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Louis de Pointe du Lac
The Vampire Chronicles

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perfectdevil: (lestat-43)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-03 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat smiles, just a little, enough to make it clear how much he appreciates that small reassurance, that Louis is somewhat healed if not entirely. ]

Very well, then.

[ As if he needs telling twice. His movements are gentle so that he doesn't dislodge Louis' hands on him as he starts to undress him. Though Louis looks quite the sight like this - dampened by the rain dripping from his hair and the hem of his shirt, his make-up running, his body quivering from the cold - Lestat can't help but find him still so beguiling. ]

It seems it was a good thing after all that I dressed you in so little, don't you think?

[ A small grin as he starts to manoeuvre the fishnet over-shirt up Louis' body and off, taking the small t-shirt beneath it along with it. With his chest and the wound marring it fully on show, Lestat can't resist brushing the perimeter of it ever so slightly with his fingertips, brows knitting just a little at how it still seems so raw and slick with congealing blood, but soothes himself by shifting his glance toward Louis' face. ]

Does it still hurt?
perfectdevil: (lestat-45)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-03 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat watches as his fingertips encourage a shudder to wash over Louis and... it really is a good thing that Lestat is so steadfastly focused on soothing his pain because something about seeing that cause and effect when it comes from him and results in such a strangely intoxicating sight from Louis is really quite dangerous.

He catches Louis looking at his wrist like this, of course, and he wonders what he might be thinking about - does he want more? Is the idea of Lestat's powerful blood in his body through some means other than the drink settling strangely in him? - but ultimately he feels a fraction better for knowing that it at least feels better, even if it still looks a mess. He's compelled suddenly by the strange desire to kiss the wound, perhaps even to slice his tongue open and lick the edges, clean up the thick clots with his lips instead of letting the water wash it down the drain--

As if breaking from a trance, Lestat suddenly realises that he hasn't even turned the water on yet, and leans ever so slightly out of Louis' hold to get it started. It also gives him a moment of reprieve from being so close to Louis' skin and from the coagulation of their blood smeared across his chest; enough time for him to catch his breath and rein in his wild thoughts. ]


It, ah-- It looks like a stab wound. [ He answers stupidly, but honestly. ] It doesn't look good, by any means, but you aren't spilling all over the floor any more, so there's that.

[ Lestat wishes he could be softer about it but there it is, and - trying not to think about blood spilling, how much they'd left on the floor in that corridor and in the dorm room, how much Lestat himself is covered in it, he kneels to unlace Louis' boots one by one. ]

Honestly, I thought the blood would do more, but... I suppose it makes sense that it didn't, for the way we are weaker here. Another day or so, and it should think it will heal enough for you to move around like usual.
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-03 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment there, Lestat wonders if Louis has somehow managed to see inside his head and is now picking out thoughts and using them against him in this veritable onslaught of possibilities. He knows Louis means it in earnest, something to stop Lestat worrying, a way to ease the pain faster, a way to stop being such a burden though Lestat would never begrudge him that... but Lestat also can't deny how his mouth feels like it might be watering, how his fangs feel pushed up against his lips as he purses them slightly.

The laces undone, he busies himself lifting Louis' feet in turn so that he can remove each boot. He moves them aside, then slowly starts to rise. On the way up Louis' body, he passes the cloying scent of their mingled blood and feels an unmistakable throb of hunger somewhere deep in his chest. ]


So considerate, my heart, even when you are the one suffering the most. Can't you ever indulge and be a little selfish?

[ He teases with the smallest little twist of the corner of his mouth. He appreciates the offer more than he'll say - he doesn't like the idea of the bottles, still, nor does he trust the blood in them but... taking it after it's touched Louis' veins and become a part of him is something he hasn't considered until now. It could work. It could work all too well, in fact. It could become addictive like that, even though it isn't proper feeding and never will be, it will sustain Louis enough to make repeated feeding possible and... Oh, the possibilities.

Lestat's hands have been moving somewhat in autopilot, and he comes back to himself to find that his deft fingers are already working at the cold metal fastenings of Louis' jeans, the last item of clothing on him. ]
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-04 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ The teeth of the zipper seem deafening in the still quiet of the bathroom. Lestat watches Louis' green eyes flick down to his pulse, feeling their twin heartbeats both tick up with the strange anticipation in the air. Talking about things like that when Lestat is moments away from having his lover completely bare makes the whole thing feel strangely charged, though with what he can't accurately say.

Instead, as if in compromise, he leans forward to press a kiss against Louis' mouth. His face is still covered in rain water and the remains of his own blood smeared across his lips and chin, but he's sure the sentiment will be appreciated regardless. He smiles, knowingly. ]


Oh, I understand.

[ Before he helps him out of the last clothing keeping him modest, Lestat seems to decide that it's only fair for him to follow suit, and breaks their contact just long enough to get his shirts up and over his head, shaking his hair loose, unfastening his various accessories, and kicking off his own boots in a manner that's strangely hurried compared to his normal careful routine. He shucks off his own jeans first, as if trying to prove to himself that it's not that big of a deal, and then helps Louis with his.

Naked around one another, for the first time in nearly two centuries; Lestat knows that practically he shouldn't be applying so much meaning to this - it's a necessary step, after all - but some part of him that still feels human can't ignore the slight warmth to his cheeks and the fluttering feeling in his chest. Resolutely making sure he doesn't stare, because he feels like if he starts then he'll find it difficult to stop, he guides Louis with both hands at his wrists to step into the warm spray making the little bathroom foggy with heat. ]
perfectdevil: (lestat-72)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-04 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat keeps his hands on Louis' wrists as an anchor point as he moves backward to guide him, and has every intention of staying there resolute to keep him upright, right up until he looks properly at Louis' face. If he'd been worried about being mesmerised by looking at Louis before, it's nothing compared to how he looks as the hot water pours over his body, seeming to melt away a layer of tension he usually keeps so steadfastly around himself, warming his skin from the cold night air and the chill of the rain, making it almost flushed from the contact of heat. The droplets flood his already slick hair and trickle down over his shoulders to make his pale skin shine as though polished; Lestat watches their progress with eyes, cat-like, somehow wondering how he'd never considered what a wonderful sight water on skin could be.

The last time he'd seen Louis in the rain hadn't been nearly so captivating, and yet it still makes him smile to think about it; the blazing emotion in Louis' eyes, the feeling in Lestat's heart that this might continue on and on in an endless spiralling circle of bursting apart and coming together like the waxing and waning of the moon... He feels the same way now, that this could be something he holds close to himself forever, that there's every opportunity for them to never part and for this intimacy to always be theirs. He only hopes that this time he's learned enough to keep it. ]


Yours too.

[ He laughs, his smile wider than his amusement would warrant, full of the warmth that seems to be radiating from Louis. Lestat releases his wrists only to slide his hands up his arms, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the angle of the bone at his elbow, the stretch over his biceps, his slender shoulders. There is no blood here, nothing to clean away, and yet Lestat is helpless to deny himself the opportunity to touch. ]

You still feel cold, but you're warming through. I can see it spreading across your skin. Do you feel it?

[ His fingers move to his collar bones, to the hollow of his throat and up his neck to his jaw. His fingernails press slightly once they reach the nape of his neck, tearing patiently and softly up through his hair, hands splayed wide and fingers massaging lightly over his scalp under the pretence of 'washing' his hair despite the fact that vampires have no need for such rituals and that Louis' hair is only wet from the rain and not remotely dirty. In reality, he just wants to know the feeling of doing something so attentive for him, so he basks for longer than is needed in the feeling of the strands curling around and clinging to his fingers under the warmth of the water. ]
perfectdevil: (lestat-38)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-04 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He watches Louis take in the sight of his body and the feel of it, studying his reaction and finding it all too easy to recognise the somewhat far away expression on Louis' face, the one he gets when he's giving something a particular amount of thought, often more than it really needs. It isn't a bad expression by any means, he doesn't hate what he's thinking about, but Lestat has to wonder what has encouraged him to give the feeling of Lestat's body such intense thought. ]

Just yet another thing that never struck us as necessary, I imagine.

[ He figures that his curiosity can wait a little. Instead, he busies himself by sliding his hands up to Louis' hairline, pressing his fingers in and back a few times, carding his hair away from his face in a similar way to how Louis does it when it's dry, only this time the water doesn't let it fall unruly back into his face. ]

I wonder if there are more small luxuries we have been holding ourselves back from that we haven't realised yet. I suppose we have plenty of time to find out. [ A little hum of thought, and Lestat brings his hands forward, tracing over Louis' smooth forehead, his dark brows, the soft skin of his eyelids and his lashes. He swipes softly with his thumbs, washing away what remains of the makeup smeared there before doing the same to the apples of his cheeks and down to his jaw. He can't resist pressing a little kiss to his lips then, even though they need no attention in the process of his cleaning. ] We can do this whenever you'd like. Stab wound or no.

[ He smiles, tilting his head a little to consider his work, expression full of the fondness he feels warming his heart through whenever he looks at Louis. As it falls quiet, that curiosity rises in him again, so as he brings his hands down to rub over Louis' slowly warming shoulders and collar, it's with a quiet voice that he asks: ]

What were you thinking about before? You had a strange look in your eyes.
perfectdevil: (lestat-30)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-05 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat is happy with just the knowledge that Louis had been admiring him — it makes sense, after all, that Louis would get distracted with thoughts of such things given that this is the first time they've been in this way together, and Louis is never capable of just considering something simply, he always has to give it, what Lestat would consider, a ridiculous amount of thought. He tilts his head into each brush of his fingers, closing his eyes with a pleased little hum at the difference in heat between them now, Louis' hands ever so slightly warmed by the temperature of the water.

He blinks his eyes open when Louis continues to speak, therefore, surprised to hear him so... well, so honest. It's a difficult subject, and if Louis had asked him this a month or so ago, Lestat's answer might not have been the same as it would be now… but something about being pressed up with him like this, having gone through what they have, knowing without a doubt that Louis is wondering out of consideration and care rather than any kind of morbid fascination or disappointment over what can no longer be his body, makes him feel safe enough to answer earnestly; to return Louis' truth with some of his own. ]


I notice it too much, if I linger with my reflection. [ His voice is quiet, his eyes cast down, watching the progress of his own fingers across Louis' chest, following the lines of his muscle beneath his skin, the dip of his clavicle, skirting the edge of the wound. ] I see every place I've been worn away and made smooth. I can't help but see it.

[ He starts to rub at the blood drying there, letting the water do most of the work but gently helping it along with a small smile on his lips despite their conversation topic. ]

It makes me feel strange. Perhaps I haven't thought about how it makes me feel enough to have an answer for certain, or perhaps my opinion on it is changing under your hands. I'm not sure.
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-06 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyelids flutter ever so slightly at the touch of Louis' hands. So brave, carving a path for themselves across his skin, like a brand of his name on flesh never before seen or touched by another creature, not like this, not this body, not with this intimacy. How could he have betrayed Louis so much to ever believe that he might not want to look upon him so changed, that his lover might not want to make the decision on his own, that he could find things about him to admire still despite how inescapably inhuman he might look? It's so much he forgets to breathe, goes inhumanly still as though it might stop the clock and leave him here to succumb completely to the feeling of Louis' explorative touch meandering across his hipbones.

He flicks his eyes open just in time to meet Louis' emerald ones rising to meet his, and the sheepish look gives him a pretty good idea of where his focus might have been wandering. He might have teased, had Louis not said something so devastatingly romantic.

Lestat brings his hands to Louis' stomach, fingers on his ribs, palms flat across his pale skin, pushing lightly until Louis' back bumps against the tiles and they come together under the spray of the water. He kisses him, softly at first but slowly turning deeper; a hand comes up, fingers pressing insistently at Louis' chin, encouraging his mouth to open wider, to let Lestat in, to allow him to drink this moment down to the last drop as if it were the blood. ]


Oh, Louis... [ He sighs it, like he used to, but without any of the frustration or condescension. Instead, it's something quiet and almost childish, something reserved only for them and only for this moment. ] I'll never need anything more than that.
perfectdevil: (lestat-76)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-07 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat can feel the water soaking him through now, making his hair heavy and his skin slick and warm. It's not easier to touch Louis like this, because it's never difficult to slide hands over his smooth skin, but it's certainly different; the water changes the friction from something electric to something deep, as though instead of touching flesh he's touching something more ethereal, like his soul, like his energy. Lestat can feel in every fibre of himself the magnetised connection to the body under his hands, and for a moment it has him rapt as though staring into a bottomless pool of sparkling water. ]

I want you to know me.

[ It falls from him so suddenly that it surprises even him. His eyebrows raise slightly, pale colour touching the tips of his ears now visible as his hair clings to his face, but he presses his lips together as if to steel his resolve before he speaks again. ]

I have only ever wanted you to know me, even when the idea of it scared me more than anything.

[ Their long years together and every blow of words had been made in some way by Lestat's desperation to be recognised in Louis' eyes, and even though the guilt and the sight of himself so changed by his own foolishness undeniably frightens him in some way, this reverence in Louis voice and the tender honesty of his curious touches soothes him like a balm. For this moment he'd leave all inhibitions behind willingly, he'd devote himself entirely in whatever way he had to, just to keep this feeling alive in his heart. In both of their hearts.

He kisses him again, unable to resist the closeness, equally frustrated it isn't as close as they could be given Louis' condition, but determined to take exactly as much as he can get. He trails his tongue along Louis' fangs, along his blunt front teeth, along his lower ones and along his lips; he sucks his lower lip into his mouth, letting out a soft groan at the pull of resistance, the taste of him, the heat of him. The hand still on his torso slides upward, fingers pressing ever so slightly into his ribs, stopping just short of his wound before he finally, reluctantly, pulls back. ]


I think we've become quite distracted from the task at hand.

[ His voice is low and affectionate, and his expression betrays the fact that he doesn't care in the slightest. ]
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-07 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though he can't feel Louis' mind with any kind of clarity, Lestat is still certain there are aspects to their relationship that he can still divine without words to explain it, as if their connection is beyond anything they can learn from history, as if they're carving a new facet of their bond that can't be simply described as fledgling and maker, or lovers, or companions. In moments like this, where Lestat is so certain he knows exactly what Louis is thinking and feeling, it's almost as if their hearts are speaking to one another through sheer intention alone; or perhaps it's something deeper, their souls, maybe, connected through so much more than just the blood.

That being said, when Louis shudders with desire for him and wraps so languidly around him, that same desire drips like honey down Lestat's spine too, but there comes with it an innate sense of love, of adoration, soothing the heat of it to glowing embers rather than something animalistic and feral as it had been when he'd come home to Louis a week or so ago and they'd reconciled against one another on the couch.

He feels the slight arch of Louis' spine, one hand falling into the elegant curve of his lower back while the other lingers still around the wound. The feather-light touch to his ear makes him shiver, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lip as if he weren't already drenched by the warm spray of the shower. ]


I wanted to have you in and out quickly, so you could rest... [ He says, but there's a telltale tone in his voice that says he's not as remorseful as his words infer he should be, that he much prefers to be pressing Louis up against the tiles, hands holding their bodies together, close and tight, his lips trailing down the angle of Louis' jaw and to the lobe of his ear. ] I'm not sure that I've been as thorough as you say. I've had my mind elsewhere.
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-08 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Louis yielding to him in this way is staggering. Lestat already knows how much he likes to feel a body surrender under his, but when it's Louis he feels an entirely different energy to it; with humans it's expected, with Louis it's something to be treasured, to be grateful for, to cherish. As if to express his thanks, Lestat sighs softly against his ear, breath hot against the curls plastered against his skin by the water. His tongue runs along the shell and down to the lobe, beckoning it between his lips so he can graze it with his lower teeth before releasing it. ]

You don't sound even the slightest bit remorseful.

[ He murmurs admonishingly, though his mouth is curling into a smile even as he reluctantly pulls back; the longer he stays so close to Louis' veins, the stronger he feels the thirst prickling the back of his throat. Instead, he retracts his touch enough to slide curious fingers down Louis' arms and encourage his hands up and into the spray. There's blood in his cuticles, drying between his fingers, and Lestat's aren't much better. So he starts the patient process of sliding his fingertips against Louis', over his knuckles, palm-to-palm and then over the veins in the back of his hand, his wrist and back again to his nails. His progress is attentive, thorough like he wasn't before, surrendering his desire for his lover easily in favour of his desire to do as he intended in the first place; to clean him up. Enough, at least, that when he takes him to their bed and presses their skin together again in this way, he'll feel less like he's taken advantage. ]

There.

[ Finally, when their hands are clean and the only blood between them remains in the slowly healing wound on Louis' chest, Lestat seems happy enough with his work to press a kiss to Louis' waiting mouth. ]
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-09 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat almost feels his resolve slip in that kiss. Oh, having Louis be the one to tempt him and distract him is a novelty he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of, and he only hopes that the future brings them both many more opportunities to lure the other out of what should be done and further into the realm of want and need. Preferably with less bodily harm, though.

When Louis takes his wrist Lestat shows it to him with no resistance. The bite is healed, certainly, but there is a pinkness to the skin and a slight glossy texture that betrays the wound, the healing still not entirely complete. It's strange to see himself like this, marked in this way... and yet strangely exciting. An image flashes in his mind of his fangs twanging at his veins, the flesh pulping beneath his teeth, bruising. Could a mark be left on him now, here in this strange place? ]


It's slow. We are weaker here, it makes sense that the effects of the blood are weak, too.

[ He doesn't sound too concerned, distracted with his own thoughts as he is, but his eyes drop to Louis' wound and his eyebrows pull together a little. What he knows about their recovery time is warped now, and he wonders if he's made a mistake making Louis stand for so long. ]

Let me help you out. We shouldn't make any assumptions until we see you start to heal properly.

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