| A silent enchanted garden under the moon. Jungle-like. Several terraces high up on a steep cliff, one leading down to the next, looking out over the deep blue waters of the Mediterranean. Once conceived and realized by a famous British garden architect now peacefully deserted, nature slowly but gradually reclaiming its terrain, transforming the carefully planned designs into a wild, more amorphous beauty. Looking closely between the old cypress trees and stone pines, it's easy to imagine the ladies in their white summer dresses, faces behind fans as they walk along the tangled paths, chattering and laughing. Off to the side, looking over to them, the gardeners, busy invisible hands always at work to maintain the transient splendour. There are palm trees, large box tree quadrangles and roses, all sorts of roses, now growing wild; there are statues and angels, water basins, large terracotta pots and vases overgrown with moss hidden in the lush vegetation. "And now we are here on this night of all nights," Louis said as he stepped out onto the large terrace, where Lestat stood resting against the sandstone balustrade --. above him only the sky, behind him the distant lights of ships out at sea. "You're shivering, "Lestat whispered. "Let me warm you." Stepping up to his fledgling, he put his arms around Louis' bare torso, revelling in the soft cool skin, slightly nuzzling at his lover's neck, not actually piercing the skin, only leaving a thin red line on the white flesh. Moaning with pleasure, Louis started to open Lestat's shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Quickly losing his patience, however, he hastily ripped it open -- a small sharp sound as the white silk was torn apart and thrown to the ground. Louis' sharp nails left a narrow bloody trail on his lover's chest; hungrily he licked the blood away while fondling Lestat's nipples until they were painfully hard and erect. And down went Louis' hands, down to Lestat's sharp hipbones, slipping under the waistband, quickly opening the fly and pulling the pants down. With a small sigh, Lestat closed his eyes and leaned back onto the stone railing, his arms stretched wide. "Oh yes," he murmured. "I have been dreaming about this for so long ..." "What have you been dreaming, my prince?" Louis asked kneeling in front of his maker, kissing his way downwards and letting his hands run over Lestat's thighs. "That it would be you who stole kisses from me. That it would be you who came to me while I lay behind the transparent curtains of my bed turning restlessly from one side to the other as if in a fever. "That ...," Lestat winced as his briefs were stripped off, but he did not move. "You put aside the curtains and started to ravish me ..." "Ravish you?" Louis whispered with a smile, squeezing Lestat's tight buttocks . "Like this, you mean?" and closed his mouth around the delicious soft flesh at the top of Lestat's manhood. It seemed to have been twitching and aching for that loving caress and now, at his lover's attention, it responded immediately by growing harder, thrusting forward demandingly into Louis mouth. "Yes," Lestat moaned as a wave of pleasure washed over his body, threatening to sweep him off his feet as Louis' hands continued their ministrations while the fangs pierced the tender flesh of Lestat's inner thigh. Louis' mind began to spin as he tasted the first drops, and at the same time he felt an intense heat starting to consume him slowly but gradually from within. But he drew away from Lestat only after a short while, after merely a few precious drops of blood, moving up to his maker's face, covering the length of Lestat's body with his own, giving him a long passionate kiss which enabled Lestat to savour traces of his own blood lingering still on Louis' tongue. "Oh Louis," Lestat smirked, eagerly returning the kiss. " Louis, I can't believe that you're still wearing these damp impossibly tight trousers. Don't you feel somehow "restrained"?" "Hmmm, now that you mention it, " Louis grinned, stepped back and began to open his trousers with inciting slowness. "You're right, I've been restrained much too long, but I can assure you that's over now." "Yes, I feel I need some more assurance, " Lestat grinned back, devouring each of Louis' fluid moves with his eyes as his fledgling unhurriedly peeled himself out of his old jeans. "Wanna take a swim?" Louis asked when he had finally gotten rid of all uncomfortable pieces of clothing. "A swim?" Lestat questioned ironically. "Ah, that's not exactly what I had in mind ..." "Well, I can guess your lascivious thoughts," Louis chuckled, striking a finger at Lestat. "But you're not the only one who comes from an age of decadence, my friend," and with that he gave Lestat a slight tip so that his maker fell backwards in a large water lily basin, the water splashing in all directions. "What the hell!" Lestat grumbled when he emerged again, shaking his wet hair, some sort of seaweed over his face. He was standing upright in the shallow basin, circles of small waves playing around his slender hips, beads of water on his body glistening like silvery pearls in the pale moon light. But before Lestat could go on ranting, Louis joined him in the warm water, embracing him, greedily kissing the drops of water from his lover's cool wet lips. "My beautiful son of a river god, " he teased his maker. "Adorned with sea grass and wild water lilies. But do you know what happened once to such a striking Adonis when he took a bath in a deserted fountain all alone at night with only the stars to watch over him in his breathtaking beauty?" With one arm he embraced Lestat from behind while his other hand cupped Lestat's buttocks, squeezing them tightly, while scraping his fangs once more against Lestat's neck. Lestat gasped. "What ... what happened to that boy?". "You wouldn't guess," Louis answered, breathless, pulling Lestat close, his long hard member pressed against Lestat's back. "A hideous satyr had discovered the boy and that wild creature from the woods was not satisfied by adoring his naked beauty only from afar. No, he lusted after having the young man at his mercy, to hold down him with his strong hands while placing lecherous kisses on his shivering flesh." Leaving a trail of wet kisses on Lestat's neck Louis laughed silently. "It was a pleasure for that ferocious beast to shame the young 'innocent' by touching his most private parts in an obscene ... but obviously ... very pleasing way." Lestat writhed against his fledgling's body, growing more and more exited under Louis' delicate caresses. While speaking, Louis was fondling Lestat's erection with one hand, whereas his other hand went to Lestat's backside to explore the narrow opening there, cautiously at first, but then more and more insistent, taking a pleasure in widening him, making his lover groan. "Ah, yes, shameful it was for the young man, "Louis continued his narration between little sighs. "For even if the boy despised that horrible creature, those forced upon acts had incited a desire in him he had never felt before. The desire to be violated, to be taken. Just like this." And with that Louis entered his lover from behind. The sensation of being so tightly surrounded almost overwhelmed Louis, driving him nearly mad with desire, making him thrust into Lestat again and again, to claim him in a way that made his lover cry out. "Louis, please," Lestat pleaded hoarsely, offering his throat where the vein seemed to be throbbing violently; and this time Louis, no longer wishing to hold back, sank his teeth in the soft flesh and drank, drank like someone who has almost died of thirst after days and days spent in the desert. The boundaries between them began to dissolve, the world around him was pulverized into nothingness, and he no longer heard the distant sound of the waves rolling against the shore deep down under them or that of the cicadas singing nearby. All these things were gone. There was only this divine elixir which was like liquid fire. And images came tumbling down on Louis: Lestat's face, his eyes widened in horror as he gazed at a terribly black-burnt figure lying in a coffin, his mouth opened in a silent cry of total despair. A young mortal man, cream-coloured skin, a mop of unruly dark hair embracing Louis, grasping the lapels of his jacket, pleading desperately with him: "But you must give it to me.... take me off this cross ...you can't turn me away like this ..." And he saw his own face, unnaturally white, abnormally beautiful, the green eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Ah, I can and I have." Lestat looking out over a sun-burnt field at night seeing a figure approaching from afar with long graceful strides. Without hesitating he switched off the alarm system, opened the large glass doors and stepped out into the blackness. And suddenly all the images dissolved into a haze of colours and he only heard the beating of a heart, pounding in accordance to the rhythm of his own, and with each heartbeat, with each wave of pleasure that washed through his body, this pounding became louder and louder and suddenly one last image appeared: the face of a young man in a crowd of people in a ballroom, all dressed in velvet and lace, those beautiful 18th century extravaganzas, dancing, joking, in high spirits. And the young man turned around, his face flushed, his emerald eyes sparkling with delight, and he laughed a carefree and cheerful laugh ... And then there was nothing else but the blood and the divine rhythm of their bodies in the water, moving in unison, almost delirious in their frenzy until they finally climaxed together. Louis cried out. Minutes later, hours later, who could say as time and place no longer existed, he felt Lestat draw back and suddenly they were separated into two beings again and he felt Lestat's limp body pressed against his, shivering slightly still. "Oh my God, " Louis whispered, slowly coming back to his senses. "I've almost drained you." Lestat smiled weakly. "I love you, my Beautiful One." "And I love you, "Louis sighed, leaving a lingering kiss on Lestat's lips. Quickly he lifted Lestat's flaccid body out of the water, placed him cautiously on the grass, and lay next to him, dreamily tracing the contours of Lestat's body. "Louis ...", Lestat breathed hardly audible, looking at him for the longest time, his eyes still dark with arousal. "Come! ... Do it again!" Louis smiled and slowly, gently he moved on top of his lover, stretching Lestat's arms over his head, their fingers entwined, their bodies touching from head to toe. "You really want me to go on?" he asked, brushing a wet strand from Lestat's forehead. "Seems you are the one who's insatiable." "Yeah, that's me. But I've been waiting for this for so long - that you'd finally accept my blood. There were times when I thought you would never ever drink from me. Well, you had your reasons, reasons I've come to accept although I couldn't fully comprehend them." "Yes, I know now that my well-founded reasoning led to so many misunderstandings and bitterness between us, making you believe I'd reject you in the end. Ah, but how could I reject you?" Louis answered, moving his body ever so slightly up and down Lestat's, instantly renewing the desire in both of them. "I wanted you the moment I first saw you, " Lestat breathed, closing his eyes for a moment. "That was even before your brother died and you became a desperate broken reflection of your former self, frantically trying to forget your misery at the gambling tables or in the fleeting embrace of whores, more than ready to throw your life away in the arms of an unknown stranger. Of course, I wanted you, wanted to drink up your life, but I also wanted you to drink up mine. I've been dreaming about this for two centuries." "And now I make your dreams come true," Louis whispered hoarsely and sank his fangs into Lestat's neck. Lestat groaned and then he bit his lover back, taking deep draughts which speedily restored his strength, the intensity of tasting Louis almost overpowering him. But suddenly Lestat no longer seemed to be able to content himself to being passively ravished, swiftly he rolled Louis on his back, pinning him down on the ground with his weight, his mouth sealed on Louis' neck, while Louis drank from him with equal ferocity. Louis moaned as he felt his legs being spread apart and his hips being lifted, he buried his nails in Lestat's back, drawing blood, and cried out as Lestat penetrated him with long forceful thrusts. *** The moon had almost reached the end of its nightly itinerary and in the east the sky began to pale imperceptibly while the stars little by little lost their brilliance. It was the hour before sunrise when the night is quiet, so quiet that the only thing Louis heard was the heartbeat of his lover as they lay snuggled against each other, his head resting on Lestat's chest. "How I love those warm spring nights, but they're so short, " Lestat said dreamily, pulling Louis close. "I wish we could lie like this forever". "Forever is a long time," Louis answered quietly, nestling up to him. "But there is always tomorrow". The End |
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