Down below

Chapter 49. xxx

   Lestat came to his senses slowly. He felt weak, thirst itching in his throat. He could feel strong arms and legs wrapped around his body. He went still, the memories of last night came crashing down on him. His eyes went wide and his breathing ceased for a moment. He didn't know he was capable of getting off without drinking blood and the fact that Loki took him there was incomprehensible to him. The intimacy he felt lying in Loki's embrace frightened him, bringing back all the times he allowed himself to get lost in someone and the bitter consequences. He tried to move, but Loki's arms tightened around him. After the initial shock, his bloodlust returned along with that other type of hunger. "Not again." he thought, ashamed and annoyed. What is it about Loki? What is going on? A piqued sigh spilled from his throat.

'Good morning.' he heard Loki's voice and its hoarseness fired him up even more.

'You're crashing me.' he replied, trying to sound blasé and wanted to facepalm himself for saying something so lame.

He could practically feel Loki grinning as his arms tightened around him.

'Nonsense. You love it.' Loki mumbled into his hair.

   Lestat was utterly frustrated and after a few seconds of struggle, he managed to break free. He sat up, wiping his messy hair out of his face. He was now starving and Loki lying next to him stark naked was just too much. He didn't want him to see the effect he had on him, so he slid towards the edge of the bed, but the next moment Loki's arms were around his torso again, pulling him back down with ease.

'Where are you going?'

'I'm thirsty.' he hissed and he pried his hands off, but Loki wrestled him to the bed, lying on top of him. 'Mon Dieu! You're heavy.'

'You mean muscular, ripped, handsome.' Loki grinned at him from above with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

'Heavy.' Lestat repeated defiantly, trying not to melt under his gaze.

'You didn't complain last night.' Loki chuckled. 'I can see you're hangry. You can ask me, you know.'

'Not sure what you mean.'

Loki's eyes narrowed with slight irritation before he leaned closer to him, gliding upwards, so Lestat could feel his arousal and vice versa. They just stared at each other for a moment before Loki broke into a bright smile.

'I meant you can drink from me. You don't need to leave.'

'What if I want to try someone else? What if I don't want your blood?'

Loki shook his head, smiling, his onyx hair tickling Lestat's face.

'It is painfully obvious that you're lying.' he grinned, grinding into Lestat.

'That's just my thirst.'

'Yes, your thirst for me.' Loki purred, trying to kiss him, but Lestat turned his head away. 'You are one capricious creature, indeed.'

'Creature?!' Lestat growled and pushed him off, straddling him.

'Well, you are a vampire.' Loki smiled innocently.

   Lestat took a deep breath then exhaled, staring into those beautiful emerald green eyes.

'Well then, shall we?' Loki asked with his irksome, confident smirk that got under Lestat's skin every single time. 'Or you're playing coy, is that it?'

   The Marquis just groaned, irate and then leaned to his neck, sinking his fangs in. Loki let out a low moan and Lestat cursed his treacherous body for heating up instantly with lust.

'Touch me, please.' he heard Loki's voice. 'Please...'

   He debated with himself, and God knows he tried to resist, but the need in Loki's voice disarmed him, so he wrapped his fingers around his shaft as Loki clung into his hips, grinding into his hands.