Title: The reverse of sky and moon

Chapters: One shot

Rated: R (Strong adult)

Pairings: Lestat X Louis

Summary: Lestat is with more girls, and Louis feels that it is about time he changes that.

Warnings: Male to male contact. I would also like to state this story as a fluff.

Kylip: Thank you for the request, this story or chapter would not be here if it were not for them.

Other: This one shot takes place in the first movie (Brad Pitt/ Tom Cruise) And this is before they accept the little girl into their lives. (her name escapes me right now.) Also, I apologize right now and ahead of time for anything that I might have gotten confused in the movie, and other things (spelling).

Request Accept: October.

Chapter one: The reverse of sky and moon

It was a torture watching Lestat try to coax the woman into coming home with him that night. It was as if he was a raging animal with a heavy lust, that always needed to be satisfied.

It did well more then anger Louis because he hated seeing this side of Lestat. Bringing women home just to feed on them, sometimes even having sex with the beasts. Louis looked down for a second.

He had been in an old tavern, along with Lestat. They were suppose to be finding food, which Lestat was having no problem doing. Though it seemed that with all of the brutality and cunning he did, he liked it. It was something that Lestat was good at, he could manipulate anyone, and Lestat knew it. This is what also made Louis a little more then fed up with the other’s attitude.

There was an urge that screamed in Louis. It was as if he did not fulfill this urge, he was going to die. He couldn’t die, of course though, so it was as if it were just going to plainly rip him apart. This urge caused him to stay awake many hours of the day, simply starring up at the roof of his coffin. It also caused him to sometimes think awkward thoughts about Lestat. This urge was lust.

The lust that he felt for Lestat was a sort of burning. It begged for many things. It wanted to be played with and then nurtured. It wanted to be spoken to and about. But most of all, it wanted to be physically entertained. The lust would sometimes become unbearable, as if it were just going to simply take Louis over and go through with it’s demand from Lestat.

When he felt this, he would have to leave. He would have to get out of the apartment, and journey away, sometimes to come across a stray whore. He would not take her though, he had more respect then that. It was perhaps one of the reasons that Lestat often grew angry with him. He hated having the other man angry with him. He always tried his best to please Lestat, but it just didn’t seem to be his best.

The simple reason he did not let his actions take over, was because he was unsure of how Lestat would take them. At the moment, Lestat was all he had left. Everyone was either dead, or food now.

Louis did not notice that Lestat had gotten up and was now leaning next to him, a girl around his side, and then having her arms so tenderly sloppy around his waist.

“Louis….Vinessa and I are going to go back…And….Ahhhhh…” He laughed into her face as he talked to her. “Do stuff.” He laughed again, and then winked at Louis. He then said to him, “You want to come along then?”

Louis gave a small frown and even a sigh. He drew up to his feet though, looking at the two and growing even more disappointed with himself. He so longed that Lestat would be his. Then he could walk around with the other man tied around his waist.

Lestat had been with Vinessa walking ahead. She was leaning on her tiptoes, tripping every once in a while and then slopping words into his ear. It was disgusting because Louis knew that Lestat didn’t care what the girl had to say, he simply wanted her body, her soul, and he would put up with the girl till he got it, faking happiness with every twisted and distorted syllable she would utter out to him.

As she bent down to pick up a pence that she saw on the ground, casually put there by Lestat, he watched. Her fine curves led him to believe that Lestat was going to be up all night, maybe even into the early dawn. He gave the man a quick glance as well.

Lestat had not been looking at the girl, but rather him. His eyes were filled with a sort of, lust filled craving. His eyes were not on the girl bending over though, they were plainly on him.

Louis watched as the other man smiled, grinning with a rather smirk then a sneer. It was as if the man were teasing him, daring Louis to say something.

Instead, Louis simply looked away, as if a little turned down by the whole event. He could feel the other man’s eyes on him. As he knew the other was staring at him, perhaps even thinking of him as he grabbed onto the girl again and began walking down the street again, he felt warm, as if a little more pissed off then he let his own self to believe.

He watched as Lestat dragged the girl up the steps of the apartment. Soon, the girl would see the coffins, and then she would be sucked of all her fluids as if she were being drained of life for hours on end.

As Louis looked up though, he saw Lestat give the girl a tug around the waist, then, as she kissed him deeply on the neck, he gave a small sigh.

She gave her attention to him. “What is wrong…?” She asked, her breath wreaking of stale liquor. Louis could smell it from over where he stood, covered half in shadows.

“I think you should go home.” He said, his voice deep, and smiling at her.

She looked up at him, as if a little taken back by the words. “Wh-”

“Get out of here.” Lestat said, “I don’t want to waste my time with you anymore.” He then turned around, and opened the door. The girl was left behind, as if she were a simple toy being thrown away.

Louis looked at her, her eyes filling with tears that threatened to spill over her empty eyes.

“You--You monster.” She yelled as she began to walk away.

Lestat’s posture seemed to shaken. It became thick, and very edgy. Louis gave him a small frown as he heard him say lowly, “Come along Louis. Let’s head in.” He hadn’t even looked back to see if Louis was indeed following him.

He was though.

“Why did you do that?” Louis asked, his mind ebbing for an answer as to why the man had shaken the girl off like that. That would have been a good meal for himself. Louis himself would not have eaten her, but he knew that, to let such a thing go, Lestat would be really bugged by something.

“I just--why don’t you let it go? Perhaps I don’t always need a reason for everything I do.” Lestat seemed to growl out. His eyes nor head moved to look at Louis. He simply kept walking towards the coffin in the center of the room.

“But Lestat, you simply shook her away. You of all vampires don’t do that. Your action leads me to believe that there is something troubling you.” Louis said with a small worry that tipped his voice.

Lestat leaned over a small table, above it hung a large mirror.

He did not look into it though. He slightly feared of what he would , or would not see.

His eyes seemed to stare at nothing as they roamed over the top of the small table. “Leave it Louis.” He said with a deep voice.

Louis felt his heart tighten up as he watched the other man’s shoulders sink lower.

“Please Lestat…” He said.

Lestat slammed his fist down, “You are better not to push it, Louis.” His voice boomed.

Louis took a step forward, “I wished for death. You brought me back, turned me into one of you. You did this so that you would have a partner, a friend. Let me be it now if you won’t have me any other way.” His voice was unbroken and it seemed he was under full control of the situation. He had even began to reach out, stepping closer to the other man.

“What are you talking about?” Lestat asked, as if he were becoming even more frustrated.

“I’m talking about--” Louis had began but had soon found himself confronted with an angry looking man.

Lestat was gazing at Louis with a tyrant-like stare. He walked towards Louis, and pushed him back, forcing the other against the wall.

Louis gave a small gasp of pain, his shoulders being dug into by Lestat’s vicious and ripping grip.

“Lestat.” Louis said, rather terrified.

“You wish to know me…To feel my pain?” Lestat’s voice dripping with uneasy misery that seemed to come over Louis with more and more breaths of air.

“I care for you, Lestat…I wish only for the better side of you.” He said, his words coming out as a silk like fabric that enveloped around Lestat’s body.

Louis felt him shake, and watched as the other man tilted down his head, then rested against him. He also seemed to stay still as the man began to cry. His own hands came up, and they smoothed over the man’s back, “Lestat…” Was his whispering reply.

It was in that moment that something inside of him began to react to this simple touch and feeling. He gave a sigh, “Tell me what is wrong.” He whispered into the other’s ear.

Lestat did not look at him. He simply gave a hard and deep sigh. “I’m tired Louis. I’m sick. I’m depressed. I have had nothing, and will have nothing. You will in time, like myself come to know what loneliness and pain is.” He hugged onto Louis even tighter. “I want to know what the warmth of love is like again.” He nuzzled into the other’s chest.

Louis kissed him gently on the head. His instinct was to take advantage of Lestat at that very moment. He felt that if he did though, the man would become even more damaged then he could repair.

“Why would you keep that from me?” He asked slowly, and even more cautiously.

“Because…You….” Lestat drew away, and his eyes were stained red. It was a light red. The shade that does not come from a human’s warm body, but rather a rose. A pink rose that has just bloomed.

He ignored the man’s words. He began to beat with his heart, along with Lestat’s, “Would you have me as your warmth? Would you accept me as your lover? Your new life?” Louis asked him.

Lestat looked into his eyes, “You would agree to it if I asked you?” His voice seemed to shake as he spoke that simple sentence.

“I would have you, and take you, if you asked me.” Louis heard his voice deeply telling the other man that he was holding onto.

“And with a simple word? A simple phrase? I feel that it would take much, much more to say such a big and adventurous thing to you.” Lestat began to move away, but still held onto Louis’ hand, “With my body can only come my greatest declaration, my greatest words to you…And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His words seemed real, and with the moon lightly drifting above them, he knew that this was the real Lestat.

“Then so be it.” He smiled as he kissed the other. They feel onto the bed in the room.

Both of their forms slid over one another as they held each other in a locking embrace. The sun itself could not break them, nor tear them from the earth as they embraced themselves, and began the dance that so many other couples would display to one another as the time came and passed.

Louis sat atop. He looked down at the form under him. He took his shirt off and threw it to the other side of the room. He then aided in Lestat’s own shirt removal.

Then he slid over the smooth area with his lips. He roamed over a few old scars that Lestat had adopted onto his own body. He kissed them, and licked them gently with his tongue. His lips pressed into a smile as they played one the neck of the other man.

If Louis were to drink the man’s blood, he would die. He knew this, but for a first time in his vampire life, he wished he could suck the man dry of his body’s life. He wished so hard to posses the man as his own, and for the other to feel the same way.

His hand slid between Lestat’s pants. He stroked the other under the loose cloth. The moans that he got in return caused him to suck lightly onto the flesh of the other man’s neck.

He felt an oncoming fragrance that was Lestat’s smell. It was that of roses. It was a nice smell, should it have been worn by any other creature, it would have been wrong. It suited Lestat.

Lestat began to smile, “We don’t have much time left….” He sighed out.

They both knew this, but it was Louis who had been waiting for Lestat to give the final word of it.

Having heard this, he was now removing the other’s pants, as well as his own. Now both of them being naked, Louis smiled at the pale, white form below him.

Slowly, he took the other’s legs and placed them around him, he stroked himself a few times, making sure he was hard, and leaking. He took his own seed and rubbed it around his hand. He then let his fingers slid into the other’s entrance to loosen him up.

He watched the man’s face as he tightened his smile up. He then gave a small frown as he felt the muscles tighten up, “Relax.” He muttered.

Lestat was soon to obey. He spread his legs farther out and then wrapped them around Louis, “I need you…” He whimpered out.

Louis nodded to him. He leaned into the other, his body looming close to the other’s chest. He kissed Lestat’s lips as he slid into the man with his erection.

Both of them held together. Then, Lestat began to groan with frustration and Louis began to move.

Louis felt the muscles begin to tighten, and he knew that Lestat was giving his best efforts to calm himself down. Louis would simply have to make the other man use to it.

He pumped into him, the smooth, and wet inside of the other man falling over him, he slammed into it harder. This earned him shuddering scream from the other.

Lestat’s eyes were closed now, and he was moving along with the efforts to relieve himself.

“I’m sorry.” Louis muttered to him as he kissed the other’s forehead. He could see the sweat seeping off of the other. He could also feel and see it dripping off of his own muscles and dripping down onto Lestat. The drips met each other, one from each form, and came together. He thrust into the other man harder, and faster, feeling Lestat and himself becoming like the sweat drops as well.

Both of them came to a bursting bliss as they released into and onto one another.

Louis watched as the man below him seemed to gasp for breath as he felt the cock slid out of him. He smiled though when he saw Lestat roll onto his side with a satisfying moan.

He leaned over to one side, and then brought the other man up to his chest. They simply lay there.

Both of them just thinking of one another. As well as the thought of the sweat drops coming into their heads. Just like the drops, they were coming together, and soon enough, they would be one.

And they were both happy with that.

-End of story. Thanks a lot to everyone who read it. I would like to also thank Kylip who requested this story. I hope that this story is what you were looking for, I also hope that if there is ever another time you would like a story, I will be there to full fill it. smiles Have a great day everyone.

-Began 10--

Ended: 7:05 10/19/08

-D.

Wash over those who don’t know. Drench yourself in those that do.