Come appraise me

Amadeo looked up for a bit and smiled fondly. Yes, Lestat chose the date, but it was fine with Amadeo. He now had a definite date, and that was all he ever wanted. But enough of that. He should take care of his favorite man now. Lestat was already so hard for him that it was about damn time that Amadeo did something about it.

His long fingers curled around the waistband of that satin underwear after he pulled his mouth away again. Slowly, he pulled it down to Lestat’s ankles just to take it off completely. Amadeo tossed the wet fabric aside and crawled over Lestat’s middle again.

Warm fingers curled around the base of Lestat’s cock, holding it gently before he traced his silken lips along the entire base. Sweetly, he kissed the tip while dark brown eyes remained lingering on that beautiful face. He loved seeing the black swallow the stunning colour of Lestat’s eyes in pure arousal.

❝I enjoy seeing that you want me. Just the way I want and need you.❞ Amadeo kissed the tip again and winked at the vampire. Then, Amadeo opened his mouth and engulfed the hard length in his mouth. His tongue pressed against the underside of Lestat’s length. He felt the veins against his tongue as he took Lestat all the way in his mouth until he felt the tip hitting the back of his throat. Amadeo’s eyes moistened a little bit from the suppressed gag reflex and how much he was deprived of air.

Amadeo pulled his head back but not enough to have that cock slip out of his mouth. His hands held tight to Lestat’s thighs. Without taking his gaze off the other, Amadeo started bobbing his head. His nails dug a little bit into the fair skin.

"Just like that my beauty...." he praised rocking his hips just enough as to keep claiming those lips not that he could much with Amadeo holding on to his hips. "Oh, poor dear." Lestat smoothed Amadeo's eyes with his thumbs and brought them to his lips to taste the tears on them. "So eager to please...relax. Do not harm that lovely voice of yours" he cooed caressing Amadeo's head once more and would let the young man enjoy tasting him for a little bit, enjoy that eager warm mouth on him until he was built up a little, soft little mewls of pleasure and eyes shutting to focus on just the sensations.

"My gorgeous salted caramel bonbon, come here." Lestat demanded coaxing Amadeo to stop his ministrations and come join him on the pillow, coaxed Amadeo to lay on his side with his back against Lestat being somewhat spooned, lifted his leg just a little as to allow himself to wedge his cock between Amadeo's thighs and in their cuddling embrace held him, wrapped his fingers around Amadeo's cock and stroked it as slow languid rolls of hips.

"This is where you belong, Amadeo. In my arms...you belong to me. You are Marius' gift to me." his other arm had slid under the younger body to coil around him and hold Amadeo so close to his body he was practically playing boa constrictor. "Such soft warm thighs... what a shame it would be if I was to stain them, if I was to leave such a mess and force you to stay in my arms soiled," he purred such obscene, lewd thoughts in Amadeo's ear.

"I love you mon ange. I love all of you. I love your curls, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your chest, your arms, your legs, your bum, your small feet that beg to be kissed and bitten. Will you let me? Will you let me find my joy in your thighs mon ange?" he asked stroking him a little firmer, bullying Amadeo's nipple with his other hand.

"I wanna feel the deepest regions of your soul"

(my fanfic is better than urs, lestat <3)

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"What about me says do not be clingy, mon amour? What part of my behaviour or personality demands aloofness so I can destroy it's hold and have my earth-shattering devotion out of my handsome husband that threatened to kill someone just for thinking about kissing me? I was so aroused, how I rushed us back to my bedchambers and how you shoved me against the wall and took me just to remind me I belong to no one but you – the good old times. "Lestat sighed dreamily, reminiscing about the incident.

"Yes I am sure. You ought to come, it will be fun. We can live on the road like nomads, and you can admire how beautiful I am and be in my bed bathed and fresh every night and I will have my wicked way with you. You will soon regret coming with me but until you grow sick of me- it will be fun I think."

Oh, why was Samir all the way over there, Lestat just grabbed him and oulled him into the tub to devour his soft, angelic face with eager peppered kisses. "Oh- your clothes are all wet mon cher. Perhaps you ought to take them off" he suggested, and when they would emerge from the bathroom once more half an hour later Lestat's sorrow seemed to have lost it's hold over him.

A soft snort fell from Samir’s lips, and he shook his head just so slightly as he remembered that encounter where Samir lost his composure quite a bit. There was no regret or anything like that, just slight amusement. “You should thank me for not punishing everyone who annoys me with their attitude toward you. Your career would significantly go south.” And Samir refused to build their marriage solely on his toxic behaviour patterns, no matter how much it aroused Lestat at times. “But I will arrange everything tomorrow while you sleep. We will go back together, and I will not accept any of your complaints. If I get angry at someone, I get angry at someone. And I will not accept any scolding.”

Even before he could say something, Lestat pulled him into the bathtub. The Familiar squealed but laughed at the same time. Even as a married couple, they couldn’t let go of each other, and Samir wouldn’t want it any other way. Half an hour later, they were in their bed again, fully naked and definitely not freshly washed anymore. The Familiar grinned and nuzzled his nose against Lestat’s while swirling a blond strand around his finger.

@bratxprincexlestat

to read an entry from my muse’s diary about your muse

Here’s a new fact-o for ya! Lestat loves The Muppets! Can you believe it?? This suave, debonair, mysterious vampire loves The Muppets! It’s amazing! I knew that he was fantastic already, I mean hell this is the second diary I’ve gotten since we met and it’s almost fully Lestat! But seeing him light up talking about muppets was so special.

AND WALMART!

A soft moan slipped past his lips when hungry kisses were pressed on his neck down to his chest. Samir arched his back a little, and a moan fell from his lips at the blunt bite that caused a shiver to run down his spine. One of his hands came to rest on the back of Lestat’s head. His fingertips massaged the vampire’s scalp.

"I love you so much" Lestat spoke after twenty minutes or so of cuddling and downed that potion Samir made, it tasted of soap the way most things tasted of soap to him but he did not feel any different... He kissed down Samir's torso, his hips and from his favourite spot, the thigh Lestat would drink, his large fangs dug into the supple flesh and that delicious magical blood flowed into him, Lestat moaned taking just a little.

"You taste of honey. Real...honey." he purred and like a radgoll picked Samir to put him on his lap and greedily dug his fangs into his neck, holding his thigh so tight for a reason Samir later would suss out that was Lestat's cut palm pressing vampiric blood to force the wound to heal as he drank from his neck and moaned, the memories of his beloved husband flooding his mind and he had to be so very careful as he almost didn't want to stop.

He was so good at it though, the Little Drink, somehow he controlled himself enough to break away even though a noise fell from him that was almost like a whimper of upset, pressed the pad of his bleeding finger against Samir's neck and then flopped on the mattress with him in his arms as his head floated in the delirium of Samir's blood.

"I can run so fast-" he spoke with a giggle blood drunk as the memory of Samir running through a wheat farm flooded his mind and he could almost feel it, the sun on his fur, the feeling of the warm summer soil, the way he weaved through the wheat running...

Suddenly, Lestat stopped walking, and Armand would lie if he’d say that he wasn’t confused. Because he was. And maybe for a split second, he found himself worried that his excitement couldn’t become too much for Lestat. Armand’s lips parted just so slightly. They turned toward each other, and Armand looked deeply into those beautiful blue-violet eyes he adored so much.

They were still holding hands, which grounded Armand so much that he was certain nothing bad would come from his companion’s mouth. His big eyes lingered on that beautiful face of the man he was fortunate enough to call his. 

A flutter spread in his stomach when Lestat’s lips touched his fingers, and a wicked little smile stretched on his lips. Of course, he did not know what Armand’s physical reactions did to the other. In fact, it was one of the few times Armand didn’t notice that his body reacted in the first place.

❝I love you. So much.❞ Armand’s voice was barely above a whisper, and the awe was audibly showing in the way his voice seemed to be shaking. He leaned against the gentle hand on his jaw. For the first time in all those centuries, Armand felt understood, and his heart and mind were not sure how to cope with that. No one has ever seen him entirely. Armand always adapted to the needs of his partners, and only Lestat made him comfortable enough to show some of his true colours. Hunting was one of those things he enjoyed. 

It was the gleam in Lestat’s eyes that held so much life to them. No matter how much life Lestat always reflected, in this particular moment, he was more than just beautiful.

❝My idea…hmmmm…❞ Armand turned his gaze to their poor Greek victim, who had no idea what was coming to him. ❝I like messing with their minds before I chase them. I enter their little minds and mess with them until they aren’t sure what is real and what is imagination.❞ Without taking his gaze off the other, he watched and listened to the things Yiannis thought while browsing. ❝Do you hear what he wants to do to those poor women?❞

The vampire hooked himself to Yiannis’ mind and laughed softly. ❝Oh, he is not queer positive. Of course not.❞  Armand stopped walking with Lestat as they were almost close to him. Then he let go of his companion’s hand. Mortal minds were so easy to bend.

❝I make them comfortable. I lure them in, wrap them up in a little bubble of their dreams before I burst them. When the fluffy little cloud turns into a nightmare, when their heart pumps their veins with fresh blood. Blood pumped full of adrenaline is so much sweeter. Better than blood tainted with alcohol or drugs.❞ 

Yiannis suddenly looked over to them, and Armand transferred the image that the vile young man saw to Lestat’s hair. He saw a beautiful golden blonde with luscious curves, a tiny waist, and piercing greyish blue eyes, which appeared more violent. The clothes Lestat wore have changed to a short dress to put more focus on those long legs. Next to the blonde woman was another one with caramel coloured skin, shorter than the blonde, light brown, big doe eyes, and long raven curls. She wore a purple short dress, with a bigger chest than the blonde. And both women were giggling and smiling seductively at him.

You can talk normally to him. I will bend his mind so that he thinks you speak Greek to him. Don’t judge, the way he sees us is how he wants women to look.

Armand traced his fingers over Lestat’s side as he spoke to the other vampire's mind.

Oh…the dirty things he wants to do to you. I might get jealous. Draining him will be fun.

He stepped in behind Armand, close enough that his breath ghosted over the curls at his temple. "Mon cœur… you are extraordinary." His voice was low, warm, threaded with admiration rather than heat. He let his fingers trail lightly down Armand’s arm — not to provoke, but to savour the electricity humming beneath his skin.

"The way you slip into their minds… it is artistry. You make them believe in their own fantasies, and then you turn the page. You let them see the truth only when you decide they are ready."He glanced toward Yiannis, who was still staring at the illusion with greedy fascination, utterly unaware of the two immortals standing before him.

"And this one…" Lestat’s tone softened into something almost mournful. "He walks through life as if no one else exists. As if suffering is a thing he can harvest for convenience."he tilted his head, studying the mortal with a kind of detached curiosity. "You know, Armand… I used to think the thrill came from the chase alone. The running, the fear, the heartbeat. But you—" He touched Armand’s jaw again, thumb brushing lightly along the line of it. "You remind me that the mind is just as delicious. That the story matters. That the villain should understand, even for a moment, that the world is larger than his cruelty."

He leaned in, his forehead nearly touching Armand’s once more. "And hearing you describe it… seeing you like this… it has become one of the great joys of my existence."

Valentin was more than just attentively listening to the things Lestat was sharing with him. He knew a few things about Vampires and Anthony tried to teach him as much as possible, but he never heard a lot about these slumbers Vampires could deliberately take. And then the blond Vampire revealed how he heard about this book that enraged so many other vampires. The younger one nodded a little bit.

“Anthony has a copy of that book, I know for a fact, because I saw him reading it, and he looked very angry. And when I asked if I could read it, he said no.” Valentin didn’t press for it further because Anthony explained that it was unethical to read another vampire’s story like that. And now he was quite glad that he didn’t read it, as it seemed to really affect Lestat more than Valentin thought. Then again, wasn’t it almost natural to be unhappy about having your own life made a spectacle? A faint little sparkle appeared in his emerald green eyes, followed by a quick nod. “I will teach you technology and social media. Social media is very important.”

What also seemed to be very important was the Mind Gift. He remembered vividly how shocked Anthony had been upon learning that Valentin couldn’t even get a glimpse of mortals’ minds even if he tried. 

Shocked by the sudden stop of the car, Valentin looked up with his eyes widened. He looked around and followed Lestat’s guidance in the direction of someone he should use the Mind Gift on. Valentin furrowed his brows. He tried to focus, tried to look for a tingle within him as Anthony taught him, but there was nothing. He couldn’t hear anything. And he tried so hard to focus, but it didn’t help at all. “There is nothing. I’m sorry,” he felt the need to apologize for being a disappointment.” Nervously, he fumbled with his fingers. “What if I never get the Mind Gift? How will I hunt then?” Valentin knew that he couldn’t always rely on other Vampires. Was it even possible that he’d never get it?

The younger Vampire nodded and waited until Lestat took a few steps after they got out of the car. He followed three steps behind without making a sound. He saw Lestat jumping at the victim, who didn’t even have the time to scream. Valentin’s footsteps got a little faster until he reached the gruesome scene. The moment Lestat’s glass nail made a cut to that mortal’s neck, the scent of blood crawled up Valentin’s nostrils. He was young. The scent of blood did something to him. Before Valentin could think about it, his medium-sized fangs dropped. 

With vampiric speed, he closed the distance between them. His cold, firm chest pressed against the man’s back.  Then, he wrapped his arms around the twitching mortal. His tongue darted out enough that he could lap over the little wound. The man’s blood tasted sweet. He was hungry. Oh, so hungry. “I’m scared, I don’t know when to stop,” he admitted, looking into Lestat’s eyes for a bit, but his thirst was stronger.

"You will taste it. It will get bitter. It is alright, it will not kill you, it just won't taste very nice. You will learn to listen to the heart mon cher" Lestat stroked Valentin's back and hair as he fed to encourage him, to soothe him, to ground Valentin in the present and let him know Lestat was right there with him. "Thats it, good boy. Taste how warm and inviting the wine of the vein is-" he softly whispered his encouragement, watching Valentin feed.

"Good job, you stopped before the heart stopped. Oh, messy." Lestat tutted and took out his monogrammed handkerchief to wipe Valentin's lips clean and then to look at the rest of his face. "Perhaps I ought to keep some baby wipes in the car from now on. No matter, you have fed. How did that feel? Does that not invigorate you little one? You surely can not tell me that blood bags compare to it fresh from the vein- surely not" Well modern men had less of a refined palate; maybe it did not taste that different to him only by asking would Lestat know.

"I am so proud of you mon cher, you drank him dry." he praised like someone would praise a toddler for eating all their broccoli. "Cut your thumb, rub your blood on his wound so it heals the bite. And then we will dispose of the body- there is a gambling den not far from here, we shall prop him by their fire exit and make it a gang's problem to dispose off" Lestat would pick up the victim and down three alleyways, a fire escape ladder and practically parkoured down a wall they were at the gambling den abandoning the victim there.

"Have you learned to use your vampiric speed yet?" Lestat asked and if Valentin could not woosh off with him Lestat would halt, come back and throw him over his shoulder to get back to the car with him.

There was a fierceness in him in this bright light that I hadn’t seen before.

It wasn’t rage. No. What Armand felt went beyond rage at this point. It was a frenzy for blood. What they left behind was a gruesome bloodbath that would make a mortal scream in terror. But Armand couldn’t feel any of that. He was still enraged by the audacity of those mediocre vampires to come into their territory thinking they could taunt them. No. They already left their last home, and oh, they had such a nice home before Lestat’s separation anxiety ripped it all apart. Now, they finally settled in Phoenix, acquired a beautiful place, and now they wanted to take it all away from them again?

His name sounded like honey from Lestat’s sweet lips. The older vampire nuzzled his cheek a little more against his companion’s slick hand. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, but Armand felt the love radiating from Lestat. Their foreheads touched, and Armand nuzzled his nose against Lestat’s as if he wanted to inhale his scent. But there was no natural scent on Lestat anymore. And yet, something in Armand’s imagination wanted to tell him that there was a scent. Maybe Lestat’s shampoo, maybe his body butter, perfume, the blood, whatever it was, it smelled like him.

Armand’s dirty hands rested on that small waist, holding him tightly and yet with so much love. His lips parted a little bit, but his gaze followed Lestat over to the surviving vampires. For a split second, he narrowed his eyes, and their bodies pushed flat to the ground by an invisible force and their lips pressed close by force. Then Armand’s gaze moved back to Lestat again.  ❝Relieved? You are.❞ Now, there was relief in Armand’s voice. His palms moved to Lestat’s back, holding him closer to his own body while the other’s hand moved into his curls. 

His eyes closed automatically, and a soft little moan of relief and love fell from his lips as he was kissed on his temple. ❝You are correct, my love. We were too nice. They took me away from you. They pulled us apart for six weeks. They took our old home from us. They tortured you and me because they thought we were weak.❞ Armand’s voice was barely above a whisper. Well aware that he would fuel the fire within his companion. The reminder of Madrid and what they did to them, it had to be brought up.

❝Show me, my beautiful love.❞ Armand opened his eyes and lowered his hands as he felt Lestat stepping back. He smiled an almost sweet, innocent smile. Yes, he ate the heart for his companion, and he would eat so many more. ❝Show them your strength, my love.❞ It was a terrifying smile Lestat had on his lips, but Armand had never seen something that beautiful before.  

He released the grasp he had on the remaining ones and left the trembling creature to his companion. And he watched. The trembling creature tried to get up but failed, and it was a pathetic view as the weakest one of the vampires crawled away from them. It was questionable if they would make it until sunrise. But that was not Armand’s problem.

He approached Lestat, reached for his hand, and laced their fingers. Without saying anything, he lifted Lestat’s hand and kissed the bloody back of it.

❝I didn’t know that you could become any more beautiful. But you are. You are glowing, my jewel. Finally.❞ With his free hand, he cupped Lestat’s cheek. His hand guided Lestat’s head a bit to the side while his thumb traced over his companion’s bottom lip. ❝I love you. The world is ours. This place is ours. And you will do your music. Let them fear us now.❞ Armand opened his mouth, baring his small fangs before he pierced them into Lestat’s neck. His fangs tingled; a moan slipped past his lips when the addictive taste of his companion spread on Armand’s tongue. He didn’t take much, just a little bit, just enough that his wounds healed again. With a smile on his lips, Armand pulled back. His fang pierced his tongue before he captured Lestat’s lips with his own for a passionate, bloody kiss that made it so much harder for Armand to keep his desire at bay.

❝I love you. Shall we fly home and shower the dirt off? You surely don’t want me to devour you here? ❞

Something incandescent moved through him, not frenzy, not hunger, but a terrible, exultant clarity. Armand’s kiss still tingled on his lips, the taste of shared blood lingering like a promise.He lifted his hand—still laced with Armand’s—and drew their bodies closer until their chests brushed, until the heat of Armand’s newly healed skin pressed against him. The desert wind slipped through them, carrying dust and the faint scent of creosote, stirring the blood on their clothes into darker stains.

Lestat’s voice, when it came, was low and warm, almost reverent.

He tilted his head, letting Armand’s thumb rest against his mouth, letting the touch claim him. "Devour me here..." he purred, a soft laugh curling at the edges of the words and claimed a fevered kiss of his companion's lips "Mon ange… if you touched me again, I would let this whole state burn around us."

He leaned in, brushing his nose along Armand’s cheek, slow and indulgent, savouring the closeness like a man starved. "But you are right. Not here. Not with their fear still clinging to the air.W His fingers tightened around Armand’s, possessive, grounding, a vow made through touch rather than words.He glanced once toward the distance where the surviving vampire had fled, dragging broken bones across the desert floor. The night swallowed the creature whole. Good. Let it run. Let it carry the truth.

Lestat turned back to Armand, eyes bright ."You healed beautifully," he said, voice dipping into something tender and dangerous. "And you tasted me like you meant to claim the whole world."He brushed a kiss to Armand’s jaw, slow, lingering, stained with blood. "Come. Let us fly home. Let us wash this night from our skin." His smile sharpened, wicked and adoring all at once. "And then, mon amour… you may devour me whenever you wish."He stepped back just enough to offer his hand again, palm open, stained red, waiting for Armand’s smaller, perfect fingers to fill the spaces between his own.