Down below

Chapter 40. xx

Loki came to his senses with a loud gasp. He was still in Lestat's bedroom, tucked under the duvet. He had no recollection of anything after Lestat's mouth magnified his orgasm to a mind-numbing degree. The curtains were drawn together, but he could see the rays of the sun peaking through. The bite marks on his wrist and neck stung. He turned his head and saw Lestat sleeping peacefully next to him which came to him as a shock. He thought he would have disappeared into whatever secret chamber he used to retire. He must have been really out of it when the morning came which was like a sedative to vampires, making them faint wherever it reached them - as far as Loki knew from the books. He carefully leaned over the Marquis. He had never seen a sleeping vampire before, and it was exciting to have him at his mercy. If he wanted, he could drive a stake in his heart or slit his throat, he thought.

'You can certainly try, let's see which one of us survives.' Lestat murmured, startling Loki.

'What the hell?' he mumbled in surprise and reinforced his mental shield.

'You shouldn't believe everything you read.'

'So you can walk in the sunlight? Stay awake?'

Lestat rolled onto his back to look at him, a tired smile playing on his lips.

'Aren't you a curious little prince. If I tell you, will you guard my dreams?'

It was a very odd question to ask. He looked so seductive, so powerful, yet vulnerable at the same time, Loki wasn't sure how he felt about him anymore and so he stayed silent. Lestat sighed and turned his back on him again, pulling the duvet over his chest.

'Make up your mind quickly, because I'd prefer sleeping, also, I would really hate killing you if you tried anything.'

Loki felt himself getting hard again and he was utterly confused. Is he using his vampire allure on him? What is happening? Why is he getting turned on by his threat?

'Stop it.' he told him with as much menace in his voice as he could muster.

'Stop what? I'm trying to sleep here, you were the one dropping his mental wards like a beginner, waking me up.'

'Because you're fucking with my head! I know you are.' Loki hissed, sitting up, covering himself with the blanket.

'Please, leave.' Lestat yawned. 'I don't have the patience for your blushing virgin act.'

Loki bit his lip, not deigning him with an answer. He would have happily got up and leave, but he didn't want the vampire to see his arousal. God, he was so annoying!

'Get out!'

'Gladly! Just...give me a second here.'

'There's water on the night stand in case you haven't noticed. Drink, hydrate and go!' Lestat growled at him, thinking he was too dizzy from the blood loss.

Loki obeyed and drank, biding his time, but the fact that he knew Lestat was probably lying naked next to him didn't exactly help. Images came crashing down, hot, luscious, dirty images and the more he resisted them, the filthier they got. He laid back down, pulling the blanket up to his neck.

'What are you doing?' Lestat asked him with a tired sigh.

'Sleep.'

'Are you telling me to sleep or you are trying to sleep?'

'Both.'

Lestat didn't reply, just hummed and stretched his legs before turning absolutely still, like a living statue. Loki was listening to the 150 years old wall clock ticking, trying to meditate, then he started to count the seconds. He made it to 300, but his erection was still standing proud, mocking him. He turned to his side, away from Lestat and squeezed it hard, so hard, he bit the insides of his cheek not to make any sound. He was so hot, why is this happening?