PARTIE UNE: Affaires et plaisir

Lestat was bored. He was sitting at a long oak table, surrounded by a bevy of attorneys, junior accountants and two bank representatives. He wondered sometimes why he did not just turn over power of attorney to one of them. Monsiuer Rimbaud perhaps. He couldn't, though. There were too many complexities involved in keeping a vast fortune running when you never died...indeed, never aged. He didn't need to pay close attention, really, although he *was* listening with half an ear. There were several matters that demanded his attention and it seemed that those present were determined to make the most of the time he spared them. Louis had told him to leaving the flat earlier that he ought to get everything over with all at once., that way he wouldn't have to keep going back to *finish up*. Louis was right, he supposed, but that didn't make it any less tiresome.

The young man sitting beside him shifted uncomfortably in his chair and Lestat spared him a glance. He searched the young man's mind for a name and came up with it. Blancmange. Lestat bit his lip so as not to grin suddenly. Still, he found the name unutterably amusing. The young man met his eyes and smiled a little,before turning his attention back to the head of the firm who was deep into his oration.

Lestat felt his cell phone vibrating and he took it out. He knew it was Louis because Louis was the only one with the number to this particular phone. He looked up and excused himself.

"Oui?" He said.

"I thought I might ease your boredom, Mon couer."
Lestat felt the fine hairs on his body prickle at the warm, caressing note in his lover's voice.

"Very thoughtful of you. " Lestat replied, The group around the table were doing various things to appear occupied and as if they were not listening curiously to their enigmatic client.. Lestat was not in the least concerned by their hidden scrutiny, but he *was* aware that Louis wished him to remain in his mortal role and thus he was supposed to maintain mortal standards of behavior in this situation.

"I knew you would be pleased. how are things progressing? Have you begun pacing the room,Mon lion?" Lestat could hear the smile in Louis' voice.

"Not yet. And everything is as expected." Lestat answered. He leaned back into his chair.

"I was just thinking my darling, of how noisily responsive you were earlier. You remember...when I had my cock buried in that beautifully tight ass of yours?"

"I see." Lestat said. Perhaps we can discuss this when I return later"

He glanced arond the room briefly. There was no sign of imaptience in anyone, but Lestat knew it was there.

"Of course, my darling, but please. Allow me to make *certain* that you will be able to stay to the completion of our affairs. It is most enervating that you must leave me so often to administer to such trivialities. So. If I may continue?.

Louis was thoroughly enjoying himself. he could so easily picture Lestat at this moment.

"Absolutely." Lestat said, carefully keeping his voice neutral.

"Upon your return to me, may expect you to ravish me? I am craving my treasure." Louis purred.

"Oh?" Lestat found himself suddenly unable to be still. "Well, I would enjoy that as well. I shall make it my first priority."

"Alas, as I am here all alone, I am driven to pleasuring myself as I anticipate your return. I know how you love to watch as I do this. Since you cannot see me, may I describe to you what I am doing?"

"By all means." Lestat replied. His voice was slightly thick.
~~~~~
Gerry Blancmange, seated beside Lestat, noticed the change in their estimable client's voice and he turned to look at Lestat curiously. Lestat's hand was on his own thigh, clutching it rather tightly. His jacket was open, and Gerry, who was quite enamoured of Monsiuer could not help but notice the impressive bulge at Lestat's crotch. He looked away quickly not wishing to be noticed staring.
~~~~~

Lestat listened as Louis lovingly described to him each movement of his hand, how it made him feel. The minute responses of his body. He suggested to Lestat that he might retire for a few private moments into the men's room where they might find some mutuual relief.

Lestat stood up abruptly, excusing himself distractedly and mumbling that he would return shortly. He locked the bathroom door, still listening to Louis' fevered murmurings.

"Une cher dieu, Louis comment aliene vous me faites..." Lestat growled. He leaned back against the door, fumbling at his fly with his free hand.

"Are you touching yourself, my love? Is your hand on my treasure?" Came Louis' urgent whisper.

"Yes. Yess...."

Painfully hard, Lestat took himself in hand and with Louis' salacious murmurings in his ear, he got off hard and quick. Sagging back against the wall, he regarded the floor bemusedly. He could hear Louis' soft laughter in his ear.

"Have you made a mess, 'Stat? You'd better clean it up. YOu don't want them to think you've murdered someone in there." Louis said in a sensible tone.

"There *will* be revenge, Pointe du Lac. Mark my words. The blonde vampire replied, laughing.

"I look forward to it, Monsieur. " Louis replied tranquilly. "Put the earplug in, my darling, so that I may continue speaking to you. I wouldn't want you to get bored."

~~~~~


Lestat returned to the boardroom, murmuring a polite apology as he re-seated himself. There was no sign that anything untoward had happened, not a hair out of place. The business at hand was concluded in short order and Lestat was kept entertained by Louis' licentious ramblings in his ear. He took polite leave of everyone and moved quickly toward the elevator. Behind him, Mr. Blancmange scuttled quickly down the hall and made it into the elevator just as the door closed. Lestat had the phone to his ear again and was speaking rapidly in French.

~~~~~
Standing as close to the blonde as he dared, Gerry Blancmange was staring in open admiration at Lestat. He spoke a little bit of French but the combination of Lestat's rapid speech pattern and the odd dialect he used left him nearly clueless as to what was being said. Lestat at last took notice of him, nodding distractedly, as he informed Louis that someone was in the elevator with him, one of the junior attorneys.

Louis took little notice of the remark until he heard the young man ask if Lestat would like a lift home. Before Lestat could refuse, Louis spoke.

"Tell him yes, Lestat." Louis said. He recognized the young man's voice and something in it made Louis wish to see the pup squirm. Or go insane. Whatever.

"On the way home tell him you'd like to stop somewhere for a drink. An *alcoholic* drink, my love. Don't do anything until I get there...you know where to go. I will join you shortly."

Louis hung up and Lestat tucked the little phone into his breast pocket, a little anticioatory shiver traveling his spine. Louis was in a creative mood this evening.

Blancmange had his hand on Lestat's arm, gazing at him expectantly. Lestat eyed him speculatively for a moment...rather like he was an appetizer, though the young lawyer totally misinterpreted the glance.

"Why not?" Lestat said, after a moment.

Bootlegged 451 - Article

subject:	BS//L*s**t's Tele of Mr. Blancmange/11-14/Pt.3/MW (all)
name:	Gairid
date:	Wed Apr 25 22:09:33 2001
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	PARTIE DEUX:LE SEDUCTION Lestat raised his head, looking toward the entrance to the crowded bar. He knew Louis was near; he'd caught his lovers' scent several minutes earlier. His eyes widened appreciatively when Louis sauntered in. Louis did not look over at him, instead, he walked directly to the bar, where several patrons eagerly made room for him. Lestat watched as he spoke briefly to the bartender, and then Louis turned his head to meet Lestat;s eyes over his shoulder. Louis smiled wickedly, nodding his head once. The Brat let his eyes rest for a slavering moment on Louis' ass before he turned his attention back to Mr. Blancmange. ~~~~~ When Louis' drink arrived, he took the mug in hand and left the bar, positioning himself with his back against the wall. He loved to watched the Brat in his mortal role; it excited him so. And this Mr. Blancmange. It was indeed the young man Louis had thought he was...one of the junior attorneys in the firm, that worked for them. *This* puppy did not have much of an idea of the scope of the hierarchy, apparently. As Louis watched, Lestat rose slightly from his chair. He leaned forward and held the young man's face in his hand, kissing him hard upon the mouth, his tongue a darting snake between the man's lips. From his place against the wall, Louis could hear the puppy gasp as Lestat claimed his mouth. Gerald Blancmange. And what a blancmange he was. He'd seen this one before, recognized the stink of him, even coated as it was with one of the strong fragrances of the day. He'd smelt lust upon him, seen his brown eyes crawl over Lestat on a few occasions. Lestat had even introduced them one evening when their paths crossed as he and Lestat were walking along Decatur. He remembered the young man's eyes flicking over him, unseeing, quickly locking on to Lestat's face...his mouth. Louis could understand the infatuation with his angel...who could resistLestat if Lestat chose to be charming? But did this one think he was worthy of Lestat in even the most primitive way? Oh, Louis begged to differ. He watched Lestat and could see that the Brat was thoroughly enjoying himself, enjoying the scenario. Another Game. Lestat had cordial relationships with many mortals. Indeed, he loved their attention, and in some cases commanded a good deal of devotion from some of them. On the other hand, Lestat *was* a vampire. Human Beings were *prey* and he had no real compunction about killing them. In fact, when the notion struck him few were safe...even if they were *not* evil-doers, impulsive creature that Lestat was. Louis watched, avid, as Lestat retreated, sitting back against his chair and regarding gerry with his best sleepy-eyed look. The mortal was exulting in what he perceived as some sort of coup. Louis dismissed him for the moment, concentrating upon Lestat. Lestat in his dark Versace suit and a blindingly white silk shirt. A narrow tie knotted about his neck. Lestat had even clipped his hair short for the meeting. The unfamiliar haircut made his arresting features sharper, more distinct. Louis idly wondered that the boy did not notice Lestat's elegantly beautiful fangs. Lous had seen Lestat flash them several times. ~~~~~ At the table, Gerry ran his hand along the taut line of Lestat's thigh for several minutes. He withdrew his hand and leaned forward, his elbows on the table. Lestat watched him with a good deal of amusement. He was not a bad looking young man..short dark hair, lawyerly mien, and in fit condition. He could smell the surging mix of human testosterone and adrenaline. It was not all Mr. Blancmange, either. Louis, prominently beautiful in a dar red silk shirt, his long legs sheathed in supple black leather, held the attention of more than a few people. Lestat was delighted at the interesting way the evening had begun to unfold, especialy after the stultifying tedium of the meeting earlier. Tedious, at least until Louis had rung him on the cell phone. "I hope you're not nervous, Gerry. I *can* call you Gerry?" Lestat asked in a beautifully resonant purr. Gerry nodded and smiled. "Sure. Gerry's fine. And I guess I am a *little* nervous. I had no idea that the night was going to take a turn for the better." And it has?" Lestat asked. "Oh yeah." Gerry said, watching as Lestat absently loosened his tie. He couldn't get over the fact that Lesat had taken him up on the ride...and then invited him for a drink. Especially since it seemed that he'd been talking to that Louis guy on the phone when they'd been in the elevator. Some pretty hot talk too, from what he'd been able to glean from Lestat's decidedly odd French. The fact was he was here with this gorgeous hunk of man. He noticed that Lestat was gazing at him in a particularly penetrating way. He took a healthy swallow of his beer to ease his suddenly dry mouth. " *You* need another beer." Lestat said in a light, teasing voice,smiling. He signaled the waiter. Gerry squinted at him, focusing on Lestat's mouth. "Hey cool!" He said. "You have those fangs! They look really good...Did you have a dentist do them or what? I like the secondary ones behind the long ones. I never saw that before. They look great!" "Thanks" Lestat said, licking his lips. "I thought I felt something sharp when you kissed me before. " Gerry murmured, looking longingly into Lestat's eyes. "I was surprised." "Yes, well I am full of surprises, Gerry." Lestat drew a lazy circle in the moisture on the table. He looked across the room and saw that Louis was being courted by several young men. Gerry turned to follow Lestat's gaze and he too saw Louis standing there. he looked quickly back at Lestat to see if he was upset, but Lestat's demeanor had not changed at all. Maybe they had some kind of understanding. He didn't care, really, he was just glad that Lestat still seemed to be interested in *him*. ~~~~~ Louis was fascinated watching his darling. He'd thought for a moment that Lestat was dazzling the young man, but then realized that he'd probably just brushed Gerry's surface thoughts. It seemed painfully obvious what Gerry was interested in. One of the young men that was yammering away into his left ear finally left seeing that Louis was less than interested. The other two seemed to be hanging in there, though. He'd seen Gerry look over at him, and considered going to the table at that moment, but decided that he wanted to watch a little longer....he wanted to see what Lestat might do. He felt his cock twitch and he closed his green eyes in brief bliss. 'Lestat.' He thought. ~~~~~~ "Why did you offer me a ride home?" Lestat asked, looking fetchingly at Gerry from beneath his golden lashes. "You must have known I had a way to get back. " Gerry shrugged self-consciously. He'd known it. A lomo, probably, So what? Those guys got paid whether they drove or just sat there. "Spur of the moment." He said. "Why'd you accept?" "I noticed your...interest in my lap during the meeting." Lestat replied, grinning. From across the room Louis' head lifted. He sensed a change in Mr. Blancmange, a heightening in his arousal. Lestat was a consummate flirt, he thought fondly. Two more of his entourage, the ones nearest him backed hastily away from him when he grinned rather ferally, his green eyes glittering. ~~~~~ "Can I ask you a question?" Gerry said. "By all means." Lestat answered, smiling. He'd seen Louis' head flick up and realized suddenly what he had said had aroused the mortal to sudden, painful rigidity. The Brat smiled to himself. "Are we gonna fuck tonight or not? Because if we aren't I would rather know *now*." "Straightforward, aren't you?" Lestat asked with a grin. "What's your hurry? Did you ever consider that I might wish to move along at a somewhat slower pace?" Gerry couldn't help himself he snorted laughter. "You don't expect me to beleive that do you?" He asked. He'd finished his beer and when the waiter approached he ordered another beer and a shot for good measure. He looked at Lestat's glass, still full. "Not drinking?" He said. "Not *yet*" Lestat conceded. His eyes were hazed. He lifted the mug to his lips and swallowed a little with a grimace. Gerry asked the waiter to bring them two shots of brandy instead of one. Gerry drank the rest of his beer, and as he did, his confidence soared. He reached across the table and brushed Lestat's gossamar hair back from the brilliant cerulean eyes. As he looked at Lestat it seemed to him that his blonde hair was somehow *longer*. Impossible of course. But then again he had not imagined that he would be in this position, hanging out with the wealthiest client the firm could boast...indeed one of the wealthiest men in the country...maybe the world. He'd seen the paperwork and being a resourceful person and a gifted hacker he'd seen numbers that he was most definately not supposed to be privy to. Mnsiuer de Lioncourt (ALWAYS MOnsiuer, NOT Mr. he'd been informed by his bosses) was not only a beautiful piece of ass but he was rich beyond dreams of avarice.

Gerry was enchanted by the dsoft look of desire he thought he detected in Lestat's disconceerting violet eyes.

~~~~~~~

Piece of ass?

Lestat struggled to keep his expression equable...*soft* for the puppy. It was palpable, the greed in this one. He could *almost* commiserate with Gerry. After all, many humans lusted for money, for status and power. What could this mortal really want from him. To replace his lover? How laughable. He wondered if Louis had *heard* Gerry thinking of him as a beautiful piece of ass.

Hacker. Oh yes, Gerry was a hacker. Lestat thought perhaps that he might also be thought of as a hacker. Was he not hacking Gerry's circular little mind?

Lestat was well aware of Gerry's disparaging opinion of Louis. He obviously could not...or would not *see* Louis. It was that niggling little thought in Gerry's mind that caused Lestat to notice him in the elevator in the first place. Some fleeting thought about he, Lestat, slumming with 'that black-haired Goth wannabe'. The meeting and introduction to Louis on Decatur Street several weeks earlier...Lestat had all but forgotten that. He could remember single kisses bestowed upon him by Louis two hundred and nine years ago, but the little meeting that loomed large in Gerry Blancmange's memory had made little to no impression upon Lestat's mind. Oddly, it was Louis that remembered the encounter. He's known who it was immediately when Lestat mentioned that someone was in the elevator with him, just by hearing Blancmange's voice.

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Piece of ass?

Such an arrogant young man, Louis thought, shaking his hair back from his face. Gerry turned to look again at Louis as Lestat paid the waiter for another round of drinks. He had a smug little grin on his face. Louis blew a playful kiss at him, and the look disappeared. Lestat deserved extra points for even being able to *pretend* interest in someone with such pedestrian predilections.

Lestat was leaning forward, speaking into the mortal's ear. Louis watched him, enthralled. The shorter hair lent a sort of curious nakedness to Lestat's neck. It had been ages since The Brat had cut his hair. Louis found himself staring, mesmerized by the perfect shape of Lestat's ear. He was roused from his contemplation by one of the young men near him, touching his shoulder with genuine concern and asking if he was all right. Louis smiled gently at him and assured him that he was fine. He excused himself and walked toward the table where Lestat held Blancmange's full attention.

~~~~~

Lestat looked up to see Louis approaching...and gods...didn't he look like sin? Perfect. Gerry saw him coming toward them too, and his face fell a little bit.

"Mind if I join the party?" Louis asked brightly as he pulled up a chair. He leaned over and kissed Lestat deeply before he sat down. He smiled winningly at Gerry. "Are you enjoying yourself...Mr. Blancmange, isn't it?"

Lestat leaned back in his chair, watching. Gerry's ardor seemed to have cooled a bit, but Lestat could see that he was finally looking at Louis with new eyes, taking real notice of him as opposed to just dismissing him. How he could ever have *not* noticed was completely beyond Lestat. Louis pulled his chair in closer to the table, intentionally pushing his leg against Gerry's.

"I'm not interrupting, am I?" Louis asked him. His green eyes were wide as he leaned forward, both arms on the table.

Gerry found himself curiously caught in that emerald gaze. His mouth worked as he tried to speak but he found that for the moment , at least, he was unable to make a sound. Louis helpfully pushed the fresh mug of beer towards him, and turned his head to look at Lestat.

Gerry too the mug and knocked back a long swallow, watching the black haired Louis over the rim of the glass. Louis was playfully loosening Lestat's tie. He turned back to Gerry.

"Come on! LIghten up! You lawyer types..." Louis shook his head, tsking. "Much too serious. It was nice of you to give Lestat a ride, Mr. Blancmange." He said, giving Gerry a sincere look.

"Gerry. We met a few weeks ago." Said Mr. Blancmange. Louis squinted at him, a puzzled look creasing his smooth brow. He brightened suddenly.

"Ohhhh, yeah. I remember. I've seen you drop stuff off at the house too. Legal stuff, I guess." Louis said, waving a hand vaguely.

Gerry nodded. He found himself starting to like Louis... alittle wierd, but he was really something to look at. Gerry couldn't think why he hadn't noticed before.

Lesta was vastly delighted. It was taking all of his control not to collapse into completely hysterical laughter. 'Legal stuf, I guess' He thought...and he suddenly erupted into giggles. Both Louis and Gerry paused to look at him questioningly. He just shook his head and smothered his laughter.
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Gerry's head was spinning. From the alcohol, but also fromt he situation he found himself in. He had been surprised when Louis joined them at the table. Maybe they did this sort of thing all the time...spice up their sex life or something. He looked from Lestat to Louis, thinking that in a dizzy sort of way he was horny as hell, and wondering just what was going on. Louis leaned even closer toward him and Gerry had the sensation that he was drowning in the green depths of his eyes. He could feel Louis' leg, pressed against his, and when he looked over at Lestat he shivered at the gaze leveled upon him. almost...predatory. He was painfully excited.

Gerry leaned consporitorially toward Louis.

"Mind if I ask you a question, Lou?" He said, beerily.

Lestat bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. 'Lou' of all things. The sudden scent of his blood distracted Louis for a moment and he looked at the blonde. Lestat stood.

"I'll be back in a minute." He said, smoothing his jacket.

"Gonna make some room, eh?" Gerry asked with a knowing air.

Lestat regarded him blankly.

"Yeah," Louis cut in. "Call of Nature,right 'Stat?"

Lesta grinned suddenly. "Right."

He moved away in the general direction of the men's room. When he saw that Gerry had turned his attention back to Louis he stoppped, taking his turn at observing.

~~~~~

"You were going to ask me a question?" Louis queried.

"Yeah...was that you on the cell with Lestat before?" Gerry asked. His brown hair was mussed, falling into his eyes.

"That was me, yes." Louis said. Gerry laid a hand over Louis'

"Well, I don't know what you said, but you sure had him going. " The young man said with a laugh.

"It was me who told Lesat to take the ride with you, you know." Louis said, matching Gerry's air of conspiracy.

Gerry smiled.

"Yeah? He was rubbing Louis' wrist with his thumb, wondering again how he could have missed just how knock-down gorgeous this guy was. "Why?"

"Let's just say I noticed you...you know...when Lestat introduced us that night over on Decatur?"

"You did?" Gerry asked, non-plussed.

"Mmm-Hmmm." Louis bit at his full lower lip,and lifted Gerry's hand. He turned it over and ran his fingernail over the blue tracery of veins in the mortal's wrist.

"I could tell you didn't notice *me* that night." Louis continued, gazing into the puppy's large brown eyes.

Gerry looked at him rather sheepishly, reaching for his beer and drinking to cover his awkwardness.

"But you are noticing me *now*, aren't you?" Louis went on.

Gerry couldn't speak. He only nodded.

~~~~~
Louis turned in his chair slightly, moving so that his face was nearly touching Gerry's. He pulled at Gerry's loosened tie, opening it further. His fingers worked, unbuttoning the second button of the young man's shirt. He could smell the mortal's arousal, hear the thump of his heart. Leaning in he rasped once at Gerry's ear with his rough tongue. Gerry gasped, surprised, pulling away slightly at the unexpected feeling.

"I said..." Louis whispered into Gerry's ear, "...you are noticing me *now* aren't you?"

Gerry moaned softly. Seed pearls of sweat gleamed on his upper lip.

Lestat chose that moment to return with another mug of beer for Blancmange. He set it down and Gerry jumped as if burned.

"Well, are we all getting to know one another here?" Lestat asked, dark hilarity dancing in his dilated violet eyes. "I just knew you would like Louis once you got to know him. Lestat grinned rather ferociously at Gerry.

Louis leaned back in his chair, smiling at Lestat. He was amused at the possessive streak the Brat could not seem to entirely subdue.

"My, but you *have* become the center of attention, Gerry. Are you enjoying yourself? We aren't making you uncomfortable are we? I know Louis can be quite...intense." Lestat sat down, drawing his chair close to Gerry on the other side.

Gerry swallowed convulsively, his dry throat clicking. He took a grateful sip of the fresh beer that Lestat had brought.

Lestat put an arm around the back of Gerry's chair. The mortal looked helplessly from Lestat to Louis and then back to Lestat again.

"Oh, don't look so worried, Ger." Louis chided. "Do we look like we're going to bite?"

Lestat snorted laughter, and Gerry after a confused moment, joined in, out of sheer nervousness. He was still desperately excited, but he felt distinctly out of his depth.

"Just relax, Gerry. We're here to have a little fun, right? You're awfully jumpy." Lestat patted the young man amiable on the shoulder. "Here. Finish the beer. Then we'll take a walk. You look like you could use some fresh air, Gerry. Seriously. " Lestat said. He leaned close to Gerry's ear.

"Wait until you see Louis' ass in those pants. You'll forget all about being nervous." Lestat grinned wickedly.

"I heard that." Louis said, shaking his hair back. He stood up and Gerry suddenly found himself staring straight at Louis' crotch. Lestat leaned back, watching with gleeful satisfaction.

"Well? Are we going?" Louis asked.

"That's not his ass," Lestat remarked, "But I can recommend that view as well."

Louis shifted his weight onto one leg and nudged Gerry's foot with the toe of his boot. No response. Gerry was captivated by the way the pants rode so low on Louis' hips...and jesus...the outline of his cock...he was certain he was seeing things.

"Oh, you aren't *that* drunk, Monsieur Blancmange, " Lestat chuckled, leaning so that his chin rested on Gerry's shoulder. He joined Gerry in admiring Louis.

You aren't hallucinating either, I can assure you." Lestat said. He nipped sharply at Gerry's earlobe and licked at the tiny drop of blood he'd drawn. Gerry gasped, but was still unable to tear his gaze form Louis' groin. "Tell me Gerry," Lestat said conversationally. "Do you pitch or catch?"

Louis caressed himself over the taut leather, effectively stopping the conversation.

"Do I have your attention?" He asked, "Good. Now. Are we leaving or am I going to stand here all night with you and the strangely silent Mr. Blancmange staring at me all night?"

"Pitch or catch?" Lestat whispered. He grinned up at Louis.

"Pitch." Gerry managed to choke out.

"Good. See? That was easy. Now...do you still wish to know if we are, as you so bluntly put it earlier..." Lestat nipped his ear again. "..do you still wish to know if *we* are going to fuck...or not?" He sucked on the warm earlobe for a moment. "You seemed very anxious for an answer earlier."

"Pitch, huh?" Louis interrupted, "Well allow me to inform you that Lestat has the most exquisitely tight ass." The black haired vampire murmured, moving his hand upon himself.

"He *does* love to flatter. But Gerry...look at him, I mean seriously. How could I *not* feel tight when surrounding such a beautifully large cock?" Lestat's hand was around Gerry's waist and he was kneading the mortal's upper thigh. Gerry was panting like a racehorse at the end of the quarter mile.

"Easy there, Gerry." Lestat said into his ear. "Control yourself. You'll ruin those nice torusers."

The Brat eased up on the thigh stroking.

"Let's go." Louis said, turning abruptly.

"See?" Lestat said, immediately. "Just *look* at that ass. Tell me you wouldn't want to sink yourself into *that*. Go on. I dare you to say you wouldn't want to." He demanded.

Louis turned his head to look at Lestat.

"You are becoming vehement, my darling." He said mildly.

Gerry shook his head as if to clear it. He felt addled with lust...felt as though he might be dreaming. There were so many bizarre overtones to the evening.

Blancmange looked down, watching Lestat's hand idly massaging his thigh. He suddenly twisted his body and put his hand behind the blonde's head, kissing the lush teasing mouth. Lestat was momentarily startled, but he allowed this. The puppy was becoming too quiet...his wind was up. Even in his inebriated state something was telling him that all was not quite as it seemed. Lestat liked it when he'd been more *participatory*, and so wished to lull the boy. He was quite a bit less enamoured o the taste of beer on the boys' tongue than it appeared Gerry was of his own particular taste.

Louis watched as Lestat drew back. He sensed that Gerrys' intoxication was more than the alcohol working on him. Yes indeed. He turned again to walk to the door, knowing that Lestat's eyes were on him. Lestat rose to follow.

Gerry was still sitting down, watching Louis, Those long legs sheathed in tight black leather, and that perfect ass. He had a sudden mental image of himself riding that ass. Blancmange felt himself suddenly hauled to his feet, one of Lestat's amazingly strong hands on his arm, painfully tight.

"Button your jacket, little bunny. You're ruining the lines of your suit." Lestat said.

Gerry turned to face Lestat, doing as he was told. He had to look up for he was a good four inches shorter than Lestat.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"You'll see. Come on...it's too crowded in here. We could use a bit of privacy, don't you agree?" Lestat gestured toward the door.

PARTIE TROIS:FONCEE LA DANSE

Herding Gerry in front of him, Lestat got them through the crush of mortals and out onto the street. Louis stood watching their progress, his lips quirking with amusement. It had been hours since Lestat clipped his hair and it had grown several unruly inches. Even as he watched, Lestat ran his hand impatiently through it, shoving Gerry along. Louis could sense the Brat's annoyance with the uncooperative mortals milling about. Imagine..them getting in the way of *his* plans if only for mere seconds. How he loved his Brat.

He caught Gerry as Lestat gave him a final push when the reached the recessed doorway where Loius waited for them. It was hardly less crowded there, what with Louis attracting the admiring attention of passers by.

"Why is it so *crowded* out here? What day is it?" Lestat demanded, irritated.

He imediately forgot his irritation as he watched Louis grapple with their wobbly little bunny, who was owlishly blinking up into the black haired vampires' beautiful face, one hand caressing the burgundy silk of Louis' shirt.

"It's Friday." Gerry said brightly. "That's why it's crowded." Louis steadied him. Blancmange was unconsciously rubbing his upper arm in the place where Lestat had gripped him in the bar a few minutes earlier.

They flanked Gerry on either side, a rather incongruous trio. Gerry Blancmange, Esq. in his slightly rumpled, mid-priced, but good suit, dark hair mussed and weaving a little. Lestat, impeccable in his dark Versace, his hair a veritable halo around his head, tie loosened. Louis, most incongruous of all in his seductive fuck-me outfit of silk and leather, his raven hair spilling gorgeously over his shoulders and down his back.

The look on Lestat's face at that moment was a look he'd worn often in the early days when he and Louis would prowl New Orleans and do just this sort of thing. The heady first days of their union. Lestat wasn't thinking of that at all as he walked, rather he was focused on the moment at hand as he tended to do. Louis, however had craned his neck over Blancmange's head and caught Lestat's expression devilishly innocent somehow. It made Louis' heart squeeze and take a little jump in his chest. The Brat was clearly enjoying himself.

Louis steered them up Rue Toulouse knowing that Lestat had no thought-out destination in mind, leaaving it to Louis to attend to the matter of where they would take Gerry. He turned into the doorway of a crowded Irish pub, a rather touristy spot, actually.

"We're going in *here*?" Gerry asked, seeming disappointed. He'd been anticipating a little more than just another drink.

"We own the building, Gerry." Lestat said. They made it to the far end of the bar,. Louis was there already, leaning across it, speaking to the bartender. The bartender nodded to him as he drew a pint from the tap with the ease of long practice. Louis waited as he pushed the pint toward a young woman.

The bartender looked around and spied Lestat, giving him a friendly nod as he fished a set of keys from beneath the bar and dropped them into Louis' outstretched hand. By that time Gerry was beside Louis with Lestat behind him. Louis asked the bartender to pull a long pint for their friend and Lestat spoke into Gerry's ear.

"We have a nice place upstairs. Have another drink. Relax a little." Lestat's hand slid around Gerry's chest and beneath his jacket. He tweaked Gerry's nipple through his shirt. "You need to take five here, boy. Your heart's like a triphammer." He withdrew his hand and the next thing Gerry knew his ass was being groped.

Gerry turned his head, leaning back a little.

"Upstairs? Here?" He said dubiously, Jesus, those eyes of Lestat's. And the hand, insistently kneading.

Louis placed the mug of dark, rich-smelling Guinness in front of Blancmange.

"Looks can be deceiving, Gerry. That's something you should always remember." Louis remarked. He turned to Lestat and spoke to him rapidly in French. Lestat nodded and Louis disappeared through the back exit.

"Where did Lou go?" Gerry asked, sipping at the dark brew and grimacing a little. He wasn't sure about the taste.

Lestat gritted his teeth. Lou. What *was* it with mortals that every single name had to be cut back to a single syllable? He supposed he should be glad that Gerry had not taken to calling him 'Les'.

"He went upstairs...to turn the lights on...you know..." Lestat waved his hand vaguely. "We'll join him when you are done. You want to, don't you? I mean, I wouldn't want you to do anything you are not comfortable with." Lestat said, a solicitous note in his voice. His lips loomed dangerously, intoxicatingly close to Gerry's.

"Are you kidding? I can't wait to see you naked." Blancmange said in what Lestat supposed was his rather clumsy seduction mode. The blonde once again bit hard at his inner cheek.

"You *do* say what's on your mind, don't you?" Lestat chuckled. He put his hand between Gerry's legs and caressed him once...and then once again, before withdrawing his hand. The bunny would come upstairs and the bunny would squeak a little, he thought. His eyes narrowed and he pushed down a sudden, welling desire to just drain the boy dry. Fleeting desire.

When he felt Lestat's hand upon him, he'd thought for a moment he was going to lose it, just shoot his load right there, but Lestat seemed to have a sense for just how much was enough. Lestat smiled engagingly, his blonde hair in his eyes. Gerry shivered again...something unidentifiable...but before he could put a name top it, the look vanished leaving him to wonder if he had seen it at all.

"You've been watching me for a while, haven't you?" Lestat said softly. His voice brought all the tiny hairs on Gerry's body to prickling attention.

"You knew?" Gerry asked, slightly embarrased. He knew he'd probably be more embarrassed if he'd been sober. He swallowed more of the Guinness.

"Is that why you took the ride?" He asked.

"I took the ride because Louis suggested that we might spend an interesting evening together, the three of us." Lestat answered.

"What's his deal, anyway?" Gerry blurted out. "Is he kinky, or what?"

Lestat cocked one golden eyebrow and licked his lips.

"Louis' tastes often run to the rather exotic." He confirmed. "Although I am not sure just what you mean by *kinky*."

Gerry shrugged.

"Maybe I am assuming too much." He said nervously, not wanting to offend Lestat.

"I told you. You don't have to do anything you don't *want* to do, Gerry. But I wonder, Gerry...I wonder of you really know what you want."

"What do you mean?" Gerry's brow furrowed.

"Well you barely know me. And you know Louis even less. For all you know, we could be dangerous."

Gerry, who had just taken a sip of his drink choked as he laughed.

"Dangerous? No way. I tust my instincts, man. When are we going upstairs?" He took the liberty of placing his hand upon Lestat's well-muscled thigh.

"I like you Gerry. You don't play games." Lestat said, standing up. "Come upstairs, little bunny, and we'll dance."

Gerry followed Lestat out the back exit , into a dark, very eerie courtyard.The space was enclosed...the back of the building bulked black against the cloudy night sky. The facade was old...crumbling, the windows boarded up. There was a little shop there at the back, already closed for the evening. Gerry looked at Lestat standing by a set of rickety stairs.

"Don't trust me, cher? " Lestat said, in a soothing tone. He loomed over Gerry, pressing his *presence*... He pressed Gerry against the crumbling brick wall...he could smell the mineral scent of the water in the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Over that was the smell of warm, human blood; the thinnest of barriers holding that pleasure from Lestat's thirst. He pushed the mortal flat against the wall and plundered his mouth until Gerry was wheezing helplessly, due as much to Lestat's ardent kisses as to the press of Lestat's groin to his.

Gerry, who normally felt quite in control of himself in most, if not, all situations, for the first time in himself giving in. He clutched hungrily at Lestat's back, at his shoulders. He lost himself in the Blonde's insistent embrace. He knew that he had never felt *anything* like the press of this man against him.


Hard...So hard....and the *taste* of him was so overwhelming. Gerry felt his body responding, arching toward him: he was doing no more than holding the boy to him.

Lestat released him, moving back slightly. He'd felt himself at the edge of control, a slice of fangs away....insistently kissing him.

Lestat released him, moving back slightly. He'd felt hmself at the edge of control... a slice of the fangs away from devouring the bunny. Gerry, mistaking one desire for another, gasped at the hardness his hand encountered. Lestat allowed this exploration

"Let's go, Monsieur, we don't want Louis to think we have forgotten him.," Lestat said. His voice held a ragged note and once again Gerry shivered, following the taller man as they moved gracefully up the stairs. Lestat turned to look at him from halfway up. Gerry could see him in the dim light cast by the weak light over the exit door and the light coming form the shop window across the courtyard. He looked beautiful. He looked lethal.

"You hesitate, Gerry. " Lestat said. His voice was calm, but it held dark promise...oh, yes it held the promise of bliss unimagined.

"Are you coming? You can still walk away, little bunny. Maybe you *should*."

Lestat smiled. Gerry looked again into those eyes, irridescent and compelling, and he moved up the stairs, following Lestat. At each boarded up window sat a teddy bear...all of them dirty, looking as though they had been there years upon years, their dead eyes staring sightlessly into the darkness. They were seriously creeping Gerry out.

When they reached the landing, the door swung open. Lestat placed a hand on Gerry's shoulder, pushing him gently inside, He closed the door behind him.
When Gerry's eyes adjusted to the light, breathed out a long sigh. Once again he felt as though he had stepped into a strange, beautiful dream. Coming from the dingy back of the building and the eerie, dark courtyard into the room he found himself standing in was the most startling juxtaposition.

The furnishings were exquisite...antiques he assumed, although he had no eye for such things, Bathed in the soft glow of candles and looking as opulent as his surroundings, Louis stood across the room. His gleaming eyes were focused upon Lestat...he barely seemed to notice Gerry. He stood poised, as if to move forward, sleek in his leathers, the deep red of his shirt accentuating the startling whiteness of his skin.

Lestat nudged Gerry.

"Please make yourself comfortable." The blonde said, moving with him into the room. Gerry sat down on a long, plush sofa covered with deep plum-colored velvet. He stroked the fabric as he peered around the room. He'd never seen anything quite like it. The room gave off a feeling of sensuous decadence. There was a scupture in a wall niche, male lovers, locked in a fevered kiss. The sculpture was formed in cold, rose-colored marble, but it somehow exuded heat.

The colors woven through the room all held warm, rich noted, and he noticed that the artwork, the paintingson the walls were all erotic works, some muted, otheres quite explicit. All of them were paintings of Louis and Lesat. Lestat with his goldenhair a lion's mane as it had been before he'd clipped it short.

"How do you like out little hide-away?" Louis asked. He came across the room,, moving with feline fluidity. He handed Gerry a drink.

"This is incredible," Gerry said, "I've never seen anything like it. The paintings are beautiful. Who is the artist?"


"A friend of ours. He lives in Metairie, actually." Louis relpied.

"It looks as though you had a lot of fun modeling for these." Gerry said, giggling at his own inebriated wit. He took a sip of the drink that Louis had given him, and frowned a little.

"What *is* this?" He asked, staring into the glass as though it might hold the answer.

"Absinthe. La verte fee. You've heard of it?"

"Absinthe? Isn't it illegal or something? he looked at the green liquer.

"It is, yes. But Gerry, you can't tell me you have not indulged in some of life's illicit pleasures, illegal though they might be. Hmmm?" Lestat said, sitting beside him on the sofa.

"It's known to enhance love-making, " Louis said, sitting beside himon the other side, his thigh snugged familiarly against Gerry's.

Gerry sipped gingerly at it again, grimacing at the bitter, herbal taste of it.

"Are you having any?" He saw they both had glasses.

"I've indulged before." Louis said off- handedly. "Although it *has* been a while. Who knows? I may again this evening." His eyes were drawn to the pulsing vein in Gerry's neck.

~~~~~~~~~~

Lesta smiled, watching Louis. The absinthe was a good touch. If they decided to let the bunny live through the festivities it might be that having something to blame for the extraordinary experience would save Gerry from being permanently unhinged.

Or not.

Lestat placed his glass on the table and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it indifferently to the floor, He ran a sharp nail down Gerry's neck, and waited as the mortal sipped at his drink a little more. It was not long before the effects of the absinthe, on top of the quantitiy of alcohol he'd already consumed had Blancmange feeling disoriented and extremely horny. Lestat thought that the human's palpable excirtement might have something to do with the way Louis was tonguing Gerry's neck.

Louis drew back, and then, moving slowly, he turned his body sot that he was kneeling up on the sofa, facing Gerry. He leaned forward, kissing the mortal deeply, his tongue twisting and probing, pushing Gerry back so that he was reclining against Lestat.

The Brat also turned, briefly lifting Gerry so that he was able to draw one long leg beneath him and against the back of the sofa. He slid his arms around the bunny's chest. Louis removed the lawyers' tie and unbuttoned Gerry's shirt.

Gerry, lying back against Lestat, positioned between hiis rock-hard thighs felt, in a dazed sort of way that there was more going on here than he liked to think about. And it was so *difficult* to think, that was the thing, with the whispered words of these two beautiful creatures, the kisses that made him feel like he might burst into flame at any moment.

Gerry felt himself being undressed, knew that his clothing was being stripped roughly from him and tossed aside. Nothing *hurt*, and he felt no sense of violation. He felt fear...and he felt desire, and it seemed to him that the two were intertwined. His cock..never harder...at full and rigid attention. He could feel Lestat's hardness against his ass, and Louis' body now laid at full length over his own. Lestat was still clothed, he could feel the soft cashmere trousers. Gerry fumbled with the ties of Louis' silky shirt, releasing them finally and sliding the dark silk over Louis' shoulders. He clutched feverishly at Louis' leather-clad ass. He felt Lestat's hand between them, opening his fly. Lestat took himself in hand even as he pushed his trousers down over his hips, wriggling. Gerry was pressed between them, his skin tingling, breathing harshly.

Louis stilled himself...stilled the undulations of his body and reached for the glass of absinthe.

"Open your mouth, Gerry," Louis whispered. "...and extend your tongue."

Gerry did as he was told. Lestat flicked lazily at the mortal's nipples, hard as two little peas. Gerry stretched his tongue and Louis carefully...deliberately spilled the absinthe upon his tongue, drop by drop.
When it was gone, Louis put the glass down and Gerry felt Louis push his face between his thighs. He tensed, thinking Louis was going to go down on him, but that didn't happen. What he felt was a sharp sting upon his inner thigh. What he FELT was Louis' silky hair trailing over his thighs. What he FELT was the hardness of Lestats' cock pushed against the crease of his ass. The thing he didn't feel was the blood draining from his body as Louis suckled his torn femoral artery. He was trembling, his mind awash with jumbled images of tangled limbs, flesh slapping flesh with sticky wet heat.

Louis lifted his head from between Gerry's splayed thighs. His mouth was stained scarlet with the stolen part of Gerry's life. Gerry tried to twist away but Lestat held him fast. Louis slashed his finger open and let a few drops of his blood fall upon the bleeding wound on the mortal's thigh. Louis didn't want him bleeding to death on them. Satisfied that the wound was closed, he rose to his feet.
"Non, little bunny, little sweet bunny," Lestat crooned in his ear. "Don't act so shocked. Why are you afraid? You are here by your own choice, are you not?"

Louis stood, smiling benignly at him, and Gerry could see that his fine porcelain skin held a faint rosy hue. The blood was gone from Louis' lips..he had licked it waya...cat-like. carefully.

Louis loosened the crossed lacings of his leather trousers and eeled out of the pants,peeeling them away from his skin. He bent over gracefully as he skinned the hide over his legs, his raven hair obscuring his face. Spellbound, Gerry watched him as he stood with his shoulders back, his cock jutting erect from his body, moon-white, the throbbing head of it opalescent as he kicked the pants to on side.

"Is he not beautiful?" Lestat whispered. "Do you know what you are gifted with to see him so? Does he not steal the very breath from you?"

"Yess...ohh, yes..." Gerry mumbled. He was no longer struggling. Lestat's hand was on him, between his legs, stroking his cock, and it was delicious, burning him, his desire a tongue of flame centered at his core. Louis reached a hand to him and he took it and Lestat released him as Louis pulled him to his feet. Louis' flesh was smooth, somehow hard and yielding at the same time.

'Monsters.' Gerry Blancmange thought, enclosed in Louis' embrace, feeling the white cock pressed tightly into his belly. Louis' long fingers parted his buttocks, invaded him.'Monsters, they are monsters and I am doomed, I'm lost and I don't care, I don't...'

The thought was cut off cleanly when Louis released him and he felt himself turned so that he was looking into Lestat's eyes, iridescent and glittering with dark humor. Lestat was naked too, his flesh shining in the glow of the candle, and his hair...his hair touching the broad mass of his shoulders, tumbled wild about his face.

"Monsters..." Gerry breathed, reaching to touch the silky fineness of the golden mane.

"I'm hurt that you think me so, Monsieur." Lestat said. "Why, it was not so long ago that you were thinking what a gorgeous piece of ass I was. Have you changed your mind? And I believe you had another passing thought."

Lestat scratched his head and creased his brow. "Something about riding Louis' ass? Have you changed your mind about *that* as well? Really, Gerry, I'm disappointed. A little absinthe and all coherent thought flies from you."

Gerry heard music...had it been there all along? It must have been. Lestat stopped talking. He was staring at Gerry's cock. Still erect.

"Fear does not dull your lust, I see. And I know you are afraid, little bunny, little man...I can smell it on you, it spices your blood." Lestat dropped to is knees before the trembling mortal and Gerry gasped as his cock was engulfed fully but that hot and hungry mouth. Gerry moved to put his hands on the golden head.

"Don't hold his head." Louis warned from behind him.

Lestat's hands held Louis' hips still, gripping him painfully hard...he felt the rasp of Lestat's tongue and the powerful suckling. With a strangled cry he came...came harder than he had ever come in his life, and when Lestat let go of him he staggerd backwards, falling onto the couch.
Lestat psicked up Gerry's shirt and spat awkwardly into it.

"No offense." He grinned. "There's only one thing I can swallow, and it isn't *this*."

"Well, *that* was over fast." Louis said in aggrieved tone. Gerry was still panting. He looked down at himself and noticed the bruised imprint of Lestat's thumb at the crease of his thighs.

"And Lestat...there are *two* things you can swallow. I have felt you swallow *me* many times, my precious one."


PARTIE QUATRE:RAVISSEMENT

Lestat turned to look at Louis. Lover. COnsort. His teasing words hung in the air.

"Precious?" Lestat asked. He moved a step toward Louis.

"You *are* my precious one, Lestat, as you well know. Still, my darling, you m ust not forget our guest, You have afforded him some pleasure, I see. Should we not....fulfill his fantasy? Lestat? My own..." Louis whispered. "Will you? Because he *thinks* he is mad for you...I am curious, cher. Curious to to if he can withstand you. Will your exquisite heat hurt him? Enhance his pleasure? Perhaps kill him? I am so curious, sweeting. And if you should so choose I would be so drawn to watching you receive him. I wonder, Lestat wil you feel his pliant mortal flesh?"

Louis' arms were snaked about Lestat's shoulders, his fingers snagged in the pale fire of Lestat's hair.

Lestat, basking in Louis' embrace, turned his face to be kissed. Louis obliged him, lingering in his mouth for several minutes as Gerry watched. Louis releasaed Lestat's mouth.

"Will you?" Louis murmured, licking slaciously at Lestat's ear. "Will you, Mon lion?"

Lestat chuckled warmly, The sound was reverberant...melodious. A sort of purring buzz underlying it."

"He wants to fuck me. "

He shrugged, running his fingers through Louis' coaldust hair.

"You know I would do anything to please you, cheri. And *feel* him? Well, we shall see. I am, of course, used to *your* attenions, chaton. He's pretty randy, though, our own peu de lapin, isn't he?" Lestat murmured. He gazed at Gerry, still recovering form Lestat's blowjob.

"He's young." Louis remarked. He let go of Lestat and crossed the room. "And you tend to have quite an effect on people, 'Stat, in case you were not aware. Louis sat down upon a chaise, covered in gold brocaade. After a moment he reclined back upon it, one hand draped carelessly on the carved wood gracing the high side. A pair of graceful swans, Gerry saw. The mortal had indeed recovered somewhat. He glanced at the glass, empty ion the little table near him, and then back at Louis. The black haired vampire had taken hold of his cock, stroking himself languidly. H caught the flick of Gerry's eyes to the empty glass.

"Lestat?" Louis said, his hand still moving slowly as his eyes met those of his lover.

"Oui?" Lestat stood at the mantle, his eyes on Louis' pale form.

"It seems as though Gerry has a taste for absinthe, Perhaps you should pour him a little more? Don't forget the sugar, my love."

Lestat blinked and then took Gerrys glass to the oak sideboard. The green liquid glinted in the cut glass decanter. Lestat retrieved a sugar cube, and poured the green liquer over it into the glass.

He handed the glass to Gerry and sat down beside him. Blancmange took it, his eyes locked to Lestat's violet gaze, and he drank it down.

"Let's talk about what you want Gerry, shall we? He murmured, brushing the mortals lips with his. He caught the bitterness of the absinthe and beneath that,the scent of Gerry's pulsing life. He kissed the young man roughly ans was surprised to feel him respond to that with a little roughness of his own. Lestat was aroused, not so much at the attention as by the heady scent of gerry's blood. He allowed Gerry to push him backward.

Gerry , feeling a little more in control of himself in this more aggressive role, lowered his head to Lestat's chest, licking his way to the Brat's nipple, drawing it into his mouth and pulling at it with his teeth. He felt Lestat's hand on his back.

"You can bite a little harder than *that*" Lestat murmured. In truth, he could barely feel any of what the boy was doing. From the corner of his eye he saw Louis rise from the chaise and disappear from the room. He was only gone from the room for a few moment. He came back, and stood above them, meeting Lestat's eyes as gerry moved upon the blonde's body. He held up a small bottle of lubricant, a little grin on his mouth. He placed it on the table beside Gerry's glass and returned to the chaise.

"You *know* he'll think you need it." Louis said as he resumed his lanourous stroking. Gerry looked up at the sound of Louis voice, and Lestat smiled lazily at him.

"I don't know, Gerry. This seems rather hal-hearted," He said, brushing at Gerry's hair.

"Make me *want* it, chiot," Lestat growled suddenly.

The command in that voice. The power behind it. Had he really thought he'd had some control? He was grateful for the haze he moved in, grateful that he was not as afraid as perhaps he should be. Grateful for the lust that had taken hold of him. He looked into the fierce eyes, and leaned to take Lestat'smouth in a kiss, biting at the lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Lestat laughed.

"Better. The blonde murmured, pushing Gerry up. Gerry looked questioningly at Lesat.
From across the room, Louis' voice, a warm caress.


"Gerry, if you want him, you have to get up off of him. I know how difficult *that* can be, cher, but you are in an awkward position there. Are you *sure* you have done this before?" The caress had turned into a taunt, "Perhaps, Lestat, you can lean over the chair, there. I have a feeling un peu lapin would like to take you from the rear, my angel."

Gerry flashed Louis a sudden, venomous look, as he moved back off of Lestat, reaching for the bottle of lube, Lestat sat up and touched Gerry's face.

"You'd like that, cher?" The blonde whispered. The nearness of Lestat's face, his mouth, drove the flash of anger right out of Gerry's head. Lestat kissed him, and smiled encouragingly, taking the little bottle from him.

Lestat poured a bit of the oil into his palm and took Gerry's cock into his hand, massaging him...coating him. Gerry groaned, watching Lestat's hand on him.

Gerry was hard...for a mortal, Lestat supposed. How excited the man was. Lestat was rather fascinated by it; he'd left off reading the bunny's confused thoughts, paying attention instead to his responses. He'd been startled by the flash of ire toward Louis, and was even more surprised when Gerry pulled his hand away, grasping his wrist tightly and standing to pull him across the chair that Louis had indicated.

Lestat obligingly leaned over it, wiggling is ass a little.

"That..*that*...is the ass of God, Gerry." Louis remarked. His voice was distant and he was leaning forward. Lestat could see him when he turned his head to one side. He felt Gerry's hands on his hips, and felt the head of the mortal's cock pressing into him, swallowed by his heat. Gerry moaned as he was taken in, seared...*enveloped*.

"Oh my god..."

The whispered words. Supplication? Worship? Or a cry for deliverance? Gerry didn't know. He had never felt anything like Lestat, never thought he could burn this way. Overcome, he was unable to hold back. The terrible fire tore his orgasm from him, consuming him. He fell forward over Lestat's back, but felt hands upon him from behind. Louis pulled him from the blonde, his eyes dripping green fire. He lifted Gerry off his feet and tossed him onto the sofa as though he were a bundle of rags.

Lestat was standing upright when Louis turned back to him, and then they were on each other, snarling savagely as they grappled with one another. Gerry, not moving from the position he had landed in watched with a sort of exalted horror as Lestat tore at Louis' throat. The blonde groaned raggedly as his mouth filled with blood. Louis threw his head back, submitting for the moment, his nails raking deep, bleeding furrows from Lestat's lower back and buttocks.

Lestat moved his lover backwards until he was pressed against the sideboard, knocking the crystal decanters that stood upon it to the floor. He released Louis' hroat. Louis tangled his hands in the the thick blonde hair and pulled Lestat to him, kissing him deeply. Louis managed to reverse positions with Lestat and now it was the Brat with his ass pushed against the sideboard. Louis lifted him up so that he was perched on the edge of the heavy oak piece and Lesta locked his legs around Louis' waist. The were suddenly both quite still, eyes locked together, and Lestat felt that curious merging of their thoughts, that feeling that he could see with his lovers' eyes...as close to oneness as two separate creatures could bee. The universe had narrowed to the space between their locked eyes and the unnatural life that pulsed beneath he skin of their two bodies, the blood that gave them their life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vampires. They were vampires. He'd heard whispers. At the office, whispers about Lestat. He had not believed them. Gerry watched them as if from a distance, the moorings of his sanity stretched to the point of snapping. That sting...that *bite* on his inner thigh earlier...Louis had been drinking his ferchrissakes *blood*. He'd seen it on Louis' lips, the redness, and he had refused to believe what he had seen. Would they kill him? Would they drink his blood? Drain him? Surely not. He fgiggled to himself and watched as Louis drove his cock...that hard, moon-pale cock into Lestat's willing body, that place he had so recently vacated...the narrow space that had nearly burned him alive. Perhaps it *had*...perhaps his brain was being slowly roasted within the confines of his skull. He struggled to sit up. Spied the bottle on the table and grasped at it with trembling fingers, tipping the bottle up and drinking the bitter liquer.

He watched them as they tore at one another, as Lestat roared out his passion, Louis's blood-dlicked cock ramming in and out of the blonde vampires' body. Louis, chanting feverish obscenities as he strove with his angel, ferocious and needful. Lestat's head moving with a vipers speed as he again battened on Louis' torn throat.

Gerry watched. He was in an ecstasy of fear, but strangely unable to move. The absinthe? Maybe it was. Or maybe it was that he could not tear himself from that which was unfolding before him. He was afraid...he was enthralled as he watched Lestat drinking froom Louis. Louis' ecstatic chanting continued, unabated. When Lestat's dilated eyes opened and found Gerry's over Louis' heaving back, Gerry felt his consciousness flying from him, bringing with it a darkness in which he tumble and twisted in strange, bloody dreams.
PARTIE CINQUE: LA CAPRICE DES DIEUX

When Gerry awakened, he was unsure where he was. He was afraid to move, thinking he must surely be sporting the world's worst hangover. He lay still and focused on the furniture. He knew suddenly where he was and gingerly lifted his head, Oddly, he felt no pain, just a slight dizziness. He was covered with a light blanket, and when he looked beneath it he found that he was clothed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He had no memory of putting them on.

He wondered how long he had been asleep. The windows afforded no view to the outside so the clock, reading 6:46 was of no help to him. The flat looked as it had when he had entered it with Lestat...whenever *that* had been. There was again the soft glow of candles and muted classical music. He could hear the patter of a shower from somewhere in the flat. Lestat. Oh Jesus! What a night. His mind was sluggish and he felt strangely unable to retrieve the details of what had happened before he had passed out. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, wondering why he did not feel much worse.

"Bon soir, Gerry. You've slept the day away. " Came a voice, soft and musical. Gerry started, looking around.

It was Louis, seated in a wing chair by the fireplace. His face...his beautiful face was painted byt the flicker of the the flames. He was dressed as well in soft denim jeans and a loose, black shirt, open at the throat, the sleeves very full. He had one leg tucked underneath him. He'd been sitting and watching Gerry the entire time.

"I didn't see you there." Gerry said. "Is it Saturday?"

"It is indeed. There is an unoccupied bathroom that way. First door on your left, of you would like to...cleanse your mouth. Freshen up....whatever."

Louis waved his hand in an impossibly elegant manner. Gerry stood up and smiled tentatively at Louis.

"Thanks." He hesitated.

"Is there something wrong?" Louis asked him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

"No. Nothing's wrong..." Gerry frowned slightly as he said the words...then he shrugged, "I had a good time last night."

"Did you? Well, I am pleased to hear it." Louis looked sideways at him. "You're welcome to stay. Why not spend the rest of your weekend here...with us?"

"Yeah?"

Gerry felt a shiver run through his body. Louis' voice seemed to vibrate through him, centering in his lower belly. He was aware of a blooming erection. He did nothing to hid it, and was gratified to see Louis' eyes sweep him. He moved in the direction that Louis had indicated and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

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Louis listened to the click of the door, and heard the mortal taking care of his bodily functions. The splash of his waste, the flush of the toilet. Running water in the basin, and all sorts of gurgling, scraping sounds as the young man cleaned his teeth. This last caused Louis to smile.

Lestat liked to clean his teeth, though there was no earthly reason for him to do it. He had an array of little brushes and several electronc setups as well...brushes that rotated, little intruments that squirted jets of water. He *did* forego,, at Louis' insistence the various pastes and gels associated with such practices. Louis told him he much preferred Lestat's own beguiling taste to tht of 'Winter Fresh Mint'. He had allowed Lestat to clean *his* teeth occassionally. The Brat did so love to play with these little human gadgets.

Lestat came into the room, and Louis rosed and went into his arms, kissing him, and rubbing his face in the tabgle of damp blonde hair.

"Is the bunny all right?" Lestat asked. He lsitened to the sounds emanating from the bathroom as he brushed his lips across Louis' cheekbone.

"He's fine. He doesn' seem to remember the details, And he seems rather anxious to continue with the festivities." Louis said.

"As you predicted. I'm surprised. Do you still want me to make myself scarce for a while?" Lestat asked with a small frown.

"Not for long, my darling. Bring him some food. He's probably hungry. I just want to play with him a little."

Lestat snorted.

"What sort of food?" And I *may* take the time to dine a little myself this evening. I'm feeling peckish."

"Get Chinese food. Mortals seem to like that, and it doesn't smell as horrible as pizza." Louis said, wrinkling his nose in a way that Lestat had always found charming.

They moved to the door, and lestat kissed Louis once more, grinning at him.

"Don't kill him or drive him insane till I get back." He said teasingly.

Louis looked at him,offended.

"Lestat, *one* of us does have a modicum of self-control here and we both know it isn't *you, Mon ange."

Lestat chuckled and with a last kiss he left, closing the door behind him.

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Gerry came out of the bathroom, scrubbed and shining, all odors washed away, his brown hair damp. He sat down on the sofa that he'd slept on.

"So. Where's Lestat?" He asked.

"Why? You're not afraid to be here alone with me are you?" Louis asked. He was standing with his back to Gerry, leaning over to stir the fire.

"No. It's not that. I just wondered."

"He went to get you something to eat. You are hungry, non?"

"Starved." Gerry agreed. He was eyeing Louis' ass with interest.

The vampire turned to look at him. Louis wondered briefly if he ought not just kill this one. How could he *not* remember being ensconced within Lestat? How could *anything* erase that from his mind? He was not worthy of Lestat's slightest attention, Louis thought. And now the bunny wanted *him*. Well, the gods knew all sorts of amazing incidents might arise from *that* situation. Lestat had such a possessive streak. Louis was well aware that Lestat would not be willing to stay away for any appreciable length of time. How interesting it would be. The bunny seemed to think he *knew* Lestat a little better.

"Starved? Starved for *what*?" Louis asked archly, Satisfied with the blaze, he went and joined Gerry on the sofa.

Taking Louis' migration next to him as a sign of encouragement, Gerry moved in closer, reaching. He pushed his hand beneath the ebony hair tucked carefully behind Louis' ear and ran his fingers through the heavy silk of it, marveling at the softness..at how thick and lustrous it was. No wonder he wore it long. Louis regarded him mildly, his green eyes just a little bit wider than they had been moments before. Louis' mouth was slightly open, the tip of his pink tongue caught between his white teeth. Gerry leaned in brushing a kiss across the satiny lips.

Meeting with what he percieved as acceptance, Gerry put his arms around Louis, pulling him closer and pushing his tongue into Louis' mouth.

Remaining pliant in the mortal's embrace was marginally more difficult that Louis thought it would be, but he managed it. Gerry obviously seemed to think that Louis was the submissive one, which told Louis more than he cared to know about the narrow view the bunny had about such things. He was a little sorry that Gerry had so completely blocked out the events of the evening before, and he wondered if perhaps Lestat had inadvertantly dazzled the mortal into forgetting. He couldn't remember clearly anymore just how potent absinthe had been. Not as potent as Lestat...Louis was certain of *that*. No matter, really. He remembered to respond to Gerry just as the mortal was about to pull away from him in consternation for his lack of passion.

Gerry wondered for a moment if maybe Louis was a little afraid. Maybe Lestat was the jealous type. He didn't remember that Lestat had seemed especially so the evening before. Louis loosened up a bit finally, and Gerry felt him responding. Gerry himself felt no misgivings...it seemed that anything went in this oddly surreal place.

There was about Louis a singular taste, similar to Lestat's...dizzying...as if he could somehow *taste* a feeling. He had a memory of the night before, a memory of Louis naked and how his skin had felt, incendiary white flesh under his hands. Gerry found his desire fueled by Louis' passivity, the tentative way he returned the mortal's ardent kisses. There was nothing at all passive, though , about the hard cock Gerry's hand encounterd, groping hungrily between Louis' legs. Another memory...that cock, so white, impressively large, pressed tight against his belly when Louis had held him and kissed him as he did now.

Gerry lifted his head from his plundering of Louis' mouth and he gazed into those impossibly green eyes. Beautiful, he was. Gerry unbuttoned Louis' shirt, his fingers trembling slightly as the pale skin was exposed. Prominent collarbone, and that exquisite supersternal notch...the chest muscles well-defined. Tight little nipples only a shade or two darker than the ivory skin surrounding them. Louis leaned back as though basking in the sweep of Gerry's covetous eyes. Taut belly, sheeted with flat, banded muscle, and visible at the waistband of his jeans, the jut of Louis' hipbones.

"Do you like what you see?" Louis asked him. "I think you *must*, Monsieur, for you are moving along at a rate of knots."

"What?" Gerry asked. Louis smile was enchanting.

"A rate of knots. It's a sea-faring term. I heard it from the captain of a schooner who had quite a taste for me. I knew him before I met Lestat...years ago. It means *fast* Gerry. What's the rush? The night is young, non? And Lestat will be back momentarily, I am sure with, your dinner."

"What happened to him? The guy with the schooner?" Gerry asked. He didn't really care, but he felt compelled to say *something*. He ran his hand over Louis' chest.

"He's passed from the world, as we all must at some time." Louis said, with the tiniest of sighs. He watched Gerry's hand caressing the line of his stomach muscles.

Gerry did not hear this last, absorbed as he was by the twitching muscles under his hand. How perfect he seemed. How perfect *both* of them, for he had not forgotten fucking Lestat the night before...what had been bled from him (among other things) was the intensity of how he had felt. He was operating within the confines of what his mind seemed able to accept. In addition to the consumption oof absinthe and alcohol, Lestat *had* given him some mental prodding. There was still so much fun to be had.
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To Louis it *was* the instensity of Lestat that was part of his essense, not acts performed upon him nor by him. It was with this idea fixed in his mind that he would become fascinated for a brief time with this or that mortal that had fixated upon Lestat. He wondered what they felt. Could they feel toward Lestat what he himself had felt that long ago when he, too, had been a frail mortal? He had forgotten none of that...it was all clear in his mind as though it had happened but the night before.

The idea of what Lestat *was* had given him no pause, and the intensity of him had caused Louis' mind to sharpen and focus. He'd nearly let go of his sanituy *before* Lestat, not after. He had desired Lestat in a physical way, as many others hadbut that had only been a means to the end of fitting his life with Lestat's. The pain of his first coupling with his golden angel (for so he still thought of Lestat) served merely to hone his need. This was not so, apparently, for the mortals that chanced to garner The Brat's attention.

This young man for instance. He had most certainly been attracted to Lestat because of his appearance, and to a high degree, Louis suspected, because of Lestat's financial status. These things were easy to read. There was some small degree of curiosity about Lestat's personality, but he seemed to sense none of the things that made Lestat so very dear to Louis. And so...another toy. Gerry Blancmange had revealed himself to be nothing but another shallow and self involved human such as those Louis had know when he himself had been human. The type of person that helped form Louis into the despairing creature he had once been. The type of person that had caused Lestat to grow his shining, beautiful shell, the shell that had been so hard and so smooth that what he had held inside it had nearly been smothered.

Gerry by now had lost much of Louis' attention. All that remained now was the sort of bored amusement there was to be had by continuing the game, and Louis' anticipation of Lestat's return. Gerry, of course realized none of this,for to all outward appearances Louis was reacting as the mortal expected him to. The ocassional unease he felt was swept back by his preoccupation with the seduction he believed he was successfully engaged in.

Gerry pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, shivering when Louis reached for him. Gerry had a hand at Louis' fly, unbuttoning the waistband and tugging at the zipper as he suckled on Louis' curiously rough tongue. He felt Louis' breathing steepen and felt his own heart pick up speed as he reached to grasp Louis cock.

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Lestat was returning. Louis knew this...knew he was in the bar below, exchanging words with Sean, the bartender. And there... the bang of the back door and Lestat's light step on the stairs. It was the imminent appearance of his darling that caused the changes that Gerry noticed. The door opened and Louis felt Gerry jump slightly , raising his head from Louis' mouth.


Lestat stood in the doorway, a large, grease-spotted bag in his hand. He was regarding the scene before him with mild interest. There *was*, however, a glint in his eye that Louis took note of but Gerry, of course, missed altogether, as he reluctantly removed his hands from Louis' jeans.

"Gerry!" Lestat said, jovially. "All recovered from last evening I see. And look! Ready for more!"

Lestat deposited the bag on the low table before the sofa. Gerry sat up, grinning.

"Just a little warm up. You know,. What'd you bring? Smells great."

Gerry opened the bag and began removing the little white cartons. Louis lay upon the sofa where he'd been left, smiling sardonically at Lestat. He flicked his tongue over one sharp fang and slid his hand into his opened jeans. Lestat let out a slow breath and dragged his eyes from his lover.

"A little warm up." Lestat said, watching as Gerry tucked into his food.

"A man of many appetites, it would seem." Said Louis, lazily.

"Aren't you guys hungry?" Gerry asked.

"I had a little something when I was out." Lestat remarked. "But I think Louis is hungry."

Gerry turned to look at Louis, offering him the carton.

Louis raised his hand...the one that was *not* in his pants and shook his head. "Im not so much hungry as I am thirsting, thank you."

Lestat watched the bunny. Perhaps he'd wiped a little too much of his mind. There could be no other reason for the abrupt abandonment of Louis.

A provacatively half-clothed Louis at that.

"You must be very hungry, cher." Lestat said. He was watching Gerry eat the gelatinous looking mess of vegetables and whatever else it was with his nose wrinkled fastidiously.

"Starved. Are you sure you don't want any of this?"

"Eat up, Gerry. 'll need your strength, I think. We have some unfinished business here, non?" Louis asked before Lestat could answer.

"I haven't forgotten about you , Lou." Gerry said, laughing,

'Lou.' Lestat thought annoyedly. He met Louis' eyes.

Louis flashed Lestat a look and removed his hand from his pants, zipping them up. he left his shirt open, and sat up. He was amused by the way Lestat's lip had curled when he'd made the 'unfinished business' remark to Gerry, as well as the look of disgust he saw there now as Lestat watched Gerry eat. He could tell, however, that Lestat was losing patience. In truth, he was too. He decided to move things along.
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Lestat knew exactly what Louis was thinking. And he knew Louis was right...he *was* impatient, damn it. He was tired of the game. Tired of the whey-faced, arrogant, randy little bunny of a human pawing at the love of his immortal life. And did Gerry fucking Blancmange, Esq. know how christing difficult it was to get hold of absinthe? Lestat put a chokehold on his temper. Passing flash of jealousy, seeing another lay hands upon Louis...that's all it was.

Absinthe. Well now. That might be the answer. Lestat knew Louis was ready to take matters into his own...well,...hands. And if that involved him taking the blancmange up the ass, The Brat was less than eager to deal with that, feeling as irritable as he did. A *scene* might occur. Lestat was not adverse to scenes, of course. He quite enjoyed them most of the time, if he were to be honest. However, he was rather torn between the idea of tearing the hapless mortal limb from bloody limb, or continuing the game. He knew Louis would prefer him to keep his temper.

"Gerry, " Lestat said smoothly, effectively cutting Louis off before he could speak.

Gerry looked toward him, mouth full, masticating.

"You've had enough to eat, cher, non?" Lestat asked, his eyes boring into the mortal's. Lestat rose, and prepared a full glass of absinthe. The mortal had been at least *tolerable* the night before, when he'd been drinking it. Gerry put down the chopsticks and methodically shoved the food back into the bag and closed it up. Lestat heard Louis chuckling in appreciation of
Lestat's masterful blocking of whatever he'd had planned.

"Mon cher poulet." Louis murmured, smiling fondly at Le Brat. Lestat snorted laughter.

Gerry tipped back some of the liquor, and Lestat met Louis' eyes, mouth twitching. His cock was twitching too, but he chose to ignore that for the time being... while it was still possible, anyway.

"You know, " Gerry said appreciatively. "A guy could get used to this stuff."

Louis barked a sudden laugh.

"Many men *have*, Monsiuer," He said, "You would be in good company."

Louis was inordinately glad that Gerry had packed away the food. The smell was nauseating. He took a quick moment to remove the remains to the kitchen, tossing it into the refuse container there. There was nothing *in* the kitchen yet...the place was still under renovation, and this, being the least necessary room in the house...for them anyway, was still bare bones.

When he returned to the room it was to find Gerry speaking earnestly to Lestat his glass already nearly empty.

"You are nothing like I thought you would be, " Gerry was saying. I mean just from seeing you at those occasional meetings, and dropping of things over at your Royal Street flat those times."

"How did you *think* I was, Gerry?" Lestat asked, briefly interested.

"I thought you were much more conservative. I never in a million years thought I'd be spending a weekend like *this* with you...or with you." He looked up as Louis came back into the room. Louis smiled sweetly. Gerry fell into a fit of giggling as Lestat refilled the glass.

"What's funny?" He said, handing Blancmange the glass.

"Remember when I met up with you guys a few weeks ago? Over on Decatur, and you introduced me to Louis?"

Lestat didn't remember. But Louis did.

"Yes, I remember." Louis gathered his black hair in his hands and smoothed it away from his face. "What about it?"

"Well...I thought you were so mismatched...with Lestat I mean. And I didn't know you were Louis de Pointe du Lac...the *silent* partner. The one no one at the firm ever saw...at least no one I knew. I had it iin my head that Msr. Pointe du Lac was an old man...some elderly uncle of Lestat's or something. Pretty far from the truth!"

He glanced at the paintings on the walls, various scenes of Louis and Lestat making love.

"I can see I was dead wrong about the old uncle thing, huh?"

"Yes. I would say so. Gerry?" Louis said.

Gerry looked up at him.

"You are beginning to bore me."

"What?" Gerry looked confused.

"Never mind, Gerry. " Lestat said. "Louis gets that way when he's thirsting."

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Gerry looked again at Louis and was disturbed by the hunger plainly visible in the gleaming emerald eyes. Louis grinned at him, displaying his fangs.

"Is there something wrong?" Lestat asked solicitously from directly behind him. Gerry jumped. "You seem disturbed."

Lestat had his arms around Gerry, his hands absently stroking the mortal's belly as he pressed his cock against Gerry's ass.

"Drink your drink." Lestat suggested. "You'll feel better."

Gerry finished what was in the glass.

Lestat slid his hand beneath the grey sweatpants and the mortal gasped as his cock was enclosed. He threw his head back against Lestat's shoulder, eyes closed.

He moaned as Lestat worked him. Louis moved toward them, his eyes flicking from Lestat's eyes to the bunny's exposed neck. The sound of Gerry's ragged breathing was loud in the room and both vampires could hear the regular thud of the mortal's heart and the rush of his blood. Lestat found himself holding his breath as he watched his lover's slow approach.

Louis reached his hand up and caressed Lestat's face reverently for a moment. Moving with blurred speed, he fastened upon Gerry's neck, sinking his fangs deeply into the tender flesh. Gerry's eyes flew open, rolling wetly, frantically. His mouth gaped in a wheezing, breathless scream, and his hips bucked as Lestat continued to manipulate him. Gerry moved his hand up, weakly clutching at Lestat's back. Lestat felt the mortal's orgasm and a brief touch of Gerry's mind revealed him to be tottering in the edge of a sort of ecstatic madness, his fear overlaid briefly with the spasm of his lust.

Lestat watched Louis drink, trembling with desire as he waited for Louis to finish, He didn't wait long. Louis released the bunny with a low snarl and Gerry's knees buckled as he collapsed backward against Lestat. He was still alive and still aware. Lestat picked him up and deposited him upon the couch, gazing down upon him briefly.

Lestat felt himself suddenly jerked backward, and he turned, pulled roughly into his lover's feverish embrace. Louis' mouth was hungry, seeking...and finally clainming Lestat's mouth.
They tore at each other, shredding clothing, shredding flesh. Louis' ferocious advance pushed Lestat back against the low table and they fell together upon it. The slender legs of the table snapped and they rolled from it onto the floor.

Gerry watched, dazed, his hand pressed to the wound at his neck. He felt little paim and he though he should be horrified at what was taking place before his eyes but he felt curiously numb. Before his eyes, Louis tore a gaping wound in Lestat's chest, rubbing his face rapturously in the tide of rich crimson. Louis managed to get out of his jeans and he raised his body up taking Letstat's rigid and straining cock in his hand and then driving down upon Lestat with a cry. He swiped his hand in the blood still running from Lestat's wounded chest and smeared it across his mouth and down his neck. Lestat pushed up inside of him, their locked hips finding a furious, pounding rhythym. Louis leaned back, increasing Lestat's angle of penetration, their hoarse, coughing snarls reverberating throughout the room.

Gerry' s hands made their way to the sides of his head, covering his ears, He had shut his eyes and slow tears leaaked from beneath the lids He was trembling uncontrollably.


Lestat's hands were on Louis' thighs, his nails, clawlike, sunken into the white flesh. Louis' legs were held wide apart by Lestat's thighs as the blonde tore into his ass, both of them drenched with Louis' blood. Grappling, their bodies grinding and striving together. Muttered oaths, and unintelligable entreaties, the mingled scent of their spilled blood further maddening them. Lestat, nearly at his peak, and Louis, begging him to wait, to hold back, to never, never let this end, crying with his need.

And then...then the spiraling ecstasy, the burning release and Louis, collapsed upon his lover so that they could take the blood, the sacred essence, one from the other. Still locked together, hips and mouths. Feeding each other, keeping the flood of feeling at its' crest, their minds entangled as their bleeding bodies were. They remained locked together this way for long hours, and the feeling was Louis, the feling was Lestat and only one another; there was nothing else.
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PARTIE SIX: ADIEU

Gerry started awake, barely able to move, woefully weak and sick. After several moments he realized he was in a car, his own car he thought, and when he managed to turn his head he saw that Lestat was driving it.

"Ah. Still with me, are you, Gerry?"

Lestat winked merrily.

"I have to hand it to you, you *are* tenacious."

He could see Blancmange struggling to sit up, and laid a soothing hand on the mortal's knee. He felt Gerry flinch back.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. I'm bringing you home. Whatever you do after that is your affair. I have a suggestion, though. You might wish to keep the events of this weekend to yourself. You don't have to, of course. You'll be thought mad, perhaps dangerous by some. We are not unknown in this town, I can assure you. Still, it *is* up to you, as all your choices this weekend have been,"

Lestat chuckled.

"Well...except for the part where Louis nearly sucked the life from you."

The Brat sighed theatrically.

"These things will happen if you throw in your lot with vampires, non?"

He pulled the car into Gerry's own driveway and carried Gerry, struggling feebly, into the house. He set him down, gently enough, in a chair in the living room.

"There. Home sweet home. I suspect you may have to call in sick tomorrow...you will need a few days to get your strength back."

"Monsters." Gerry croaked.

"Well duh! Come on, Gerry. You made it this far...you're not gonna crack on me now, are you?"

There was the brief note of a car horn outside.

"That's Louis. He followed me here, and I don't like to keep him waiting."

Lestat stood, gazing down upon Gerry, After a moment he leaned down, his lips nearly touching the cold lips of the mortal.

"Be careful what you wish for." The vampire whispered.

FIN