When Fantasy Becomes Reality
KC

Warning: None

Disclaimer: Vamps belong to Anne Rice, not me. I make no money from this.

Spoilers: Queen of the Damned

Louis' boots tapped eerily on the sidewalk, echoing loudly through the street. He seemed to be the only one out tonight, but then this was a rather bad neighborhood. It was a place only a vampire could move through without fear. He was dressed in a sweater that was easily fifteen years old, a buttoned shirt that had seen better days, a pair of shredded jeans and a simple band to keep his hair back. Not a drop of blood was on him, even though he'd already fed. His early victim would not appear out of place where he'd left him, sprawled in the gutter. The body would probably not be questioned until the afternoon.

After a few minutes he was now on another street, one that was in a much more respectable part of town. Little did the inhabitants know there was a killer living in their midst. Louis smiled softly. A beautiful, utterly stunning, sometimes shy and always irresistible killer...

Louis shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was at the stone walkway leading up to Lestat's house. Actually, it was more of a small manor than a house. Every inch of it was dressed in sumptuous luxury, including the bedrooms and the silk sheets--

Louis forced himself to derail that train of thought. He glanced down at the slip of paper in his hand, the hastily written scrawl in Lestat's familiar style.

It was still puzzling, but Lestat had called, so Louis would be there. He went up to the door, about to knock, when he saw the note above the knob. He pulled it from the tape holding it to the door and opened it.

With a shrug, Louis opened the door and stepped in, letting the door shut behind himself. There was absolutely no light in the house, so he could barley see the dim outlines of furniture.

"Lestat?" he called out hesitantly. "Lestat, are you here?"

He took another step, arms out so he wouldn't hit anything.

Suddenly he felt someone step behind him, and a thick blindfold was set over his eyes. As the knot was tied fast behind his head, he tried to reach back and slide the cloth off, but his wrists were seized in vise-like grips. He struggled, trying to pull away, even though he knew exactly who was behind him.

His struggles made no difference. His hands were pulled together and heavy manacles were clasped on him. Once he was securely locked up, his hands were dropped but he could hear the rattling of long chains right in front of him. He realized the chain was his tether when his manacles were jerked forward, pulling him further into the house. He stumbled and tried to fight his captor, but it was useless. He was jerked along as easily as a puppy on a leash. Every time he tried to remove the blindfold, he was pulled faster so he couldn't reach up, and after a couple times he stopped trying. He was completely under this person's control.

On the other end of the chain, Lestat was ecstatic. He'd always wanted to force Louis to submit to him totally, and now he had him! He brought his lover through the house to the backyard and forced him to the corner of his covered patio. There was a strong beam in the ceiling there, and he tossed the chain over it and started drawing Louis' arms up. He was tempted to stretch him tight, but he wanted to make this wonderful for him, too. Once Louis' hands were held a few inches above his head, he locked the chain down and stepped away to view his prize. Delicious.

Louis tipped his head back as Lestat slipped the hair band away, letting his hair fall around his shoulders. He was kissed several times, and he repaid them as well as he could despite being immobilized. Warm hands slid into his jeans, slipping around to the back and giving him a firm squeeze. Louis whimpered in painful surprise, then tried to ease back as the fondling hands twisted around to the front of his pants. For a moment the sensations were unbelievably pleasurable, but then the warmth left him again.

"Don't stop..." he whispered, trying to shake off the blindfold so he could see where Lestat had gone.

"I have no intention of doing so..." came the pleased reply.

Lestat undid the button on Louis' pants, taking his time as he pulled down the zipper. The jeans, already frayed and torn with constant use, slipped right over his lover's hips, falling to his ankles before Lestat whisked them away. Nothing beneath, as usual. Lestat grinned mischievously. Louis was blushing wildly at his partial nakedness. He put his hands on Louis' waist, now perfectly bare, methodically rubbing the cool skin to heat it up. Louis groaned and lowered his head, grabbing onto the chains to help himself stand.

Without waiting, Lestat reached up to Louis' frayed sweater. It was so threadbare he could see the black shirt beneath it. Once he lay his fingers on it, the fragile cloth dropped away. Now all Louis had left was a single, thin shirt with buttons down the middle. Inch by inch, Lestat pulled the buttons loose, opening the shirt wide before tearing the cloth itself from Louis' back. His naked fledgling arched unwillingly, tugged forward by the ripped clothing.

"I have a surprise for you," Lestat smiled, bordering on a maniacal laugh.

"Something more than this?" Louis replied with a smirk.

"Oh, something much more..."

Louis caught the sound of Lestat stepping off the porch and onto the grass. "No, don't leave me like this!" he called out in a tremulous voice.

"Don't worry, my sweet captive, I've no intention of doing that..."

A dragging noise accompanied Lestat back up to the porch, and Louis was certain he could hear something clanking oddly about a foot above his head.

Lestat pushed Louis' hair out of his face, then reached his finger up to the hose he had set up above them. The attached faucet was closed, but there was enough moisture there to form a perfect drop on his finger. He lowered it back down and let it drip onto Louis' forehead. Louis gasped in shock at the touch of the cool water. Slowly the drop coursed down between his eyes onto his cheek, then down along his jaw. Lestat gently pulled Louis' head back, and the drop made its way down his throat to his chest. It was close to drying up, but Lestat provided another drop just above it on the same trail, and now the water was sliding down Louis' abdomen, on the inside of his thigh to his calf, and further down until it was slipping over his foot and finally onto the floor. Louis gave a sigh of relief when it was gone.

Lestat chuckled and turned the attachment to "mist," and a fine spray softly came down over Louis, making his dark hair and eye lashes look like they had crystals on them. His face was covered in tiny droplets. Now that his lips were wet, Lestat gave him a deep kiss, ignoring the water as it hit his own face. Louis didn't seem to mind any of this. In fact, he was trying to push his body up against Lestat's.

Lestat hastily ripped his own clothes off, not caring if they were expensive silks or velvets, and tossed them aside, not noticing as they fell in the mud. He put his arms around Louis, who used his chains for support as he wrapped his legs around Lestat's waist. Even locked up in chains, Louis was certainly guiding what happened. Lestat gasped and clutched at his lover as hard as he dared to. His body was growing unbearably hot, as if he was suffocating. Barely managing to spare one hand, he turned the nozzle on the hose again, and unknowingly hit "deluge." A thick yet gentle font of water poured over their bodies, doing nothing to cool them down. Lestat's fingers, made clumsy by desire, accidentally pulled the blindfold off of his prisoner, and now Louis could see to aim his kisses.

Louis could hear Lestat hissing uncontrollably, and he tilted his head back. "Now, Lestat, now, do it now!"

Lestat obeyed, biting ferally into Louis' throat and taking a great draught. Louis couldn't help himself, the painful ecstasy was too much to bear, and he screamed. After the fourth mouthful, when Lestat withdrew, Louis fainted. Lestat held him tight, using his body to keep from falling. With a little glare at the locks, he undid the manacles and somehow managed to arrange Louis in his arms, carrying him inside and into the bedroom. The bed was already made, with the sheet pulled back to allow easy entry. He lay Louis down, making sure he'd be comfortable when he came to, and sat next to him, brushing his damp cheek with his fingertips. After a moment, he lay down beside him, his arm flung over his lover's body, and fell asleep.

Lestat didn't know how long they had been sleeping, but he was suddenly roused by a heavy knocking on his door. With a muffled curse, he decided to ignore it and go back to sleep, but out of curiosity he checked on the mind of whoever was out there.

Half a second later he sat bolt upright and started throwing a shirt and jeans on. Police! Two of them! He had experience with the type, they never just went away. Instead they broke down doors and waved guns around.

"Coming!" he yelled, heading for the door. He opened it wide, forcing himself to smile as he faced the two policemen. "Is something wrong?"

"We got a report of a scream here, sir," one of them said in a dry voice. "Are you all right?"

"Absolutely!" Lestat nodded. Entire gang wars get ignored but I get investigated immediately, he growled to himself.

"Are you alone here?" the second one asked.

"O solo mio," Lestat replied, wishing they'd leave. He was too worn from his tryst with Louis, though, so that mental manipulation was out of the question. He'd probably faint if he tried.

"Mind if we take a look around?" one of them said.

Lestat stiffened. "Do you have a search warrant?"

The two policemen instantly grew cold. "You want us to get one?" the first one threatened.

Lestat peered into the man's head. Stupid fucking queer, just let me get one, please give me a reason...state doesn't like sodomy...finally get yer pretty ass in jail...seize your damn estate...

"Come in, but for God's sake make it quick," Lestat said firmly. "It's late."

"And you're dressed," the second one almost accused him.

"And I suppose you've never slept half dressed before," Lestat was close to snarling. He stood back and let them by, then shut the door. With a sulky glare, he watched them look over the floor and the immediate area, but then they went straight for the backyard.

Oh no, the chains, the torn clothes! Lestat thought in alarm, rushing behind them. Too late, they were already walking outside onto the porch.

"Sir, do you always leave the hose running like this?"

Lestat glanced around the yard. The chains were...gone? So were the clothes...and the blood? The hose was on the ground and still running, and all of it had already been washed away...but...how?

"Um...no...I must have forgotten when I was watering..." he mumbled. He turned the water off and put the hose away, still wondering what the hell had happened. He was so lost in thought that he didn't watch the police men head back into the house. When Lestat did turn around, he heart actually skipped a beat.

He ran back in just in time to watch them open the bedroom door and step inside.

"No, don't!"

They looked at him as if he was insane as he caught up to them.

"Is there something wrong?" one of the asked.

Lestat didn't answer, instead looking past them into the bedroom. Nothing. The bed was disheveled and the window was open, but otherwise, there was nothing suspicious.

"Sir?" the other asked.

"I...just...didn't want you to see my mess," Lestat said lamely. "Now is there anything else?"

They exchanged a look, then shook their heads. "No, sir, sorry to disturb you." And with that, they left the house. Lestat heard the door close behind them, and then their car took off down the road.

"I'll make their car explode one of these days," he mumbled, wishing sex didn't leave him so drained afterward.

"Are they gone yet?" came the muffled whisper from inside the closet.

Lestat walked over and opened the door, revealing Louis stuffed tight amongst the hanging clothes, with the muddy remains of their clothing in one hand and the chains in another. He was still entirely naked, and now his wet hair hung in strands over his face.

Lestat started to laugh, but he still helped Louis out and back to the bed. He took the rags from him and tossed them in the trash, then put the chains in the nightstand.

"How on earth did you get those chains down?" he asked, sitting next to his lover. "You're so weak..."

"Lestat," Louis started in a very condescending tone, "I may be the weakest vampire in our coven, but I am still a vampire."

Lestat put his hands around Louis' head and drew him forward into a long kiss, running his tongue over Louis' fangs. His fledgling almost pulled away in surprise, but Lestat held him fast, making him taste a drop of Lestat's potent blood. When he finally allowed Louis to back up, he was grinning like a naughty child, but Louis had a wicked glint in his eye.

"So was tonight your idea of a fantasy?" he whispered.

Lestat nodded. "Well, all except for the damn cops showing up. Would you like to do it again sometime?"

Louis smirked, then handed Lestat a brush and turned around. Lestat sighed, but he started to brush his lover's hair out anyway.

"I wouldn't mind very much," Louis replied, "if I wasn't ambushed at the start."

"But chere, that's what makes it so much fun!"

Louis shook his head, upsetting Lestat's brushing.

"Hold still, Louis, I'm not done yet," he complained.

"That's good enough," Louis answered, turning back around. "You know, I do have fantasies of my own."

Lestat looked up at his companion, who was giving him a small flirtatious smile. "Really? My proper Southern Gentleman has fantasies? What do you dream about, pray tell?"

Louis lay down on the bed, allowing his hair to flare out nicely. Lestat stretched out next to him, propped up on one arm, and started stroking his cheeks.

"I think about a certain blonde boy with gray eyes...completely nude...laying on the bed beside me...and we very softly begin to make love, without chains or blindfolds or gags...and he is very warm, and he holds me tight...the lights are off...he touches me just right, and lets me do the same for him...and the bed is covered in rose petals, not because they feel wonderful or smell nice, although they do...they are there because he loves me, and knows I like them, that's all...and when we're done, he lets me cuddle against him...we talk for a little bit, nothing important really, and only in whispers...and then I finally drift to sleep in his arms..."

Lestat grinned and gave Louis a tiny kiss. "Well, my fantasy came true...perhaps tomorrow night, we can make yours come true...if you will stay the day here, and help me shop for roses tomorrow..."

Louis nodded with a large smile that brightened his entire face. "If you insist, monsieur."

"For you, mon chere, " there was a click at the door as the lock turned in place, and then the window shut as well, sealing them in safely, "I always insist."

The End