Characters are not mine, but Anne Rice's. Knopf, etc. I make no damn money so leave me alone.

Going Downe

Gairid

Lestat leaned back, the small electric razor still purring in his hand. He was kneeling between Louis' spread thighs, eyeing his lover's crotch with an air of inspection. On the bed, in the small space between them were several small mounds of fine, black downe. Lestat switched the little razor off, and tossed it behind him carelessly. It bounced off the mattress and fell to the floor.

Experimentally, he ran his fingers over the newly exposed skin, making sure to cover each smooth centimeter. He smiled up at Louis.

"A good job. But I *think* I need to fine-tune it a little bit. You know, my darling this....aspect? It makes you look even *bigger*."

Lestat sat back on his haunches, admiring his lover for several long moments, idly stroking himself. He leaned across Louis' prone body to the nightstand, taking from it a straight razor and the little bottle of unscented oil. He made it a point to be sure his skin brushed lightly over Louis', letting Louis feel his engorged cock briefly pressed against his belly. Louis could not move; he was bound to the four posts of the bed, at the tender mercies of his avid and intent maker.

After liberally applying the smooth oil to every possible area, paying extra attention to Louis' throbbing cock and his now-naked balls, Lestat deftly flicked open the straight razor. It was old, an intriguing toy he'd found in one of the many antique shops that dotted the Quarter. The handle was smooth bone, worn from use. The blade was wickedly sharp, winking and glinting in the light afforded by the myriad candles in the room.

"Hold still, now Louis. We want this to be nice and close, oui?" Lestat murmured, leaning and scraping delicately the flesh of Louis' lower abdomen.

"And what will you do if you should nick me, Lestat?" Louis asked him, lifting his head from the pillow Lestat had placed beneath him earlier. He could see the top of the Brat's head and the deliberate small movements of his hands as he removed what little hair there was left.

Glancing briefly up at Louis, Lestat grinned evilly.

"You really shouldn't distract me, Mon Cher. This is exacting work you know."

With a deft movement, Lestat made a long slash in Louis' flesh below the banded muscle of his taut belly.

Louis gasped sharply.

Lestat looked at the parted white flesh filling with red. His nostrils flared rhythmically and his mouth opened slightly as he drew the heady scent in. He cut his eyes back to Louis' face.

"You see? One... little... slip." Lestat shook his head, and leaned over to lap at the spreading scarlet splash. A shiver passed through him as he tasted his lover, the first drawn blood of the evening. He licked the wound clean and watched it knit itself closed. A negligent wound, healed quickly.

Lestat continued his close work, feeling the minute trembling in Louis' body. When he felt he had removed every small hair, and the last bit of oil was blotted away by the small hand towel he held in his left hand, he flicked the blade again, close to the crease of Louis' thigh. Closing the razor, he reached across Louis to place it with deliberate care on the nightstand. He moved back to his position between Louis' naked thighs, looking at the bleeding wound. Exhaling strongly through his nose, Lestat pushes the hair back from his face.

"How careless of me." He said. "Let me just see to that, Cheri."

Again, licking at the little wound until it closed, and then licking the entire area, a thorough little tongue-bath. Louis was gasping.

"There. " Lestat said, a satisfied look on his face. "All finished, and as smooth as an egg. How does *that* feel my love?"

Louis made no answer, quite undone from sexual tension.

"Oh look." Lestat murmured, a regretful note in his voice, "I *missed* a spot."

Louis watched his lover lean over him once more, though he made no move to pick up the razor again. Louis arched his body up as far as he was able, to Lestat's mouth. Lestat kissed the tip of his twitching cock, and then drew the hard length into his eager mouth. Louis struggled against his restraints. Lestat released his cock, gazing up at him, lazily stroking the line of Louis' stomach.

"Louis? Are you comfortable, my love?" Lestat rubbed his face lovingly against Louis' cock. "Not too tight?"

Louis was trying to throw a leg over the Brat.

"I'm sure you *want* it tight, Mon Cher," Louis breathed seductively.

"I always knew you could read my mind, Louis." Lestat chuckled. He observed Louis' increased struggling against his bonds.

"Uh, uh, uh. It's too early to begin breaking the furniture to pieces, my darling." Lestat chided.

Louis rolled his head impatiently.

"We're awake. We're together. How can it be too early?" Louis demanded.

The Brat gazed up at Louis through his golden lashes, his lips pushed out in a little pout.

"Indulge me, then, Cheri." Lestat leaned to nuzzle Louis' hipbone.

"And by the way, I've never needed to read your mind, love. I can see everything in your eyes." Louis went on. It was all he could do not to snap his bonds.

"Mmm hmm. And what do you see in my eyes *now*, Chaton?" asked Lestat. He was eyeing the pulsing artery at Louis' groin.

"Last I looked, *I* didn't have eyes, *there*, 'Stat." Louis answered with a laugh.

Lestat took Louis' nicely naked balls into his hand, looking up at his lover. Louis' head was up and he peered back at the blonde vampire, his tongue running restlessly over his lower lip.

"Well?" Lestat asked, squeezing Louis lightly in his fist, "What do you see in my eyes?"

Lestat was enchanted by the smooth feel of the silky skin in his hand. He ran a finger up the swollen shaft of Louis' cock. Louis caught his tongue between his teeth. He lifted his hips trying to push into Lestat, as much as his restraints would allow. Lestat dipped his head to nibble at Louis' hip, his pale hair caressing Louis's skin. Louis pushed himself against Lestat's mouth.

Feeling this pressure against his mouth, Lestat nipped sharply at Louis' hip. Louis' gasp of surprise made him smile, as he licked delicately at the welling font. 'Nicked a vein,' He thought, and as he lapped, a contented purr emanated from his throat. When the wound began to close, he swiped his fang across again, not yet ready to forgo his drink.

"I see *someone* determined to have his own way, " Louis said wincing. Lestat made no answer, as he continued to savour his lover. He brought his hand up, and clasped Louis' cock, holding him with a firm, tight grip, but not moving.

"Oh.............yessss." Louis's voice was the breath of a sigh.

The tear in Louis' skin healed, and Lestat kissed his way down the crease of Louis' leg. He pushed his face beneath Louis' balls, burrowing into the sweet cleft of his ass, dreamily humming to himself. He felt the tension in Louis' parted thighs and he knew that if he raised his head to look, the muscles in those thighs would be quivering, sculpted in taut, beautiful lines. He knew that Louis was clenching and unclenching his hands, and he felt Louis trying to lift himself as far as he was able. He stroked Louis' cock, languidly.... slowly.

Louis' body jerked...once....twice.

"Lestat, you imp. Faster....or harder....or...."

Louis' plea was interrupted, as Lestat bit sharply into one tight cheek, and then pushed his sinuous, rough tongue as far into his lover as he could. Louis' body arched, as he hissed and began to growl. Lestat increased the pressure of his fist on Louis' cock, and twisted his tongue in and out, laving the sensitive skin around the tight little opening, and pushing back into Louis, savouring his taste, his scent.

Louis lay still, breathing shallowly, lost in sensation. His black hair was a snarled mat, half on his face from tossing his head about. His eyes were far away, soft, unfocused. Lestat sensed this change, and removing his tongue, he raised his head to gaze up at his angel. He continued his languid stroking of Louis' cock. What he saw in Louis' face took his breath for a long moment.

"Beautiful...." Lestat whispered, his mouth watering.

His eyes welling up, Louis turned his head to look at Lestat and extended his restrained hand to him. Snared by the look in Louis' eyes, Lestat released him, and reached up to clasp his lover's hand tightly. Louis closed his fingers over Lestat's hand. He licked at a tear that squeezed from beneath his closed eyes, and traveled to his mouth.

His own eyes stinging with tears as he watched this, Lestat glided up over his lover's body and he pressed a kiss to Louis' wanting mouth. He lowered himself down, letting his full weight settle against Louis' yearning flesh. Louis moaned softly, his mouth urgently seeking Lestat, the taste of him. Rumbling growls rose from both of them as their hips ground and pushed together. The kiss was so deep, so longing...and then Lestat heard Louis keening into his mouth. He pulled back for a moment and bit down into his lip, and smeared Louis' mouth with the welling blood.

"Heritez-moi, Mon Lion, Mon Ange. Laissez-moi vous sentir..." Louis' voice was a hoarse whisper.

"J'aime eperdument, frenesie, Mon Louis. Mon Amant de Couer..." Lestat murmured as he suckled Louis' lower lip. Louis' nostrilsl were dilated, his eyes glazed. Moaning, he raised his head to get to Lestat. The Brat slid his hand beneath Louis head, cradling him as he continued to lip at him. Louis squeezed Lestat' hand, still clasped in his as he lay, trustingly cradled beneath his great golden angel.

Lestat rained fluttery kisses on Louis' eyes, his nose, murmuring in French all the while. Kissing the dark hair on Louis' temples, licking each arched eyebrow, pulling at the sooty lashes with his teeth. His thumb, at the base of Louis' skull, circling, circling. Louis was blissful under these ministrations, and when Lestat touched the corner of each of his eyes with the tip of his tongue Louis closed them. Tears slid from beneath the tender lids, slipping like jewels down his fine white skin.

Lestat licked each tear singly, taking them, like precious jewels, into himself, his hands still holding Louis with utter tenderness.

"How I love you, Mon Enfant. How I adore you." Repeated, as each tear was taken.

Louis opened his eyes, looking into the violet- blue of Lestat's gaze, feeling the blond hair brushing his tear-streaked face.

"You are all I ever wanted." He whispered.

Lestat swallowed hard as the tears welled up in his own eyes.

"You." Louis breathed, closing his eyes again, as tears chased one another into his inky hair.

"My child. My love..." Lestat murmured raggedly, his own tears spilling over.

"Mon Bébé. . . . Mon Bébé. . . . ." The longing in Louis' voice was unmistakable.

Lestat gently released Louis' head, laying him back on the pillow. He snapped the bonds holding Louis' wrists, wanting Louis' arms around him.

"Mon Couer....Mon Vie...." Lestat whispered as Louis' arms wound around him, hugging him fiercely.

Holding him. Holding.

"Oh, Louis...." He whispered, moving to kiss his little cat, his lover, his own darling Louis. Louis returned the kiss sweetly...slowly. Savouring him. Savouring *this*.

Lestat lifted his head to look into Louis' eyes, a sudden smile breaking through the falling tears. Louis' arms encircled Lestat, one hand pushing the hair from the Brat's face. He smiled back.

"You are amazing, Louis. Have I told you that?"

"A time or two." Louis admitted. " What amazes you this time, my love?"

He shifted under Lestat, moving until he could feel Lestat's cock between his legs.

"What amazes me is how completely distracting you are..."

Before Lestat could continue, Louis kissed him, drawing Lestat's tongue into his mouth and biting into it. Louis' sigh of bliss mingled with Lestat's.

When Louis released him, Lestat smiled and rubbed noses with Louis.

"What a lovely way to be interrupted." He said. He was enjoying the interesting way Louis was undulating beneath him.

"I could sense a perfect barrage of superlatives headed straight for me."
Louis said, smugly.

Lestat captured Louis' hands in his and held them up over the dark shadow of his hair.

"There can be no other way to describe you, Mon Ange, except in superlatives." He leaned to kiss Louis. "Have you not learned by now that I never do anything halfway?"

Fin