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Chapter 35. xxx

>>>smut warning<<<

   Lestat woke up in his coffin. He crinkled his nose when he realized he was wearing the same, bloodstained clothes from yesterday and hunger washed over him immediately. He could still taste Loki's blood in his mouth and what an exquisite flavor it was! He sighed and got up, heading towards the bathroom. He stood under the hot shower for a half an hour, trying to wash away last night's events. He was ashamed and angry at the same time. Angry, because Loki deliberately disobeyed him and ashamed that he saw him lose control like that. The memory of that delicious blood trickling from Loki's nose as he was swaying around that pole almost naked wouldn't leave him alone. His hunger grew tenfold, but there was a new element to it: desire.

'Stupid brat!' he cursed Loki and turned up the water temperature to scolding hot.

   He didn't want to think of him like that. He was annoying, spoiled and arrogant, the type who always had to have the last word. Just like him. No, nothing good can come out of this. He needs to bottle up these feelings and shove them into the darkest corner of his mind. Let's help Loki back on his feet, say goodbye and then everything can go back to normal. He then remembered that he was so eager to get out of his dirty attire, he forgot to check if he was alone. He turned off the shower and listened. He was not in. He let out a relieved sigh. He knew he provided Loki with an arsenal of quips and insults for the foreseeable future and he was not in the mood to give him the satisfaction.

   He went to the library room to check today's headlines about last night's carnage. "Bloodbath in the club"; "Sunday, Bloody Sunday"; "Murder on the dancefloor" and so on. He thought about the bodyguards he killed, but he couldn't feel remorse. All of them did terrible things working for Vex and they would have killed them if he didn't do it first. He heard the gate door open and knew it was Loki. He frowned, looking at his watch. It was nearly 7:00PM. His first thought was to leave, but then his pride kicked in, this was his house after all. He leaned back in his armchair, pulling his laptop on his lap. He heard Loki approaching and prepared himself for the inevitable.

'Good evening. Have you seen the news?' he asked, striding in confidently, hopping down on the chair across from him.

'I have, yes.' he replied unfazed, not looking up.

'Sweet Valhalla! Your hair! It's all grown back. So, I guess at least one thing is true in those books.'

Lestat finally deigned Loki with a bored look. He noticed that the bite on his neck was almost fully healed, then turned his focus back to his laptop's screen.

'You're not going to say anything?'

'What is there to say? They won't be able to identify us. Besides, you were the one who went off script.'

'Oh, get a grip, 007! It's not my fault you turned into Nosferatu!' Loki replied, and put his feet up on the table.

   Lestat couldn't help, but smile, clicking on a random article about the life of killer whales, pretending to read. Loki tried to act nonchalantly, but the vampire's relaxed demeanor riled him up. He appeared in front of him, grabbing the arms of his chair, towering over him. Lestat looked up at him calmly, yet Loki's fragrance and the blood pulsating in his veins were like a siren song calling to him and he needed his centuries long expertise to feign indifference.

'Can I help you?' he asked, closing his laptop.

'If you pull anything like that again, I will kill you.' the young prince hissed, his eyes glowing with fury now.

'Noted. I won't bite you again unless you ask me to.' Lestat replied with a cocky smirk and Loki's knuckles turned white, he was gripping the wood so hard.