#eladead

Business, yeah, some stability to ground him after decades of cheap thrills? The manner in which Louis fails to instantly turn down Lestat's idea and instead purses his lips in thought should already say something. Cannes makes sense, so why not? If it goes wrong, he can sell the whole thing to the highest bidding anytime. "From partners in crime to business partners, huh?"

Canting his head to the side, a lopsided smile survives the next one, two beats. And he squints at Lestat— wait for the conditions to drop, love! "Hmm, if I get to shoot your promo pictures and you, in exchange, don't wreak havoc in the penthouse", he trails off with a pointed look for emphasis before offering a languid shrug. "Then I'm in."

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John pinched the bridge of his nose...Lestat.

"Perhaps," he paused, considering. "One day."

An apologetic nod of his head is offered; he is not about to confess that his late arrival is partially due to his inability to watch a cat in need of help without doing anything about it. 

Someone here got flustered, huh? Lestat's request might amuse Louis and yet, he manages to don a deadpan look. Save for the small crease to his brows indicating confusion in tandem with a barely visible shake of his head to round it off. Deliberately slow steps shrink the distance gaping between the vampires, eye contact stubbornly maintained so Lestat hopefully misses Louis blindly typing on his phone.

One blink later and mere inches left between their faces, Louis' mien morphs into a faux apologetic one. Before he lifts the phone into sight, screen facing Lestat and the unsent message reads: Good boy. He said he might be deaf, riiight? Noted. Now watch Louis fight the shit-eating grin trying to split his mouth.

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....it takes a good, old vampiric grab to get ahold of the side of Ben's head, pulling him toward the fuming vampire. It's a split second before their lips collide, sharp contact with bruising consequences. Lestat kisses him with raw resentment, and for a few moments, he seems to on get angier. Finally, he pries Ben's head away with a similar flourish. "Now your mouth is worth something." Lestat hisses against Ben's mouth, hitting his chest with an open palm to regain distance. "Now keep your mouth SHUT."

oh. well lookie here! instant chill washes up the supe's spine. spreads over broad, freckled shoulders and blossoms in goosebumps up a long neck. grab his hair or face like that? you better fucking mean something behind it. dangerous glint in his eyes warns as such. right before their mouths collide in a kiss that'd crack a normal human's teeth. send them straight to the fucking dentist for some falsies. ben, however? he's free to kiss him back. just as vicious. adds teeth in at the last second. the flesh snagged between twin rows of white as the vampire rips his mouth away. so close. almost left a mark. if he were a lesser person? the smile he gives lestat right after would be bloody. for a second? soldier boy mourns his lost ability to fucking easily bleed. tongue scrapes over his bottom lip. snags the corner. eyebrows twitch. shaking his head and clicking that tongue against the roof of his mouth, he steps forward after recovering from the shove that, honestly, did rattle him off balance for a blink.

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