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Chapter 46. xxx

I'm not a fan of tw's as they might ruin the reader experience, 

so let's call this a reminder that our "heroes" switched bodies.

 

   It was easy to follow his heartbeat, back to Lestat's room. The door was locked.

'Really?' he told the Marquis. 'Well, it's your door.' and kicked it in.

The door splintered into bits. It was utterly satisfying.

'Your fault.' he stated cockily, looking around the place.

   Light came from the bathroom, so he stormed in with his preternatural speed. He found Lestat naked, staring at his visibly turned-on body.

'Admiring the view?' he said, pleased with the hungry look on the other's face, feeling himself getting hard as he watched Lestat exploring his abs, down to his erection. 'You shameless little beast.'

'I'm just checking out the goods for scientific purposes.' Lestat looked at him slyly from the mirror, his eyes narrowing with lust as he caressed his length.

'And?' Loki asked, getting rid of his clothes.

'Everything seems to be in working order. You fit me like a glove.'

'Is that so?' Loki purred, stepping behind him, reaching around to place his hands on his chest. 'Shall we put that theory to the test then? See if you can control my body as well as I would?'

Lestat turned around, running his gaze up and down of his own body with Loki in it.

'If you have to ask...' he grinned, pulling Loki closer by the hips, grinding himself into him, drawing a low groan.

   Loki crashed his lips against Lestat's, kissing him hungrily, tongues colliding, then dragged his mouth over his jaws and neck. He picked him up and carried him to the bed, but he wasn't careful enough and drew blood when he bit down on his lower lip playfully. The taste of his own blood jolted through him like lighting and the next thing he knew, he was on his back with Lestat pressing both hands on his neck, squeezing it painfully. He looked at him confused.

'You need to muzzle your bloodlust. You can't lose control like that.' Lestat said solemnly, but there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

'What happened?'

'You wanted to rip into my throat, so I restrained you after a well-aimed hit to your left temple to knock you out.'

'Oh...'

'Yes, oh.' Lestat said in a dark whisper, sliding off to lie beside him while he was stroking Loki in slow circles, deliberately avoiding the area that was begging for his attention the most. 'Now you know the amount of restraint I have to exercise every day. Especially around you.'

'You are a seasoned masochist then.'

'It's the price my kind has to pay for immortality. Well, not all of them, but those who succumb to their every fleeting desire don't last long. I don't enjoy hurting people. I cherish them. They keep me alive with their blood, their beautiful arts, their desires.'

   Loki wanted to ask more, but he felt Lestat's fingers finally grazing along his shaft ever so lightly, moving on to his inner thighs, urging him to part his legs for him with a slight press of the palm and so he did.

'I think we should switch back.' he heard Lestat.

'Why would you say that?'

'I don't think you can control my body and I don't trust myself either.'