Spoilers: takes place during ItwV, Dream Crime, A place closed in Secrecy

Dedictation: MOM, Ralza, Byzantine and Karla. Big thank you for commenting and asking me for a sequel! I wouldnīt have moved my lazy butt to write one if it wasnīt for you.

Characters: Lestat/Louis

Notes:

Beware!!! I am trying my hand at slash...kind of...I never wrote it before so donīt be all to harsh with me, if it sounds clumsey or something like that. After all itīs my first try. ^-^ If it sucks please tell me where so I can get better.

PWP. If you search for the plot you wont find it here. Look for it in Dream Crime and A place closed in Secrecy, may you will find it there...but maybe not.

WARNING! M/M-Sex, Rape. If you donīt like it, donīt read it. (But I bet all you little "perverts" out there will read it...I belong to them too...:-)= )

Conviction

Wonderous this feeling, finally having what I wanted. Hearing, seeing, touching, feeling and thinking. All senses drown by this creature in my arms. This body so willing given over to me, so brave, his sacrifice only for her sake.

Stop thinking about her now! Not now!

I let his lips go, hearing his unsteady breath, lips shuddering and moist, painted with the color of crimson blood, slowly drooling down from the corners over his chin, a perfect droplet running down his throat, glowing like a ruby, sparkling like his eyes. Emeralds and ruby, both stones of fire, the one cold and hatefull, the other warm and full of lust. But both as devouring, of the same destructionable force. His blood and his eyes, both mind shattering in their intensity, both bittersweet and deathly. How beautiful it would be to die with them overhelming my senses.

One arm winding around his waist, pressing his naked form against my fully clothed one, pulling him out of the heap of his clothes, leafing him only in his socks, the white of them like painted on his legs. He is so warm in my arms, the heat of his skin burning through the fabric of my shirt, setting not only my body but my thoughts afire. The elegant body limp, no reaction as I lick my way down from his mouth to his swanlike neck, licking away the trace of blood, feeling his pulse beating fast under my tongue, tempting me to bit into that delicious flow, tasting of moonlight and rainy nights. No movement as my body rocks against his, making contact with every inch possible, rubbing and melting against his form.

"Get this over with...please."

Just a wispher under the sound of breathing, nearly lost, a fine sigh, but full of desperation, maybe even fear. I pull away from him, looking into his eyes that seem distance, stairing at some place far away, lids fluttering, falling over the bottomless orbs shortly, black velvet shadows brushing against flushed cheeks.

"What shall I get over with?"

Breathless, speaking against his skin, inhaling his fragrance, jasmin, rain and blood. Sweet smells, the same that let my senses swoon in the night of his creation.

"Just end it!"

"You want me to fuck you? Fuck you fast and send you away like a cheap whore?"

Gently licking my way down, over the hollow of the throat, the light of the flames dancing like my tongue, creating a wet path of glistining salvia, silver liquid on golden flesh. My hands traveling over his spin, nails gently raking over firetouched skin, glowing in molten colors, red lines left where my fingertips passed. Feeling the bone lying under silky skin and fine muscles, every bone of the ribcage, fragil like those of birds, a cord of pearls where should be his spin. So smooth, unmarked perfectness, to beautiful to be real.

His answer comes out as a hiss as my teeth scretch over a nipple, sucking that tiny pepple into my mouth.

"Yes!"

I look up from my position, seeing his face, lips quivering, eyes widend, the pupils nearly deleted, giving place for perfect green. Black tendrils of unruled hair falling like shadows over his shoulders, some damp and curly from his sweat, a thin layer over his skin.

"Hmm...no. I am gonna enjoy this. We will enjoy this."

I will make you enjoy it.

One hand coming forward, playing with a nub of flesh while my mouth is still busy with the other. My left one traveling down, gliding over his outline, discovering every curve of his body, like a blind trying to "see". Shortly coming to rest at the small of his back, marveling at hte texture of that silky skin, so pervectly melting into my touch, before sliding deeper, the tips of my fingers stroking his butt, memorizing the curve, the flesh firm under my touch. He shields away from my hand, pressing himself harder against me to escape my fingers, the sharp intake of breath cutting through the air, that seems even to hot to breath for me, moist and warm like the cavern of his mouth.

I smile against his chest, pressing my hand against his rear again, fingers parting his cheeks, invading the warm darkness, brushing against the thight ring of muscles, forcing themself into him, stretching and stroking him from the inside. A painfull moan dies on his lips as I bite down on his flesh, my teeth piercing above the heart. Sweet blood filling my mouth, my tongue still playing with his nipple while I suck from him, like a child drinking from his mothers breast. Warm blood running down my throat, his blood, filled with emotion, tasting his fear, his hate running through it, but mixed with a sensation matching my own, a primal taste, wild and old, devouring the others. Pure need, lust taking over, the senses swooning.

Rocking against me, his body swaying to the sound of his heart, beating in my ears as I drink, following the rythem. Fucking himself on my fingers in the very same motion.

Slowly I let go, liking away the last traces of blood that seeps from the healing wound, the marks slowly vanishing. His body limply falling against mine, only hold upright by my frame, freeing himself of my fingers as his knees give way.

Have I taken to much?

Heavy breath let his chest rise and fall unsteadily, now resting against mine, his head on my shoulder, skin wet and slick with bloody sweat. Tangeling on hand in his hair I pull him away, making him face me. Pale, not even the fire can light up his skin, eyes heavy, half lided, seeming more black than their usual green under the heavy shadow of his lashes, lips lush, the bottom lips shaking slightly, a deep red, nearly black, traces of blood where he has bitten himself, warm breath escaping unsteady from them, caressing my skin, caring the sweet fragrance of the red liquid, mingeling with mine as I lend forward, my tongue lapping at the dried streams, brushing against his lips, cleaning them from the bitemarks. Brushing against velvet lips, forcing him to open his mouth for me, continuating my licking, my tongue traveling over his palate, over teeth and tongue, searching even for the last traces of blood. His mouth sweet, tasting of cinnamon and faint alcohol, traces of his latest victim, moist and warm. I can feel the tiny marks, nearly vanished, in his bottom lips, where his teeth have bitten into the flesh. Without hesitation I sink my fangs in, tearing the small gash open again. I small painfull sound escapes him, like a moan, breathing into my mouth. A little bit of blood flows over as I pull away, staining his skin and falling in small droplets on the white lace of my shirt. Cutting my own tongue I force it back into his mouth, parting his lips, my blood mixing with his. I start my drinking again, savouring his taste mixed with my own.

The sudden pull on my hair startels me, his hand tangeld in the strands, pulling my head closer, his mouth devouring mine, sucking on my tongue, teeth scratching over it, forcing more blood to flow.

Locked in the bloody kiss I let myself sink to the ground, pulling him with me, one hand steady on his back while the other tries to open the fastening of my trousers, sliding the fabric down as I sink to my knees, him on my lap, long legs sprawled at either side of mine.

Beautiful, so beautiful he is.

The flames of the fire playing on his skin, painted on his back, up to his hair, glowing like embers, fire dancing in their tendrils, black flames licking at his shoulders.

A nymph of fire and night, tender and unruled, caught by a satyr, forced to his will. Staining the untouched body with his lust, his need for posession.

I want to pose all of him.

His body goes tense, his spin arching back, his lips leaving mine. Red flowing from his mouth, open in a strangled gasp, eyes wide, glowing bright, his hand clawing itself hurtfully in my hair, the other scretching over my chest, feeling how the fabric of the shirt gives way, the silk ripping, torn by his nails. A single rubby tear runs down his cheek as I impale him, pushing through the thight ring in one hard shove, burrying myself in his flesh.

God. So thight. His flesh enveloping my in such a firm grasp. Warm, sending tingles throught my hole body.

Pulling out and shoving in again, finding my rythem, everytime a little deeper, everytime wringing a gasp of pain out of him.

"We shouldnīt have waist so much time, ma cher. Little virgin you are."

A small wimper the only answer.

Those moments, like a dream, misted and seeming unreal. Moans of pleasure against silky skin, green eyes widening as the mind looses controll over the body, the smell of sweat heavy in the air, the warm sheet of flesh, now slick and bloody, pure skin stained. Everything confused in the grasp of afterglow.

Having him in my arms, his limp body cradled against mine, his head resting against my shoulder. I smell his hair, still full of the fragrance of rain, but now mixed with the sweet one of blood, the smell of myself and the unique of blood. Love it.

Love him.

I want to tell him. Tell him how I feel about him, my thoughts, my dreams. The first time I saw him. The hopes I put in him. My pain as I couldnīt reach his heart, the jealiousy as I saw how he adored Claudia. Explain myself, beg for forgivingness for what I did.

Tell him that I love him.

"Louis."

Gently I pull him away, my lips forming the words, put no sound pass them as I look in his face. Soft lips hard, drawn back to reveal his fangs, the glowing white overlayed with traces of blood. His face ghostly, skin nearly transculent, veins shining blueish under it. But his eyes... burning fire, glowing like flames in a skull, deep, promising the deepest hell imaginable, speaking of torture and death to come. Satans eyes couldnīt be more hatefull, the eyes of a devil. Emerald gems cutting with there light through my soul. All other feeling burned in their flames, leaving only hate and disgust. His lips forming words, spoken in soft tones, making them even more hurtfull.

"I hate you."

I pull away from him, coming to my feet, stairing down his sitting form, his naked body a bloody mess, stairing into cold green eyes. I feel the corners of my lips twisting upwards, displaying a arrogant smile.

"Fine with me."

Heading for the door I leave him behind, no looking back at him, shutting my feelings into the deepest pit of my soul, walls steadily around them. I have what I want. Have him completly. Not in love, but in hate. His hate for me always in his mind, soul and heart.

I love him.

He hates me.

Finally he is mine.