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Chapter 36.xxx

   Lestat was delirious. When Loki disappeared from his arms, his first reaction wasn't to dart after him, no. He just blinked in surprise then started to laugh. Loki's blood got him so high like the finest drugs. He sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling and just laughed and laughed. He wanted to embrace the whole world to his chest. He felt happy. He decided to take a walk on the streets of his beloved New Orleans, find a stranger and dance just for the fun of it. He got dressed and left the house. After a few failed attempts, two college girls agreed to dance with him. They were giggling and screaming as he took turns spinning them around. He let one of them kiss him and he kissed her back passionately, like she was his one true love, then he waved goodbye. He felt so alive, truly alive. He jumped up in the sky from a deserted backstreet and flew towards the stars until the air was thin, he could barely breathe, then just floated around, staring at the constellations until he felt the morning in his bones. He flew back to the house in Rue Royale and went inside with soft steps like a cat. He couldn't help but stop and listen to the quiet, steady breathing of his guest. He suppressed his desire to sneak inside Loki's room, just to look at him sleep. He probably would stab him and retiring with a wound was never Lestat's favourite, so he headed toward his bedroom. He opened the hidden door that led to his coffin and climbed inside. He closed his eyes, waiting sleep to pull him under. He could feel his hunger return and forced himself to ignore it, thinking of their kiss on the dancefloor, suddenly desperate to feel Loki's lips one more time.

   Loki woke up feeling drained, but rested after ten hours of deep sleep. It was early afternoon. He checked his neck in the mirror and the bite mark was barely visible. He was healing faster. He took a thorough shower and went out to grab breakfast, because he was positively famished. He was busy plotting all sorts of revenge scenarios for Lestat. He felt in his element again, coming up with devious plans was his territory. Oh, he will make him regret messing with him like that. He knew by now that the Marquis was possibly stronger than he was or at the very least they were on the same level, so he needed to train harder to get back into shape. The thought of immobilizing him with his spells made his magic course through his body in thick, hot waves. He grinned triumphantly and took a sip from his coffee. Oh, he's getting there.

   He only returned to the house later that night. He scanned it, Lestat wasn't at home. He was practicing all day, pushing himself to the edge then he got himself a massive chicken burger with fries. He teleported into a wellness centre that closed for the night, relaxing in a hot tub for an hour. He cast a spell to warn him when the Marquis enters the house and went to his room. He reread the chapter where David taught Lestat how to leave his human body and tried to recreate it. He tried for an hour, but all he could manage was a slight tingling in his limbs. He let out a tired sigh and conjured himself a strong espresso, but fell asleep ten minutes later.

   He didn't meet Lestat until three days later. He arrived back from his evening run, strutting to the kitchen to get some water when he heard someone sigh quietly. He downed the glass of water and sneaked closer to the source. The sighs came from a woman for sure and he grinned, hoping that Lestat would be too distracted to hear him. He followed the sounds to one of the bedrooms. The door was ajar and he cloaked himself invisible before looking inside. He saw a girl sitting in Lestat's lap, her caramel skin in stark contrast to his pale complexion like some sort of beautiful painting. Her back was leaning against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. They were both naked, sitting on the edge of the bed with their feet on the floor as the girl was riding him slowly. Lestat was licking her neck, his fingers sliding in and out of her deftly. Loki could see a few bite marks on the girl's shoulders, but she didn't seem to mind or maybe she was so lost in pleasure that she wasn't aware of the vampire feeding on her. She just moaned, louder and louder as Lestat increased the pace of his fingers and started to thrust upwards with his hips. The girl grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them as she was being fucked from the back and fingered in the front, reaching climax with several squirts. Lestat was rubbing her clit so fast, it was all a blur, making a sloshing sound that turned Loki on. He cursed inwardly. Lestat stopped drinking and watched the girl writhing in his lap under the waves of orgasms with an amused look. His cheeks were flushed from the blood he had just drunk, making him seem utterly human and even more good-looking. Suddenly, Lestat's eyes locked into his and Loki found himself checking if he was still invisible. He was.