at any cost after that night. If I took the book he was reading out of his hands he would simpily sit there staring into space. He would leave the room, turn the radio on when I followed him demanding his attention. His actions were enraging me and if he did decide to talk to me it was over trival topics. Louis never talked about that night, he acted like it did not happen.

"Louis! You and I were in an alley making love..."

"Liar."

"It's true! You and I were..."

"Having sex. There is a difference between making love and having sex."

"What's the difference?"

"Figure it out." The rest of our conversations followed this pattern. What did it matter if we had sex or made love? It's the same thing isn't? After a couple weeks of this mudane arguement I decided I needed a change of scenary. I took off one night to the local bar and to my surprise I found Daniel lurking around in the crowd of mortals. I greeted him with a hug and we sat down at a table in the middle of all of the other tables.

"So how have you been?" Daniel asked as we waved off a waitress.

"Fine." I knew he did not buy it because I could not believe it when I said it.

"Louis huh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing but maybe you could answer a question for me."

"What?"

"What is the difference between making love and having sex?" Daniel looked at me and a smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Lestat..."

"If you're going to make fun of me forget it." He shook his head no and collected his thoughts.

"Don't you feel the difference?"

"There's a difference?"

"I guess you've always made love to Louis and he's thinking you're having sex with him."

"What is it the bloodsharing? I've always offered Louis..." Again he shook his head no.

"No Lestat. Think about it. Do you hold him close when you're together? Do you kiss away any fears or doubts? Do you let him enjoy every second of it?"

"Yes, that is what..."

"Nevermind we aren't on the same wavelenght here. Follow me." We stood up and made our way to the alley behind the parking lot.

"Lestat?"

"Yes?"

"When you make love to him it is very different compared to having sex. You have to promise me that you will use this lesson wisely. I don't want to do this without you learning something." Before I could question him further his lips found mine and he forced my mouth open. I felt his cold tongue enter my mouth and I could feel my body start to turn cold. He worked me until I gave in and kissed him back. Everything felt fridget. When he broke the kiss and made his way down my body I could feel my body shake because of how cold I felt. He skipped my nipples altogether and went after my manhood. I jerked away when he took me into his mouth. His touch was freezing cold. I quickly righted myself and watched him as he stood up.

"Now answer me honestly. What did you feel?"

"I felt like I was with an iceburg! Damn your cold!"

"Am I? Touch my hand." I reached out and grabbed his wrist. He was still warm from his kill earlier.

"But..."

"Do you feel that way when you're with Louis?"

"Never! His touch is warm if not scalding hot. But what does all of this mean?" He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"We had sex Lestat. It felt cold to both of us because we were having sex. We were fucking to but it crudely. Since you acted shocked to my touch I assume that you really never had sex with Louis. That cold/hot feeling is the difference between making love and having sex. Are you sure Louis does not feel it when you're in each other's arms?" I stood there making sense of the lesson Daniel taught me.