#mpreg lestat

“I don’t see a collar,” Lestat answered, when the dog plopped his giant head at Lestat’s feet. A long thread of drool spread over his knee, but Lestat couldn’t care less.“He doesn’t have a name.” Lestat leaned down to pet the dog’s head, rubbing the knuckle of his index finger against the dog’s long nose. “He’s very handsome. Or… he will be when he’s had a bath.”

“He doesn’t smell all that good,” Louis wrinkled his nose with no intention of making a meal out of this fluffy beast Lestat was so enamoured by. “I’ve never had a dog before,”

“You’ve never–” Lestat paused, looking from Louis, to the dog and back again. “Would you like one now?”

Louis shrugged, bending down to offer his hand to the dog.“Why not?”

“Really?”

“We’ll have to stop at,” Louis wrinkled his nose after checking his watch. “Walmart,” he gave a little shudder. “He needs things.” Like a bed, because that behemoth was not going to be sleeping in their bed, shedding its hair all over the sheets. “I’ll run in, if you want.”

“You would do that for me?”

“If we can convince him to get in the car.”

It didn’t take any effort at all. Lestat got off the bench and the dog followed, Louis opened the back passenger door and he jumped in like he’d done that a million times before. “I guess we have a dog now.” Louis got into the car and started the engine.

—--

True to his word, Louis parked in the mostly empty lot at Walmart, leaving Lestat in the passenger seat and a monster-sized dog ducked down in the back, because he was too tall to sit up.

“Sorry.” Louis mumbled pressing his overheated cheek into the cool, smooth satin lining of the coffin. 

“You’re fine, Mon Cher,”

Louis did not feel fine. He had a swarm of bees bumping up against his skull. “What’s that noise then?” 

“I don’t hear anything.” The coffin was supposed to be soundproof. Lestat draped his arm over Louis’ ribcage, holding him still and burying his face in the softness of Louis’ pajama shirt, letting his eyes fall closed and the heaviness of sleep fall over him. 

“Listen.” Louis insisted, “Can’t you hear it?”

Yes, Louis was a balm to Lestat’s nerves, until Louis insisted on tap-dancing on every last one. “Please,” Lestat begged, without opening his eyes. “Either go to your own coffin, or shut up and lay still.”

Louis turned over, accidentally knocking his knee into Lestat’s hip. 

Lestat lost his patience, he could only take so much in the middle of the day when precious threads of comfortable sleep were so hard to come by. “OUT!” Lestat clicked the latch, the lid popped open, “go. Get out and come back normal!”

Louis sat up, annoyed by Lestat’s annoyance. “How the fuck do you not hear that?”

“It’s an important measurement,” Fareed said.

“He said no.” Louis was firm, when he stepped between Lestat and the doctor.

“As I said, the ultrasound isn’t needed. The exam will be quick--”

“There’s not going to be one,” Louis said, louder this time. “Lestat said no.”

“But--”

“You just want to put your fingers somewhere, don’t you?” Louis hissed, eyes wide with sudden malice. “You fuckin’ weirdo. Why do you want to stick your fingers where they don’t belong, huh?”

“Louis,”

“I’ll tell you where you can stick ‘em, Fareed. Right up your--”