Author's Note: This fic was inspired by many things, boredom and an overactive imagination (a dangerous combo indeed :P) being the two main culprits. Among other things it was also inspired by the writings of Grace and by a very sensual song by Gackt called Fragrance.

Disclaimer: I'm not making any money off this, and you won't make much off me, so just let a fan have his wank. :P If you don't like sex between two blokes, this fic is not for you. If you think it's disgusting and want to let me know about your opinion, don't waste your time. I'm not interested.

Lestat/Louis. Slash. NC-17.

His heart is pumping quickly. Almost as it is when he lusts after the blood of mortals. But tonight his prey is not one of the living flesh. No tonight he seeks a different kind of prey. One of his own.

He stands taller than his prey by half a head, but right now that matters not as they are no longer standing, or clothed for that matter. He sees the pale white skin of a softly defined body, muscles tensing.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

He turns Louis's face to one side, brushing his black hair away from his eyes, that even in the low light of few candles reflect a stunning green.

"So alive for someone so dead," he says breathily as he lowers upon the focus of his desire.

He nips at Louis's neck, tasting the flesh with his tongue and knowing he wants more than just that. A quick flash of fangs as he bites into the base of his lover's neck. Blood slowly spills out of the open wound.

The flame of his passions now stoked by the sight of this beauty's perfect skin opened and bleeding. The blood flows thick, its red glistening darkly in the low light.

Lapping at the open wound with his tongue and drinking deeply, he then parts from the wound and begins to lick his way down his lover's chest, leaving a diluted red trail of blood and saliva as he goes.

He teases a nipple slowly with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan and a slight shudder from his lover as he clenches his teeth there lightly.

One hand runs along Louis's thigh, as the other winds it's way up his chest to caress his cheek, till Louis takes a finger from the hand in his mouth, slowly sucks on it and then bites into it drawing blood as if he were sucking on another part of him.

Feeling Louis's now very hard prick poking his thigh, he moves his hand lower along his lover's side and then brings it up to settle on his hardness. He takes hold strongly and give it a caress along the ridge beneath the head with his thumb and forefinger.

As he begins to gently stroke it, he moves his lips down along Louis's stomach giving pause here and there to nip at skin and leave a mark. With each ministration Louis's reaction is notable in the jump of his prick and the shudder of his breath, now ragged as it is.

Now finally, his lips at their destination, he brings his tongue to Louis's tip and licks the bit of pre-come already there, then takes it into his mouth. Head only at first, bringing his tongue to the point beneath his lover's tip and lapping there, then slowly jerking the rest with his hand.

This is enough to bring Louis to the point of bursting very quickly, but he pulls off him and raises Louis's legs to his shoulders.

Bringing his still bleeding finger to his lover's anus he lets the blood fall there slowly working it around with two fingers, gently at first and then as Louis begins to loosen, he brings his own very hard prick to the opening and pushes in.

With a sigh from Louis he slowly slides in, and then deeper inside his lover with each plunge. Then finally as he is all the way in, he starts stroking Louis in time to his thrusts, which become stronger and faster.

Louis's body and face are tense with the impending moment of release. Hair disheveled he looks pleadingly up at the one fucking him, begging with his eyes for release.

And with one last thrust and one last stroke, Louis comes, hips thrusting upward to meet his lover's charge. As erotic as the blood spilling from an open wound, Louis's come spreads between them lubricating their chests as they continue to rub against each other.

As Louis spasms, his muscles clench around his lover's prick closing around his thrusts tighter and tighter still, until he too is brought to the edge and over. The thrusts continue, passion and the moment being overwhelming, till both are surely spent.

"Lestat..." Louis says quietly as he reaches a hand to draw him nearer.

Lestat lays upon Louis, face to face, bodies slicked by sweat and come. They kiss deeply breathing in of each other. The fragrance of their passion thick in the air, mingled with that of the scent of candles, lulls them both into a rare night's sleep where no dreams disturb, and only the fragrance remains.

The End.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading it all (or scrolling all the way to the end if you're a lazy bastard :P). I hope you enjoyed my pretty much pointless bit of fanwank. ^_^