[ adam's small body is shaking violently by the time lestat lifts it into his arms, completely overtaken by the panic running riot through his veins. adam can hear lestat speak but it sounds very far away, as though there's an ocean's worth of water between them.
mentally, adam is still there: back in that bathroom. not the one at the club, but the other one - huge and damp and terrifying. cold, cold. why is he so cold? there's so much blood. his eyes catch on lestat's hand where it curls around his arm and he lets out a terrified whimper; it's dark and crimson, even under the red lights that flood the space around them. whose blood is it? his? lestat's? the doctor, the man he killed?
if he had the strength, adam would push himself out of lestat's arms. he would run and run and run - not knowing where he was going, just needing to escape. to get as far away as possible from the fear that's drowning him alive. but right now he's little more than a rabbit caught in a trap, quivering as it awaits its fate.
the music around them is very very loud. there are voices, so many voices, pounding into adam's head. he presses his face as deep into lestat's chest as he possibly can, fingernails digging into any part of the blond's body they can reach. the voices tell him everything he has done wrong. they say that this is his own fault. they repeat that word: faggot. faggot. faggot. his father's voice is there too.
and then, suddenly - everything is silent.
it takes a long moment before adam is able to raise his head in order to see what's going on; when he does, he's certain that he must still be hallucinating. everything around them is frozen, the bodies and the lights and the sounds, gone impossibly still even as lestat still guides them through the space.
lestat.
adam looks up for the first time since he watched lestat's fangs descend into the neck of his assailant and is shocked by what he sees. lestat is clearly focusing as intensely as possible, the muscles of his jaw popping as he clenches his teeth, eyes huger and darker than adam has ever seen them. he is terrifying; he is beautiful. ]
Lestat...?
[ barely a whisper. adam's throat is too dry. but, somehow, he manages to raise a shaking hand upwards, brushing over the vampire's neck as light as a feather. ]
[ there are a lot of people at this club. lestat can feel each of them in turn, all struggling to push the wheel of time back into motion. it's a feat he can show off easily in a smaller bar with less space to control but this - this open space is a heavy strain. even with the fresh blood he had just consumed.
his strength is beginning to flag as they weave closer to the EXIT sign above a door to the back. the warmth ghosting over his neck catches his attention and he ignores it for a beat, attempting to manage his focus adequately. huge monstrous pupils slide down to acknowledge adam, unblinking and bloodshot.
lestat's voice is silky, effortless as he speaks into adam's mind - clear in the eerie silence of the frozen club. ]
Un instant. There is nothing for you to fear here.
[ even as he says this, the world begins to stutter and skip. a chaotic siren of movement and noise for a split second before freezing again. lestat winces, shakes his head as if to dislodge something. though covered by a wall of blonde waves, his ears begin to slowly bleed.
its only another ten seconds at most before he turns and shoulders the door to open it. the rush of night air is crisp in comparison to indoors, with a strong breeze that races around the two of them in the parking lot. behind them, the nightclub resumes its endless noise of people and pulsing bass as if nothing had occurred.
gingerly, the blonde takes a few steps towards the solid concrete wall and carefully lowers adam to the ground. with a grunt, he takes a seat beside him. his head hits the wall a little carelessly and he does not seem to mind, eyes fluttering closed and breathing deeply. ]
[ as with so many other things unique to lestat's vampiric nature, adam has no idea how this power works - and, therefore, he does not fully comprehend just how taxing it is to control the hands of time on such a large scale. he can tell, however, that lestat is obviously having a difficult time, and so he says nothing more, does nothing else.
lestat's voice sounds as calm and confident as it always does within his head, but there's no mistaking the way he shakes his head, the sudden blare of noise before it's forced back to silence. adam stares up at him for the rest of the walk towards the door and out into the parking lot; even when lestat sets him down he keeps staring, only blinking when the wind blows past his eyes.
lestat's hair blows, too, and now that they're not drowning in the red lights of the club adam can see just how bad he looks. his nails, fingers, forearms are covered in dark blood; he's visibly out of breath; when the wind ruffles through his hair, the trickles of blood along his ears and neck are impossible to miss.
adam remains silent, not moving. his shaking has subsided somewhat, and the voices in his head are gone. out here the air smells faintly of iron and sewage, completely different from the overpowering cologne and alcohol adam's nose has been stuffed with since he arrived, and though these new cents aren't exactly pleasant they help ground him. ]
Lestat...
[ apparently, that's all he's able to say. he doesn't even try to touch the other man, still too shaken up, but his eyes linger on the blond's body, his expression a strange mixture of fear, confusion, and relief. ]
[ the blonde bows his head, massaging at his temples. there's pain lacing through him, needle pinpricks reminding him that he still isn't quite at his strongest. at least with his eyes closed, the streetlights aren't too piercing. he can slow his breathing, half listening for adam's pulse beside him. a soothing sound, even as it is too rabbit quick for his liking.
the fury that he himself had felt is taking its toll on him, adrenaline fading away and leaving nothing to fill the gap. alarming, just how quickly the fog of rage nearly took away his control entirely there. indulged just a little by tearing out one man's throat with his fingers and a chunk of flesh from ned's abdomen.
this just clarified what he had already known; whatever this companionship was with adam, it was enough to illicit real fear and real anger from the vampire. another vulnerability, another piece of his heart to be yanked around.
hair draped over his face, he pries open an eye to peek over at adam. the look on his face is enough to indicate that the ghosts had at least begun to fade from his mind, concerned now with a new unknown.
he cannot even offer adam a weak smile, but tries to make his voice soft.]
Let me catch my breath. [ a wince, and he shuts his eyes again.]
I will get us home. A shame. You look very elegant.
[ with his own fear subsiding, adam can finally focus on lestat properly. it's strange to see him struggle at all, and right now he genuinely looks like he can barely speak. it triggers some part of adam that he hasn't felt in a long time, a part that pushes him to shift his body closer, to reach out and rest a hand against lestat's shoulder tentatively.
now that his head is a bit clearer adam can also think about what's just happened. while some parts are foggy - what was real, what did he hallucinate? - he knows one thing for certain: lestat killed that man. drained him and shoved him in a bathroom stall to be found later by some other partygoer, or perhaps a janitor, someone who will undoubtedly be forever scarred by the atrocity they have just borne witness to.
lestat killed him because of adam. and adam knows he should feel bad, feel awful, for having ned's blood on his hands - but he does not. he distinctly remembers the sense of betrayal and terror that lit up his veins right before lestat appeared and the darkest part of his soul relishes what has happened: the devil came to save him.
lestat speaks, too quiet; he is a shadow of his usual self. the french that catches on the wind is almost blown away before adam can hear it but he hears the syllables just in time. he does not know what they mean, but he can guess. ]
Why are you sorry?
[ his voice is raw, cracked. tears prickle at the corners of his eyes but he ignores them. his fingers curl into the pink fabric of lestat's shirt, speckled with the blood of dead men. ]
You didn't do anything --
[ he did everything. his appearance alone is enough to make the reality of their relationship quite plain: it is not some temporary thing to be enjoyed and then forgotten, or at best remembered fondly as one in a long line of others. it is deeper, more dangerous. not love, not yet, but something just as all-encompassing.
the tears spill over unbidden. a sudden wave of emotion floods adam's chest and he can't hold back any longer. not caring whether or not lestat will yell, or hurt him, or even kill him, adam surges forward and wraps his arms around the other in a tight embrace, burying his face against that golden hair. ]
Thank you, [ he whispers, trembling anew but not with fear. ]
[ the embrace is unexpected, as is the hot wet tears dampening the ends of lestat's hair, seeping through to the skin. lestat sniffs again, eyes prickling with tears threatening to come. ]
I - I could have done more. You should not be thanking me - I dressed you up, I b-brought you here, then I - [ ignored him and left him to be picked at by carrion. watched from across the room, knowing what ned had intended and still didn't step in sooner. ] - left you alone.
[ his voice quivers, thick with emotion. slowly he slips arms around adam in return, gentle. the other man is warm and comforting to hold, but as much as lestat wants to pull him into his lap, the guilt he feels prevents him from acting further. ]
[ the tremble in lestat's voice is new: adam has never heard him sound anything like this. gone is the confident rock star who seems more like a god than a person, capable of commanding audiences in the tens of thousands with only so much as a look, a sway of his hips, a sultry note. gone is the man Adam so often feels intimidated by. now lestat seems like little more than a man, broken and pained by his actions, inactions, mistakes, regrets.
it makes adam tighten his grasp, as though it's his job to protect lestat. as though he's capable of anything more than what any human is. what can a mortal give to a vampire, a devil, a monster? what can he offer that lestat would be incapable of attaining for himself?
but the fact remains: lestat is crying. he is sad. he regrets. all human emotions that cannot be so easily tossed aside. the quiver in his voice, that question at the end of his sentence - it makes Adam's heart ache for him. how often has he felt this way in private, with no one there to comfort him? hiding himself away in order to maintain his image, his reputation?
adam understands how that feels. he knows what it is to be angry and hurting but unable to tell anyone, ashamed for being so weak as to feel.
it is easier for us both for you to hate me.
adam inhales deeply, the scent of lestat's hairspray and cologne and the blood of those dead men filling his lungs. ]
I don't think I can hate you, Lestat.
[ he says it softly, voice measured. the tiniest smile crosses his face as he thinks about the second half of what lestat has just said: that he wants to hate adam, but he can't. ]
Hey, look at me --
[ he pulls away just enough, hands slipping to cup lestat's cheeks in order to catch his eye - bloodshot, rimmed with red tears. a terrifying sight that adam has, somehow, become immune to. ]
You saved me.
[ he doesn't know how far it would have gone, how much they would have pushed, if they would have forced him. but he does know it wasn't what he wanted - wasn't what lestat wanted. knows that lestat had been watching, ready to save him from his own blind naivete. ]
Edited (I keep proofreading AFTER posting like a silly potato) 2025-11-30 15:34 (UTC)
wdym armand has never done anything wrong ever :-) dreamstat is so funny though jndkjnknf
[ face cupped by adam's hands, lestat feels childish. he's sure he looks miserable; mouth wobbling in a crooked line and red streaks already beginning to make their way down the porcelain of his cheekbones. adam was the one who needed comforting, who had been cornered and retriggered. typical lestat, bursting into tears and making it about himself somehow.
still, adam said that he couldn't hate him. of course he couldn't - he was a kind boy. lestat gazes at his pretty face, those big doe eyes with long lashes. kind and honest with his feelings, even if he was reckless. so young compared to lestat, too young to have such terror sunk so deep under the skin. being this close to an immortal so drenched in blood would only cause him pain, over and over.
but he was here. lestat was in pain too, had been howling it every night on stage and yet only adam was here. maybe he did not have an understanding of each of lestat's many mistakes, but was that so bad? even for a blink of a mortal's life, he deserved sweetness. ]
..It should have been sooner. [ his reply is quiet, a touch sulky. he gazes up at adam reproachfully. his eyes grow flinty as he recalls the way ned spoke to adam in the bathroom, the callous way the pair roamed their hands. ] The second that his brutish friend touched you. Or before, when he cornered and kissed you.
[ disregarding whether adam enjoyed that part or not, actually. in lestat's opinion, he shouldn't have been kissed at all. ]
BAHAHA like he's beautiful and perfectly acted but he's just...... HE'S NOT LESTAT LMAO T_T
[ maybe it's a little - or a lot - fucked up, that adam is the one doing the comforting after what's just occurred. but it feels right, somehow. this is the first time lestat has ever been truly vulnerable with him and it helps, soothing him; it's as though it heals a part of adam, too, somehow.
besides - it means he gets to hear lestat's side of the story, gets a window into what the blond had seen and heard and felt while adam was busy trying to ignore his feelings. and, again, it's fucked up: the way that a tiny thrill runs up his spine, thinking about the fact that lestat had been watching, not ignoring him at all, as though incapable of ever truly letting adam be free to wander.
it's a chain that adam knows he'll come to hate in time, but one that feels right. belonging to lestat, being protected by him, giving him the comfort he seemingly cannot get from anywhere else. adam is hyper-aware of the fact that he can't possibly replace whoever it is lestat sings about every night but, maybe, he can help fill that void - just a little bit. just for now.
the sulky tinge to lestat's voice, combined with the way his expression shifts as he describes what happened, makes adam's smile grow - and then, before he can help himself, he's laughing. it isn't funny; it's just the built-up adrenaline finding a way out.
he squeezes lestat close once more, skinny arms wrapping as tight as they can around the other's broad frame. he doesn't care if the blood gets on him. ]
Wait - are you saying you didn't want him to kiss me?
[ amidst all the terror and sadness, this stands out. is lestat... jealous? ]
it's OK, dreamstat isn't rly him either :-) (well it's louis' imagined version of him so)
[ the laughter surprises him, blinking in confusion as adam gives him another squeeze. did he do something right? say something funny? whatever it was, adam's laughter makes his stomach flip giddily and a smile pulls at his mouth, too.
right up about till adam's question. this earns a deep frown, that petulance back in his voice.]
What is funny about that? He was a brute and he did not deserve to kiss you.
[ another sniff, haughty now. he turns his head to nose at adam's hair, inhaling the chemical of the shampoo he used, the faint scent of hairspray and smoke. underneath it all - adam, warm and slowly becoming familiar.
a little knot of jealousy there that he did not want to unpick. yes, he knew that likely adam would be hit on if left alone at the club. the patrons who encountered him seemed to appreciate looking at him as much as lestat himself did - he did not need to skim their thoughts to know this.
yes, lestat had let him go anyway, in hopes that his greedy heart would not have a reaction. unfortunately this was not the case.]
Bien sûr, you may kiss whomever you please. But he did not deserve it.
[ do you deserve it, lestat? he doesn't really think he does either, but he sure is judging everyone else's worth too.]
tbh I think I just miss domestic loustat T_T before everything went to hell in a handbasket!
[ adam knows he shouldn't be laughing. nothing about what happened tonight is funny - not the way lestat treated him, not what happened in the bathroom, not the idea that this centuries-old vampire is somehow so taken with a human that he'd kill to protect him.
maybe adam's finally gone crazy. maybe his brain has finally snapped under the pressure. maybe this is just another hallucination, a dream made up by a mind too damaged to deal with reality. whatever it is, he doesn't care. he doesn't care that lestat was an asshole, that those men are dead, that he's more fucked up than anyone could ever possibly understand.
maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find each other.
adam pulls back once more, eyes shining with unshed tears and - of all things - a mischievous little look on his face. lestat's petulance is a familiar thing; the contrast of that childish emotion amidst all this darkness is jarring in the best way.
then the blond says two things that make adam's heart twist in his chest:
you may kiss whomever you please - a lie?
he did not deserve it - the truth. ]
Were you watching the whole time?
[ it's not an accusation. in fact, it's the opposite, a playful, teasing question meant to evoke embarrassment rather than shame. adam's thumbs brush over lestat's cheeks now, wiping away those rivulets of blood. ]
He kissed me before he did anything shitty, y'know.
[ what adam means is clear: lestat must have judged this man well before he ever made a move. must have watched adam up on that balcony and decided his fate well in advance. must care deeply enough about his human pet to set parameters as to who may and may not be allowed near him.
it's fucked up. it's also the hottest thing adam's ever experienced. his pulse begins to quicken again, just a little, as the idea of this sets the gears of his mind into motion: does lestat truly like him that much? want him that much? he's getting ahead of himself, he's sure, but -- ]
I feel that!!! dreamstat is at least a glimpse into the stat that louis misses ;w; a silly boye
[ lestat cannot help but feel sulky as adam leans back, taking away his comforting warm hair to nuzzle against. a frown forms, and he is sorely tempted to snatch the other man back against him to cradle. but oh, adam is touching his face softly, pads of his thumbs slightly roughened across his cheeks. it takes a moment for his question to register and despite the tone, his stomach twists uncomfortably.
a familiar question, carrying familiar guilt. even if it was not the same situation at all, lestat cannot help but feel horribly defensive - and justified. what would have happened if he had not been watching? only catching the tail end of adam's despair due to negligence?]
-You have a way of stealing my attention, Adam. [ it's not a no. maybe he hadn't been watching every second but he had been monitoring, certainly. even while he was fighting with himself about doing so.]
It does not matter. His intent was the same, kiss or no.
[ the quickening of adam's pulse concerns him - more fear? or anger? he meets his eyes, brow creasing very slightly. questing for answers before reaching out to skim the waters of his mind, feather light.]
You gave him a sweetness he immediately squandered. It is a shame, that is all.
[ hes blinking slowly, unaware that he's doing it. subtle methods in an attempt to soothe adam's heart rate back down from what he thinks may be rising panic.]
yes!! obsessed with dreamstat also! jacob mentioned in an interview that it's louis' version of him
(( ooc: and i am head over heels for that idea lskjdshdg ))
[ the not-yes, not-no response is so typical of lestat that adam laughs again, though now it's soft and affectionate. he's beginning to understand that this is what the blond does when confronted with things he'd rather avoid: he dodges the question, gives a non-answer, tries to use all that charisma of his to wiggle his way out of the conversation altogether.
but adam hears the answer beneath it. hears the lack of a no and, perhaps selfishly, interprets it as a yes. watching. waiting. making sure he was protected. though lestat's walls are clearly back up his earlier vulnerability still sits in adam's memory, and that image of him is the one that best supports his theory. he'd been so regretful - saying he should've stepped in earlier - that, clearly, he knew what was happening from the very start.
adam knows better than to bring any of this up, of course. there's no need. ]
Sweetness, huh?
[ the slow blinks remind adam of a cat; specifically, the stray that lives in his apartment building, the one he gives milk to now and then. lestat certainly looks a lot closer to that particular feline than any other at this particular moment. it makes adam grin, his heartrate calming somewhat from both the effect as well as his own mental coming-to-terms.
for a moment, he simply stays like that, the breeze blowing past them. lestat is a mess, but to adam, he's never been more beautiful. his heart aches and swells the same way any human's does - more, even. like this, sitting on the pavement, he feels more at ease with lestat than he ever has before. it's as though they're just friends sharing a smoke, talking about the shitty world around them, laughing over dumb jokes.
his grin softens; wrinkles crease the corners of his eyes. he says nothing else before he leans in to press a chaste kiss to lestat's lips, holding his face close, one thought clear inside his mind:
It's okay if you want my sweetness all to yourself.
he doesn't know if lestat will be able to hear it, but that doesn't matter. ]
yeah!!! and it makes you think like. have we seen lestat depicted yet that isnt someones take on him
[ ooc: knowing that sam reid deliberately plays up different versions of him when diff characters are retelling events etc etc. its why im EXTRA excited for s3 bc finally the diva himself... ]
[ a very slight tilt of lestat's head at the laugh; again? even though he has the ability to literally read adam's mind, somehow he was the one a step behind here. whatever was making him smile like that was no reason to be too concerned however; whatever panic had set in seemed to have fully passed.
truthfully, the only real clear image he could discern from the other man's mind was that of a skinny feline winding around the ragged hems of adam's jeans, huge eyes adoring. that, and an uncomfortable reflection of himself; eyes darkened by mascara, cheeks still stained a little red, brow furrowed. dizzying for an instant.
he catches a glimpse of the charming way adam's eyes crinkle, boyish and charming. then, a soft pressure on his mouth, hands framing his face as if holding something precious. startled, his lashes flutter, then close.
there's a delicate feeling in his chest, a tiny glass flower unfurling in the presence of the sun. a trembling hope he doesn't dare to touch in fear of it shattering. adam's mouth is warm, his hands moreso, but lestat shivers under the touch somehow. how long had it been since he had been held like something breakable?
touching the pool of adam's mind again is automatic enough that the focused thought immediately resounds in his head. it makes him frown into the kiss, then draw back from it entirely.
a moment of staring at adam with growing intensity, disbelief. then he reaches for adam, cupping the back of his neck to draw him back into a firm kiss again. it's far less soft than adam's, hungry where his was chaste. a desperate need to fill the ache suddenly yawning in his chest, the eager loneliness threatening to consume him whole. ]
YESSSS SAME kjdfhgdkfh I can't wait to see the similarities/differences/LESTAT of it all
[ as they linger in the kiss a strange sort of peace descends upon them, as though none of tonight's events were real. in this moment it is just the two of them and the wind, all alone in the wide world except for one another, not needing anything else. the anger and apathy sitting in adam's heart lifts and he realizes slowly that this is what he wants: to be with lestat. nothing more than that.
perhaps it's a terrible thing to want. selfish, stupid. but when lestat draws away, when he fixes the human with a stare as intense as the sun, adam knows he cannot deny it. more than the sex, more than the friendship, this is what he wants - to fill that void and, in turn, have his own filled as well.
when lestat kisses him again it is a powerful thing, the butterflies hibernating inside adam's chest suddenly erupting into a storm of sound and colour. he knows without knowing that lestat has heard him, heard his silent permission, and that makes him giddy; he grins into the kiss, surging forward as the need to be closer overtakes him.
he can taste the desperation on lestat's tongue, in his hands where he grasps at adam's neck. the vampire had resisted the urge to pull Adam into his lap earlier; adam himself is not capable of such resistance now. he pushes his way into lestat's arms, all but climbing on top of him, a knee on either side of the man's hips as he continues to kiss him. eager little sounds spill from him, spiked with a moan here and there as the taste of blood fills his mouth. he licks over lestat's fangs, small as they are, and his own hands fly up to card through his golden hair.
Yours his mind screams, one clear word amidst a haze of desire and gratitude. Let me be yours. ]
[ ridiculous, to be kissed like this even as lestat is a mess of blood and smeared mascara. he had been picture perfect all night, yet only after crumbling into tears and leaking blood had he been kissed so tenderly. now adam climbs into his lap to push closer, to envelop him further in his solid warmth and weight. his desire is so much, palpable; hungry to be filled, an emptiness that lestat meets eagerly with his own. pleas to be claimed, loved, to be wanted echoing his. he would take him gladly, and does.
the lick over his fangs makes him groan into the kiss, heat suddenly sparking in his navel. they extend an inch, grazing the sides of lestat's tongue as it slides along adam's, slicking them both in blood. from the sounds being made, somehow lestat didn't think adam would mind.
the urgent pleas of adam's thoughts have lestat palming over the spread thighs, around to palm the curve of his ass. tugging the man tight against him is his only intention, wanting the firm warmth pressed hard against him, to feel that pattering heart deeper within.
Yours, Adam's mind pleads. It's a dizzying thought, one that takes root immediately after. This sweet man, wounded by the world and circumstances, happily licking the blood out of his mouth. Seeing the monstrous nature at the root of him, the jealousy and violence admist the beautiful lure, and still choosing to take his face in his hands and welcome him in.
lestat catches adam's lower lip between his teeth and bites down. the sharp knifes of his fangs split the skin like the flesh of ripe fruit. cleanly, spilling blood that drips from their joined mouths and onto lestat's clothing. immediately, the flesh of adam's mouth begins to knit itself back together, the vampire blood coating his mouth and tongue repairing the damage. a throaty growl from the blond at the taste of their mixed blood. insistent, he deepens the kiss, hungrily swallowing any of the blood that he can coax from adam's mouth.]
Mine. [ his voice speaks into adam's mind, even as he breaks the from the slide of mouths to kiss down to the sharp plane of his jaw, leaving a crimson trail.]
For as long as you wish. You are mine.
[ spoken aloud now, a low murmur against adam's skin. there's little warning before he's sealing his mouth over the side of adam's neck, sucking and kissing at the supple flesh there. only little grazes of his extended fangs, just enough to tease.]
not me stealing a line from your cosmos album whoops 👀
[ it's only fitting that they're both a mess. lestat is more obviously disheveled, with blood and dark makeup smudged across his skin, but adam isn't that far away. his own makeup, so carefully applied by the strong hands that now move to grasp at his legs, is similarly blotched; his clothing is rumpled, belts askew from where those cruel hands had attempted to find a way beneath them.
but he doesn't care. the only thing that matters is how tight lestat is holding him, as though he wants to push adam into his chest and bury him there forever, locked away next to his undead heart. the unnatural coolness of lestat's skin is always a shock but adam greets it happily, his own body hotter than ever as he presses the entirety of his body up against the other.
there is blood in his mouth and he does not know who it belongs to; he only knows that the taste of it sends ripples of desire through him. strange, that he likes it so much, after being so revolted by it only a few months earlier. maybe it's because he understands it differently now: no longer is it simply a sign of pain, suffering, death, but also vitality, energy, life. violently red against a grey world, a riotous shout of rebellion in a society forced to maintain monotony. ]
Ah-!!
[ he cries out, body tensing, as lestat's fangs pierce his lip. it hurts; it means he's alive. a half-sob, half-moan rises in adam's chest as he chases the warm wetness into lestat's mouth, conscious of the way it drips down his chin. his thumbs slip over it, making both of them even messier; were anyone to see them right now, they would likely assume some sort of serious crime were taking place.
but there is only the wind. the wind, and lestat's words.
You are mine.
adam sobs again, but his mouth is pulled into a wide grin as he tilts his head to the side, exposing the long line of his neck in order to give lestat better access. a breathless laugh lifts from him as the reality of what they are sinks in. not platonic, not romantic, something else entirely; devotion, so deep and reckless it will surely destroy them.
it's all he wants. all he needs. lestat, and nothing else. ]
Lestat,
[ he says, not a question but a statement, happier than he's sounded in a very, very long time. then, again: ]
Lestat --
[ his fingers curl against the back of the blond's skull, encouraging him. pressing those teeth right against his jugular. an offering. and, in his mind:
As much as you want. ]
you little demon i literally JUST added that quote (i love it too)
[ adam's sobs, the reverence in which he says his name, the breathless laughter bubbling up, all make lestat's heart skip and ache. such trust, such fondness all for him. it's dizzying to have this affection after being deprived for so long. the kisses he places against the tendons of adam's neck are tender, returning a fraction of that reverence, that sweetness. treating the body that housed this innocent man with the kindness it deserved.
the offer to drink as much as he wants is naive, he knows this. unbearably sweet too, a permission that makes the animal of his hunger immediately salivate and keen. likely without supplementation he would easily drain twice adam's bodyweight in blood and be satisfyingly full, but thankfully this was not the case currently. a tad shaky from use of his powers yes, lower than he would have liked. absolutely hungry enough physically, definitely hungry enough emotionally. more than anything, the offer is for a sensual indulgence, a surrender of self. this he wants more than anything, the absolute closeness of tasting the man's essence. his emotions, memories carried on the thick taste of him.
one hand presses into the small of adam's back, the other squeezes up to grasp at his chest. a sneaky tactic just before he bites down, pinching adam's nipple through the lace to spike the cold pain with pleasure. he'll toy with the bundle of nerves and flesh for a beat, breath hot and moist, fangs ghosting the skin. then the bite - clean, merciful. not with force enough to bruise, just enough power behind it that his teeth slide in smoothly through layers of skin and flesh, mouth sealing over.
a groan at the first drops of hot blood along his gums, through his teeth. the first suck and pull of is timed with a roll of adam's nipple between finger and thumb, sparking those nerves and sweetening the taste. hopefully sweeter for adam too. lestat wanted this to be enjoyable for him, intimate in a way he may have never experienced with anyone else. perhaps it would be a matter of finding the right adjustments to make. ]
This taste, mine. [ the smooth tone of his voice into adam's head as he feeds. the tip of his tongue finding the edges of a puncture wound and circling it, dipping in so similarly to his teasing at another hole, another night. ] Beautiful boy. Relax into me, I will take care of you.
😈 okay so MAYBE i keep that tab open for reference just in case... MAYBE
[ adam is free with his emotions because he does not know any other way to be. for so long those emotions were cruel and sharp - anger, rage, biter disappointment - but with lestat, it's easy to feel things long left behind. affection. admiration. longing. gratitude. love, in the strangest sense of the word. adam certainly does not think he's in love but the way his heart pounds in his chest as lestat touches him, as that sonorous voice sounds in his head, is certainly the closest thing to it he can get.
and, yes, he isn't thinking clearly about what he's offering. allowing lestat to drink with such blanket permission could easily be a death sentence. but adam trusts him, knows him well enough that he is not afraid of such a consequence. more than that, he wants to give lestat everything he possibly can; what better gift than his own life?
he's not expecting the pressure against his chest, the teasing pinch over the fabric of his shirt, and it makes him cry out in shock, head tilting even further backwards as ripples of pleasure wash over his body. ned had done something similar only, what, an hour ago? but it did not feel nearly as good. lestat's hands are dextrous and graceful, perfectly timed to cover the cold, searing pain that lances through adam's neck as his fangs sink through the skin.
it hurts. it feels good. adam blinks through teary eyes and stares up into the night sky; the stars are bright overhead, brighter than he's ever seen them in the city. as the blood drains from him he becomes lightheaded and giddy, soft laughter and little moans falling freely from his throat. his own song, composed by and for lestat alone.
without conscious effort his hips begin to rock, grinding forward into lestat's body. arousal washes over him, the taste of it heady in his blood as lestat tongues at the wound; it draws a whimper out of the smaller man, his hands clutching at lestat's shoulders now, memories of their time together passing before his eyes like a film reel. ]
Yours,
[ he whispers, eyes sliding shut, giving himself over completely to the tidal wave of sensations washing over him. ]
[ he can taste it all, the implicit trust, the desire, the gratitude. the deep devotion in the core of him, the way adam would eagerly give him anything he asked for in that moment. it's heady, this power that he holds. no need for a thrall.
the pretty moans and laughter is met with a pleased hum of lestat's own as he lessens the suction of his mouth, instead pressing kisses to the sensitive skin. the wound is still open, twin puncture marks delicately treated by feather light kisses. a trail that begins from the bite site to the bob of adam's throat, bloody lip prints on pale skin.]
You give yourself so easily, Adam. [ an observation spoken against his skin, voice husky.] Trust me so easily. Sweet man. What have I done to deserve this devotion?
[ he can feel the hardness pressing against his abdomen where adam grinds, the heat searing through his clothes. his palm shifts from the dip of his lower back, down to grasp at the lush swell of adam's ass, encouraging the grind of hips.]
Should I let these marks remain, so that all know who you belong to? All of the crew, the men who desire you?
[ his breath is hot against moist skin, grasping at the meat of adam's chest now. his own arousal swells with the new blood, the grinding atop his lap certainly aiding this. if they weren't careful, lestat would have adam here in the parking lot, hidden only by the drape of their clothing.]
LMAO LOOK..... there is absolutely no apology needed 😂 it's very. uh. inspiring 👀
[ lestat's observation tugs at the shame hiding just beneath the surface of adam's body, his pale skin - made paler still by blood loss - flushing anew with mottled reds and pinks. it should make him feel terrible, shouldn't it? trusting someone like lestat. a man with powers adam cannot understand, who can be kind and cruel within the span of a single breath, who so easily pulls others under his spell.
a terrible choice for a god. but then, when has adam ever made a single good decision? ]
You saved me, [ he breathes, repeating his words from earlier; there's a depth to them now that wasn't there before. because the truth is this: lestat did not simply intervene during an assault. he shone a light on adam's life many weeks before today, the first time they met, the first time they messed around, the first time lestat drank from him. he gave adam a purpose the mortal couldn't find before that - not even after going through his own terrible nightmares.
so, yes, he will happily become a devotee praying at the feet of someone so much greater than himself. prayers that take the shape of whimpers now, teased out by the additional pressure of lestat's hands against his asscheeks, so perfectly shaped by the pants lestat himself picked out.
Should I let these marks remain?
a question that sounds like a song, a hymn. words that draw a fresh sob from adam's chest as desire squeezes his heart so hard it hurts. what would it mean, to be marked like that? in a way that so clearly shows who he belongs to, who owns him, body and soul? ]
Yes --
[ it's a terrible idea. it's an incredible idea. he doesn't care whether or not lestat is serious; in this moment, so overtaken by the raw desire thrumming in his veins, all adam can do is ask for what he wants. ]
Show them, [ he mumbles, breathless, as his head finally tips back down in an attempt to find lestat's lips with his own once again. he can feel the swell of the vampire's cock beneath him and it makes him press down even harder, grinding against him more intently now. whether or not they end up fucking right here isn't exactly something he's worried about at the moment. ]
[ a gasp into the kiss, both hands shifting now to squeeze at adam's ass and use it to rock up into him. the thought of marking adam is thrilling, appealing to the jealous thing always coiled deep in his chest. having people know at a glance the power lestat had over him, he over lestat. more than that; ensuring his protection, that there would be hesitation before laying hands.
the thought makes him growl deep in his chest, vibrating into adam's mouth. insistent now, he licks into the seam of his lips, finding the other tongue to coat with blood. adam's own blood, forcing the smaller man to taste himself inadvertently.
he too, is more alive than he has been in months. no longer seeing ghosts of his past on every stage, every dark corner. the unsettling silhouette of his maker rigid, alone amongst a ever moving crowd. the judging stare of his companion heart, still adorned in the clothes worn on the altar. claudia silent and waiting.
was it the blood, or the companionship? the gentle way that adam touched him, revered him? every time they collided, lestat found himself desperate for the solace that the man brought. clumsy adoration, but painfully sincere. looking into the maw of the monster and willingly placing his arm into the cradle of his jaws. dizzying, how simple trust and kindness had floored him completely.
the surge of affection makes his heart flip. greedily, he paws at the corset, mentally cursing his own outfit choice for adam. it's frustrating enough that he breaks the kiss to curse in french, muttering darkly as he relents and begins to unbuckle one belt at a time.]
[ a breathless laugh, breaking the frustrated frown creasing his forehead. doggedly he makes his way up the rows of belts, lifting his head after one or two to nuzzle at adam's jaw, press kisses there.]
I will never not be shocked by how many not-leigh whannells look EXACTLY like leigh whannell
[ it's obvious that lestat is the jealous type - adam doesn't need any confirmation other than the way he's acted tonight, the growl that reverberates out from his body and into adam's. jealous, protective, possessive. no one's ever treated adam that way, as though he's too precious to let go, too beautiful to allow any other hands to touch him.
up until now he's always considered that kind of relationship to be toxic, the sort that he should avoid. but at the same time, hasn't he craved it? wished to be desired so deeply it results in violence? no one has ever wanted him the way lestat does, toxic or not.
and so adam responds the only way his clumsy, youthful heart knows how; with sincere affection and intense hunger. being wanted makes him feel alive and that, in turn, makes him act in ways that he wouldn't otherwise - like now, what with the way he's shamelessly humping at lestat's groin as though he's a dog in heat.
when their lips part jsut for lestat to start swearing adam laughs again, loud and free, his tongue and lips and teeth coated in his own blood. it tastes ever so slightly different from lestat's, though he cannot describe how. maybe, in time, he'll learn. like learning to recognize the difference between red wines.
for now, though, his attention shifts to the way lestat is trying so diligently to undress him. ]
I thought you did it so other guys couldn't get me naked, [ he says, light and mirthful, acknowledging the blond's jealousy out loud. as each of the belts is undone he gives a little wiggle, grin turning mischievous as he tilts his head to press kisses of his own along the line of lestat's throat. when he reaches the juncture of shoulder and neck he bites down, eager to feel the other's taut skin between his teeth even if he is unable to pierce through it. ]
yet I can never find a sam reid lookalike... screaming crying
[ a snort at that, though his echoing grin lingers as he successfully loosens three, four belts now, letting them pool atop his extended calves.]
Non, I am afraid it was purely to admire this fine waist and ass of yours. But I have - ah -! [ he gasps mid sentence at the blunt bite, sincerely surprised by the feeling of adam's teeth on his skin.
an automatic reaction, a belt snapping in his tightened grasp. lips parted, he pants softly, dick twitching under the others weight.]
Adam... [ a low whine, somehow chiding despite the obvious arousal lacing his voice. another snap as he simply tears through another solid leather belt, then another. all whilst still tilting his head to the side to allow adam to clamp his teeth at his neck, a thrill running through him at the feeling. ]
[ the sound of the leather snapping beneath lestat's grip sends a rush of excitement through adam and he groans against the skin held tight between his teeth, dick twitching violently in the confines of his pants. then again, when lestat says his name like that, a whine and a warning all at once.
being like this makes adam feel powerful, and that makes him push for more, his eager hands roaming over lestat now: through his hair, under his shirt, up along the muscles of his arms. he's aware that he's a bit dizzy from the blood lestat has taken but it's much less than usual after a feeding and so he presses on, not giving lestat even a moment to recover. ]
Are you gonna fuck me right here?
[ a rhetorical question. having relinquished that bit of flesh his mouth moves upwards, pressing kisses and biting at the skin of lestat's neck and jaw, before whispering into his ear: ]
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ehehehe 💖
mentally, adam is still there: back in that bathroom. not the one at the club, but the other one - huge and damp and terrifying. cold, cold. why is he so cold? there's so much blood. his eyes catch on lestat's hand where it curls around his arm and he lets out a terrified whimper; it's dark and crimson, even under the red lights that flood the space around them. whose blood is it? his? lestat's? the doctor, the man he killed?
if he had the strength, adam would push himself out of lestat's arms. he would run and run and run - not knowing where he was going, just needing to escape. to get as far away as possible from the fear that's drowning him alive. but right now he's little more than a rabbit caught in a trap, quivering as it awaits its fate.
the music around them is very very loud. there are voices, so many voices, pounding into adam's head. he presses his face as deep into lestat's chest as he possibly can, fingernails digging into any part of the blond's body they can reach. the voices tell him everything he has done wrong. they say that this is his own fault. they repeat that word: faggot. faggot. faggot. his father's voice is there too.
and then, suddenly - everything is silent.
it takes a long moment before adam is able to raise his head in order to see what's going on; when he does, he's certain that he must still be hallucinating. everything around them is frozen, the bodies and the lights and the sounds, gone impossibly still even as lestat still guides them through the space.
lestat.
adam looks up for the first time since he watched lestat's fangs descend into the neck of his assailant and is shocked by what he sees. lestat is clearly focusing as intensely as possible, the muscles of his jaw popping as he clenches his teeth, eyes huger and darker than adam has ever seen them. he is terrifying; he is beautiful. ]
Lestat...?
[ barely a whisper. adam's throat is too dry. but, somehow, he manages to raise a shaking hand upwards, brushing over the vampire's neck as light as a feather. ]
no subject
his strength is beginning to flag as they weave closer to the EXIT sign above a door to the back. the warmth ghosting over his neck catches his attention and he ignores it for a beat, attempting to manage his focus adequately. huge monstrous pupils slide down to acknowledge adam, unblinking and bloodshot.
lestat's voice is silky, effortless as he speaks into adam's mind - clear in the eerie silence of the frozen club. ]
Un instant. There is nothing for you to fear here.
[ even as he says this, the world begins to stutter and skip. a chaotic siren of movement and noise for a split second before freezing again. lestat winces, shakes his head as if to dislodge something. though covered by a wall of blonde waves, his ears begin to slowly bleed.
its only another ten seconds at most before he turns and shoulders the door to open it. the rush of night air is crisp in comparison to indoors, with a strong breeze that races around the two of them in the parking lot. behind them, the nightclub resumes its endless noise of people and pulsing bass as if nothing had occurred.
gingerly, the blonde takes a few steps towards the solid concrete wall and carefully lowers adam to the ground. with a grunt, he takes a seat beside him. his head hits the wall a little carelessly and he does not seem to mind, eyes fluttering closed and breathing deeply. ]
no subject
lestat's voice sounds as calm and confident as it always does within his head, but there's no mistaking the way he shakes his head, the sudden blare of noise before it's forced back to silence. adam stares up at him for the rest of the walk towards the door and out into the parking lot; even when lestat sets him down he keeps staring, only blinking when the wind blows past his eyes.
lestat's hair blows, too, and now that they're not drowning in the red lights of the club adam can see just how bad he looks. his nails, fingers, forearms are covered in dark blood; he's visibly out of breath; when the wind ruffles through his hair, the trickles of blood along his ears and neck are impossible to miss.
adam remains silent, not moving. his shaking has subsided somewhat, and the voices in his head are gone. out here the air smells faintly of iron and sewage, completely different from the overpowering cologne and alcohol adam's nose has been stuffed with since he arrived, and though these new cents aren't exactly pleasant they help ground him. ]
Lestat...
[ apparently, that's all he's able to say. he doesn't even try to touch the other man, still too shaken up, but his eyes linger on the blond's body, his expression a strange mixture of fear, confusion, and relief. ]
no subject
the fury that he himself had felt is taking its toll on him, adrenaline fading away and leaving nothing to fill the gap. alarming, just how quickly the fog of rage nearly took away his control entirely there. indulged just a little by tearing out one man's throat with his fingers and a chunk of flesh from ned's abdomen.
this just clarified what he had already known; whatever this companionship was with adam, it was enough to illicit real fear and real anger from the vampire. another vulnerability, another piece of his heart to be yanked around.
hair draped over his face, he pries open an eye to peek over at adam. the look on his face is enough to indicate that the ghosts had at least begun to fade from his mind, concerned now with a new unknown.
he cannot even offer adam a weak smile, but tries to make his voice soft.]
Let me catch my breath. [ a wince, and he shuts his eyes again.]
I will get us home. A shame. You look very elegant.
[ a sniff, another deep breath. his voice is barely audible as he murmurs.] Je suis vraiment désolé.
that ICON IS KILLING MEEEEEEEE BABY BOY LESTAT T____T <333
now that his head is a bit clearer adam can also think about what's just happened. while some parts are foggy - what was real, what did he hallucinate? - he knows one thing for certain: lestat killed that man. drained him and shoved him in a bathroom stall to be found later by some other partygoer, or perhaps a janitor, someone who will undoubtedly be forever scarred by the atrocity they have just borne witness to.
lestat killed him because of adam. and adam knows he should feel bad, feel awful, for having ned's blood on his hands - but he does not. he distinctly remembers the sense of betrayal and terror that lit up his veins right before lestat appeared and the darkest part of his soul relishes what has happened: the devil came to save him.
lestat speaks, too quiet; he is a shadow of his usual self. the french that catches on the wind is almost blown away before adam can hear it but he hears the syllables just in time. he does not know what they mean, but he can guess. ]
Why are you sorry?
[ his voice is raw, cracked. tears prickle at the corners of his eyes but he ignores them. his fingers curl into the pink fabric of lestat's shirt, speckled with the blood of dead men. ]
You didn't do anything --
[ he did everything. his appearance alone is enough to make the reality of their relationship quite plain: it is not some temporary thing to be enjoyed and then forgotten, or at best remembered fondly as one in a long line of others. it is deeper, more dangerous. not love, not yet, but something just as all-encompassing.
the tears spill over unbidden. a sudden wave of emotion floods adam's chest and he can't hold back any longer. not caring whether or not lestat will yell, or hurt him, or even kill him, adam surges forward and wraps his arms around the other in a tight embrace, burying his face against that golden hair. ]
Thank you, [ he whispers, trembling anew but not with fear. ]
SEASON TWO LESTAT GOES HARD (sad)
I - I could have done more. You should not be thanking me - I dressed you up, I b-brought you here, then I - [ ignored him and left him to be picked at by carrion. watched from across the room, knowing what ned had intended and still didn't step in sooner. ] - left you alone.
[ his voice quivers, thick with emotion. slowly he slips arms around adam in return, gentle. the other man is warm and comforting to hold, but as much as lestat wants to pull him into his lap, the guilt he feels prevents him from acting further. ]
I sh-shouldn't even be doing this? [ a questioning lilt at the end of his sentence, almost questioning himself. automatically, he begins to stroke adam's back in soothing circles, shutting his eyes as the movement seems to soothe him, too. ] It is easier for us both for you to hate me, chéri. I cannot bring myself to.
i'm having such a tough time w/s2 bc I LOVE DREAMSTAT but.... I don't like armand WHOOPS T_T
it makes adam tighten his grasp, as though it's his job to protect lestat. as though he's capable of anything more than what any human is. what can a mortal give to a vampire, a devil, a monster? what can he offer that lestat would be incapable of attaining for himself?
but the fact remains: lestat is crying. he is sad. he regrets. all human emotions that cannot be so easily tossed aside. the quiver in his voice, that question at the end of his sentence - it makes Adam's heart ache for him. how often has he felt this way in private, with no one there to comfort him? hiding himself away in order to maintain his image, his reputation?
adam understands how that feels. he knows what it is to be angry and hurting but unable to tell anyone, ashamed for being so weak as to feel.
it is easier for us both for you to hate me.
adam inhales deeply, the scent of lestat's hairspray and cologne and the blood of those dead men filling his lungs. ]
I don't think I can hate you, Lestat.
[ he says it softly, voice measured. the tiniest smile crosses his face as he thinks about the second half of what lestat has just said: that he wants to hate adam, but he can't. ]
Hey, look at me --
[ he pulls away just enough, hands slipping to cup lestat's cheeks in order to catch his eye - bloodshot, rimmed with red tears. a terrifying sight that adam has, somehow, become immune to. ]
You saved me.
[ he doesn't know how far it would have gone, how much they would have pushed, if they would have forced him. but he does know it wasn't what he wanted - wasn't what lestat wanted. knows that lestat had been watching, ready to save him from his own blind naivete. ]
wdym armand has never done anything wrong ever :-) dreamstat is so funny though jndkjnknf
still, adam said that he couldn't hate him. of course he couldn't - he was a kind boy. lestat gazes at his pretty face, those big doe eyes with long lashes. kind and honest with his feelings, even if he was reckless. so young compared to lestat, too young to have such terror sunk so deep under the skin. being this close to an immortal so drenched in blood would only cause him pain, over and over.
but he was here. lestat was in pain too, had been howling it every night on stage and yet only adam was here. maybe he did not have an understanding of each of lestat's many mistakes, but was that so bad? even for a blink of a mortal's life, he deserved sweetness. ]
..It should have been sooner. [ his reply is quiet, a touch sulky. he gazes up at adam reproachfully. his eyes grow flinty as he recalls the way ned spoke to adam in the bathroom, the callous way the pair roamed their hands. ]
The second that his brutish friend touched you. Or before, when he cornered and kissed you.
[ disregarding whether adam enjoyed that part or not, actually. in lestat's opinion, he shouldn't have been kissed at all. ]
BAHAHA like he's beautiful and perfectly acted but he's just...... HE'S NOT LESTAT LMAO T_T
besides - it means he gets to hear lestat's side of the story, gets a window into what the blond had seen and heard and felt while adam was busy trying to ignore his feelings. and, again, it's fucked up: the way that a tiny thrill runs up his spine, thinking about the fact that lestat had been watching, not ignoring him at all, as though incapable of ever truly letting adam be free to wander.
it's a chain that adam knows he'll come to hate in time, but one that feels right. belonging to lestat, being protected by him, giving him the comfort he seemingly cannot get from anywhere else. adam is hyper-aware of the fact that he can't possibly replace whoever it is lestat sings about every night but, maybe, he can help fill that void - just a little bit. just for now.
the sulky tinge to lestat's voice, combined with the way his expression shifts as he describes what happened, makes adam's smile grow - and then, before he can help himself, he's laughing. it isn't funny; it's just the built-up adrenaline finding a way out.
he squeezes lestat close once more, skinny arms wrapping as tight as they can around the other's broad frame. he doesn't care if the blood gets on him. ]
Wait - are you saying you didn't want him to kiss me?
[ amidst all the terror and sadness, this stands out. is lestat... jealous? ]
it's OK, dreamstat isn't rly him either :-) (well it's louis' imagined version of him so)
right up about till adam's question. this earns a deep frown, that petulance back in his voice.]
What is funny about that? He was a brute and he did not deserve to kiss you.
[ another sniff, haughty now. he turns his head to nose at adam's hair, inhaling the chemical of the shampoo he used, the faint scent of hairspray and smoke. underneath it all - adam, warm and slowly becoming familiar.
a little knot of jealousy there that he did not want to unpick. yes, he knew that likely adam would be hit on if left alone at the club. the patrons who encountered him seemed to appreciate looking at him as much as lestat himself did - he did not need to skim their thoughts to know this.
yes, lestat had let him go anyway, in hopes that his greedy heart would not have a reaction. unfortunately this was not the case.]
Bien sûr, you may kiss whomever you please. But he did not deserve it.
[ do you deserve it, lestat? he doesn't really think he does either, but he sure is judging everyone else's worth too.]
tbh I think I just miss domestic loustat T_T before everything went to hell in a handbasket!
maybe adam's finally gone crazy. maybe his brain has finally snapped under the pressure. maybe this is just another hallucination, a dream made up by a mind too damaged to deal with reality. whatever it is, he doesn't care. he doesn't care that lestat was an asshole, that those men are dead, that he's more fucked up than anyone could ever possibly understand.
maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find each other.
adam pulls back once more, eyes shining with unshed tears and - of all things - a mischievous little look on his face. lestat's petulance is a familiar thing; the contrast of that childish emotion amidst all this darkness is jarring in the best way.
then the blond says two things that make adam's heart twist in his chest:
you may kiss whomever you please - a lie?
he did not deserve it - the truth. ]
Were you watching the whole time?
[ it's not an accusation. in fact, it's the opposite, a playful, teasing question meant to evoke embarrassment rather than shame. adam's thumbs brush over lestat's cheeks now, wiping away those rivulets of blood. ]
He kissed me before he did anything shitty, y'know.
[ what adam means is clear: lestat must have judged this man well before he ever made a move. must have watched adam up on that balcony and decided his fate well in advance. must care deeply enough about his human pet to set parameters as to who may and may not be allowed near him.
it's fucked up. it's also the hottest thing adam's ever experienced. his pulse begins to quicken again, just a little, as the idea of this sets the gears of his mind into motion: does lestat truly like him that much? want him that much? he's getting ahead of himself, he's sure, but -- ]
I feel that!!! dreamstat is at least a glimpse into the stat that louis misses ;w; a silly boye
a familiar question, carrying familiar guilt. even if it was not the same situation at all, lestat cannot help but feel horribly defensive - and justified. what would have happened if he had not been watching? only catching the tail end of adam's despair due to negligence?]
-You have a way of stealing my attention, Adam. [ it's not a no. maybe he hadn't been watching every second but he had been monitoring, certainly. even while he was fighting with himself about doing so.]
It does not matter. His intent was the same, kiss or no.
[ the quickening of adam's pulse concerns him - more fear? or anger? he meets his eyes, brow creasing very slightly. questing for answers before reaching out to skim the waters of his mind, feather light.]
You gave him a sweetness he immediately squandered. It is a shame, that is all.
[ hes blinking slowly, unaware that he's doing it. subtle methods in an attempt to soothe adam's heart rate back down from what he thinks may be rising panic.]
yes!! obsessed with dreamstat also! jacob mentioned in an interview that it's louis' version of him
[ the not-yes, not-no response is so typical of lestat that adam laughs again, though now it's soft and affectionate. he's beginning to understand that this is what the blond does when confronted with things he'd rather avoid: he dodges the question, gives a non-answer, tries to use all that charisma of his to wiggle his way out of the conversation altogether.
but adam hears the answer beneath it. hears the lack of a no and, perhaps selfishly, interprets it as a yes. watching. waiting. making sure he was protected. though lestat's walls are clearly back up his earlier vulnerability still sits in adam's memory, and that image of him is the one that best supports his theory. he'd been so regretful - saying he should've stepped in earlier - that, clearly, he knew what was happening from the very start.
adam knows better than to bring any of this up, of course. there's no need. ]
Sweetness, huh?
[ the slow blinks remind adam of a cat; specifically, the stray that lives in his apartment building, the one he gives milk to now and then. lestat certainly looks a lot closer to that particular feline than any other at this particular moment. it makes adam grin, his heartrate calming somewhat from both the effect as well as his own mental coming-to-terms.
for a moment, he simply stays like that, the breeze blowing past them. lestat is a mess, but to adam, he's never been more beautiful. his heart aches and swells the same way any human's does - more, even. like this, sitting on the pavement, he feels more at ease with lestat than he ever has before. it's as though they're just friends sharing a smoke, talking about the shitty world around them, laughing over dumb jokes.
his grin softens; wrinkles crease the corners of his eyes. he says nothing else before he leans in to press a chaste kiss to lestat's lips, holding his face close, one thought clear inside his mind:
It's okay if you want my sweetness all to yourself.
he doesn't know if lestat will be able to hear it, but that doesn't matter. ]
yeah!!! and it makes you think like. have we seen lestat depicted yet that isnt someones take on him
[ a very slight tilt of lestat's head at the laugh; again? even though he has the ability to literally read adam's mind, somehow he was the one a step behind here. whatever was making him smile like that was no reason to be too concerned however; whatever panic had set in seemed to have fully passed.
truthfully, the only real clear image he could discern from the other man's mind was that of a skinny feline winding around the ragged hems of adam's jeans, huge eyes adoring. that, and an uncomfortable reflection of himself; eyes darkened by mascara, cheeks still stained a little red, brow furrowed. dizzying for an instant.
he catches a glimpse of the charming way adam's eyes crinkle, boyish and charming. then, a soft pressure on his mouth, hands framing his face as if holding something precious. startled, his lashes flutter, then close.
there's a delicate feeling in his chest, a tiny glass flower unfurling in the presence of the sun. a trembling hope he doesn't dare to touch in fear of it shattering. adam's mouth is warm, his hands moreso, but lestat shivers under the touch somehow. how long had it been since he had been held like something breakable?
touching the pool of adam's mind again is automatic enough that the focused thought immediately resounds in his head. it makes him frown into the kiss, then draw back from it entirely.
a moment of staring at adam with growing intensity, disbelief. then he reaches for adam, cupping the back of his neck to draw him back into a firm kiss again. it's far less soft than adam's, hungry where his was chaste. a desperate need to fill the ache suddenly yawning in his chest, the eager loneliness threatening to consume him whole. ]
YESSSS SAME kjdfhgdkfh I can't wait to see the similarities/differences/LESTAT of it all
perhaps it's a terrible thing to want. selfish, stupid. but when lestat draws away, when he fixes the human with a stare as intense as the sun, adam knows he cannot deny it. more than the sex, more than the friendship, this is what he wants - to fill that void and, in turn, have his own filled as well.
when lestat kisses him again it is a powerful thing, the butterflies hibernating inside adam's chest suddenly erupting into a storm of sound and colour. he knows without knowing that lestat has heard him, heard his silent permission, and that makes him giddy; he grins into the kiss, surging forward as the need to be closer overtakes him.
he can taste the desperation on lestat's tongue, in his hands where he grasps at adam's neck. the vampire had resisted the urge to pull Adam into his lap earlier; adam himself is not capable of such resistance now. he pushes his way into lestat's arms, all but climbing on top of him, a knee on either side of the man's hips as he continues to kiss him. eager little sounds spill from him, spiked with a moan here and there as the taste of blood fills his mouth. he licks over lestat's fangs, small as they are, and his own hands fly up to card through his golden hair.
Yours his mind screams, one clear word amidst a haze of desire and gratitude. Let me be yours. ]
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the lick over his fangs makes him groan into the kiss, heat suddenly sparking in his navel. they extend an inch, grazing the sides of lestat's tongue as it slides along adam's, slicking them both in blood. from the sounds being made, somehow lestat didn't think adam would mind.
the urgent pleas of adam's thoughts have lestat palming over the spread thighs, around to palm the curve of his ass. tugging the man tight against him is his only intention, wanting the firm warmth pressed hard against him, to feel that pattering heart deeper within.
Yours, Adam's mind pleads. It's a dizzying thought, one that takes root immediately after. This sweet man, wounded by the world and circumstances, happily licking the blood out of his mouth. Seeing the monstrous nature at the root of him, the jealousy and violence admist the beautiful lure, and still choosing to take his face in his hands and welcome him in.
lestat catches adam's lower lip between his teeth and bites down. the sharp knifes of his fangs split the skin like the flesh of ripe fruit. cleanly, spilling blood that drips from their joined mouths and onto lestat's clothing. immediately, the flesh of adam's mouth begins to knit itself back together, the vampire blood coating his mouth and tongue repairing the damage. a throaty growl from the blond at the taste of their mixed blood. insistent, he deepens the kiss, hungrily swallowing any of the blood that he can coax from adam's mouth.]
Mine. [ his voice speaks into adam's mind, even as he breaks the from the slide of mouths to kiss down to the sharp plane of his jaw, leaving a crimson trail.]
For as long as you wish. You are mine.
[ spoken aloud now, a low murmur against adam's skin. there's little warning before he's sealing his mouth over the side of adam's neck, sucking and kissing at the supple flesh there. only little grazes of his extended fangs, just enough to tease.]
not me stealing a line from your cosmos album whoops 👀
but he doesn't care. the only thing that matters is how tight lestat is holding him, as though he wants to push adam into his chest and bury him there forever, locked away next to his undead heart. the unnatural coolness of lestat's skin is always a shock but adam greets it happily, his own body hotter than ever as he presses the entirety of his body up against the other.
there is blood in his mouth and he does not know who it belongs to; he only knows that the taste of it sends ripples of desire through him. strange, that he likes it so much, after being so revolted by it only a few months earlier. maybe it's because he understands it differently now: no longer is it simply a sign of pain, suffering, death, but also vitality, energy, life. violently red against a grey world, a riotous shout of rebellion in a society forced to maintain monotony. ]
Ah-!!
[ he cries out, body tensing, as lestat's fangs pierce his lip. it hurts; it means he's alive. a half-sob, half-moan rises in adam's chest as he chases the warm wetness into lestat's mouth, conscious of the way it drips down his chin. his thumbs slip over it, making both of them even messier; were anyone to see them right now, they would likely assume some sort of serious crime were taking place.
but there is only the wind. the wind, and lestat's words.
You are mine.
adam sobs again, but his mouth is pulled into a wide grin as he tilts his head to the side, exposing the long line of his neck in order to give lestat better access. a breathless laugh lifts from him as the reality of what they are sinks in. not platonic, not romantic, something else entirely; devotion, so deep and reckless it will surely destroy them.
it's all he wants. all he needs. lestat, and nothing else. ]
Lestat,
[ he says, not a question but a statement, happier than he's sounded in a very, very long time. then, again: ]
Lestat --
[ his fingers curl against the back of the blond's skull, encouraging him. pressing those teeth right against his jugular. an offering. and, in his mind:
As much as you want. ]
you little demon i literally JUST added that quote (i love it too)
the offer to drink as much as he wants is naive, he knows this. unbearably sweet too, a permission that makes the animal of his hunger immediately salivate and keen. likely without supplementation he would easily drain twice adam's bodyweight in blood and be satisfyingly full, but thankfully this was not the case currently. a tad shaky from use of his powers yes, lower than he would have liked. absolutely hungry enough physically, definitely hungry enough emotionally. more than anything, the offer is for a sensual indulgence, a surrender of self. this he wants more than anything, the absolute closeness of tasting the man's essence. his emotions, memories carried on the thick taste of him.
one hand presses into the small of adam's back, the other squeezes up to grasp at his chest. a sneaky tactic just before he bites down, pinching adam's nipple through the lace to spike the cold pain with pleasure. he'll toy with the bundle of nerves and flesh for a beat, breath hot and moist, fangs ghosting the skin. then the bite - clean, merciful. not with force enough to bruise, just enough power behind it that his teeth slide in smoothly through layers of skin and flesh, mouth sealing over.
a groan at the first drops of hot blood along his gums, through his teeth. the first suck and pull of is timed with a roll of adam's nipple between finger and thumb, sparking those nerves and sweetening the taste. hopefully sweeter for adam too. lestat wanted this to be enjoyable for him, intimate in a way he may have never experienced with anyone else. perhaps it would be a matter of finding the right adjustments to make. ]
This taste, mine. [ the smooth tone of his voice into adam's head as he feeds. the tip of his tongue finding the edges of a puncture wound and circling it, dipping in so similarly to his teasing at another hole, another night. ]
Beautiful boy. Relax into me, I will take care of you.
😈 okay so MAYBE i keep that tab open for reference just in case... MAYBE
and, yes, he isn't thinking clearly about what he's offering. allowing lestat to drink with such blanket permission could easily be a death sentence. but adam trusts him, knows him well enough that he is not afraid of such a consequence. more than that, he wants to give lestat everything he possibly can; what better gift than his own life?
he's not expecting the pressure against his chest, the teasing pinch over the fabric of his shirt, and it makes him cry out in shock, head tilting even further backwards as ripples of pleasure wash over his body. ned had done something similar only, what, an hour ago? but it did not feel nearly as good. lestat's hands are dextrous and graceful, perfectly timed to cover the cold, searing pain that lances through adam's neck as his fangs sink through the skin.
it hurts. it feels good. adam blinks through teary eyes and stares up into the night sky; the stars are bright overhead, brighter than he's ever seen them in the city. as the blood drains from him he becomes lightheaded and giddy, soft laughter and little moans falling freely from his throat. his own song, composed by and for lestat alone.
without conscious effort his hips begin to rock, grinding forward into lestat's body. arousal washes over him, the taste of it heady in his blood as lestat tongues at the wound; it draws a whimper out of the smaller man, his hands clutching at lestat's shoulders now, memories of their time together passing before his eyes like a film reel. ]
Yours,
[ he whispers, eyes sliding shut, giving himself over completely to the tidal wave of sensations washing over him. ]
hfjfjf CUTE BLESS YOU SORRY ABOUT ALL THE PORN
the pretty moans and laughter is met with a pleased hum of lestat's own as he lessens the suction of his mouth, instead pressing kisses to the sensitive skin. the wound is still open, twin puncture marks delicately treated by feather light kisses. a trail that begins from the bite site to the bob of adam's throat, bloody lip prints on pale skin.]
You give yourself so easily, Adam. [ an observation spoken against his skin, voice husky.] Trust me so easily. Sweet man. What have I done to deserve this devotion?
[ he can feel the hardness pressing against his abdomen where adam grinds, the heat searing through his clothes. his palm shifts from the dip of his lower back, down to grasp at the lush swell of adam's ass, encouraging the grind of hips.]
Should I let these marks remain, so that all know who you belong to? All of the crew, the men who desire you?
[ his breath is hot against moist skin, grasping at the meat of adam's chest now. his own arousal swells with the new blood, the grinding atop his lap certainly aiding this. if they weren't careful, lestat would have adam here in the parking lot, hidden only by the drape of their clothing.]
LMAO LOOK..... there is absolutely no apology needed 😂 it's very. uh. inspiring 👀
a terrible choice for a god. but then, when has adam ever made a single good decision? ]
You saved me, [ he breathes, repeating his words from earlier; there's a depth to them now that wasn't there before. because the truth is this: lestat did not simply intervene during an assault. he shone a light on adam's life many weeks before today, the first time they met, the first time they messed around, the first time lestat drank from him. he gave adam a purpose the mortal couldn't find before that - not even after going through his own terrible nightmares.
so, yes, he will happily become a devotee praying at the feet of someone so much greater than himself. prayers that take the shape of whimpers now, teased out by the additional pressure of lestat's hands against his asscheeks, so perfectly shaped by the pants lestat himself picked out.
Should I let these marks remain?
a question that sounds like a song, a hymn. words that draw a fresh sob from adam's chest as desire squeezes his heart so hard it hurts. what would it mean, to be marked like that? in a way that so clearly shows who he belongs to, who owns him, body and soul? ]
Yes --
[ it's a terrible idea. it's an incredible idea. he doesn't care whether or not lestat is serious; in this moment, so overtaken by the raw desire thrumming in his veins, all adam can do is ask for what he wants. ]
Show them, [ he mumbles, breathless, as his head finally tips back down in an attempt to find lestat's lips with his own once again. he can feel the swell of the vampire's cock beneath him and it makes him press down even harder, grinding against him more intently now. whether or not they end up fucking right here isn't exactly something he's worried about at the moment. ]
GOOD sometimes I just need active reference ok
the thought makes him growl deep in his chest, vibrating into adam's mouth. insistent now, he licks into the seam of his lips, finding the other tongue to coat with blood. adam's own blood, forcing the smaller man to taste himself inadvertently.
he too, is more alive than he has been in months. no longer seeing ghosts of his past on every stage, every dark corner. the unsettling silhouette of his maker rigid, alone amongst a ever moving crowd. the judging stare of his companion heart, still adorned in the clothes worn on the altar. claudia silent and waiting.
was it the blood, or the companionship? the gentle way that adam touched him, revered him? every time they collided, lestat found himself desperate for the solace that the man brought. clumsy adoration, but painfully sincere. looking into the maw of the monster and willingly placing his arm into the cradle of his jaws. dizzying, how simple trust and kindness had floored him completely.
the surge of affection makes his heart flip. greedily, he paws at the corset, mentally cursing his own outfit choice for adam. it's frustrating enough that he breaks the kiss to curse in french, muttering darkly as he relents and begins to unbuckle one belt at a time.]
Petit enculé! I have given you a chastity belt by accident.
[ a breathless laugh, breaking the frustrated frown creasing his forehead. doggedly he makes his way up the rows of belts, lifting his head after one or two to nuzzle at adam's jaw, press kisses there.]
I will never not be shocked by how many not-leigh whannells look EXACTLY like leigh whannell
up until now he's always considered that kind of relationship to be toxic, the sort that he should avoid. but at the same time, hasn't he craved it? wished to be desired so deeply it results in violence? no one has ever wanted him the way lestat does, toxic or not.
and so adam responds the only way his clumsy, youthful heart knows how; with sincere affection and intense hunger. being wanted makes him feel alive and that, in turn, makes him act in ways that he wouldn't otherwise - like now, what with the way he's shamelessly humping at lestat's groin as though he's a dog in heat.
when their lips part jsut for lestat to start swearing adam laughs again, loud and free, his tongue and lips and teeth coated in his own blood. it tastes ever so slightly different from lestat's, though he cannot describe how. maybe, in time, he'll learn. like learning to recognize the difference between red wines.
for now, though, his attention shifts to the way lestat is trying so diligently to undress him. ]
I thought you did it so other guys couldn't get me naked, [ he says, light and mirthful, acknowledging the blond's jealousy out loud. as each of the belts is undone he gives a little wiggle, grin turning mischievous as he tilts his head to press kisses of his own along the line of lestat's throat. when he reaches the juncture of shoulder and neck he bites down, eager to feel the other's taut skin between his teeth even if he is unable to pierce through it. ]
yet I can never find a sam reid lookalike... screaming crying
Non, I am afraid it was purely to admire this fine waist and ass of yours. But I have - ah -! [ he gasps mid sentence at the blunt bite, sincerely surprised by the feeling of adam's teeth on his skin.
an automatic reaction, a belt snapping in his tightened grasp. lips parted, he pants softly, dick twitching under the others weight.]
Adam... [ a low whine, somehow chiding despite the obvious arousal lacing his voice. another snap as he simply tears through another solid leather belt, then another. all whilst still tilting his head to the side to allow adam to clamp his teeth at his neck, a thrill running through him at the feeling. ]
S-So eager to have me inside you, yes? Patience, chéri.
he's too beautiful, no one can match him 💅
being like this makes adam feel powerful, and that makes him push for more, his eager hands roaming over lestat now: through his hair, under his shirt, up along the muscles of his arms. he's aware that he's a bit dizzy from the blood lestat has taken but it's much less than usual after a feeding and so he presses on, not giving lestat even a moment to recover. ]
Are you gonna fuck me right here?
[ a rhetorical question. having relinquished that bit of flesh his mouth moves upwards, pressing kisses and biting at the skin of lestat's neck and jaw, before whispering into his ear: ]
People might see, y'know.
sad but terribly true 😔
thankfully there will continue to be many beautiful images of him (2026 come sooner pls)
plssss i heard a rumor its being released in april..... gimme
omg my birthday month PLEASE
happy birthday its lestat crashing out!!!
the best gift ever!!!
HOWLS at the moon they're cute....
JOINS YOUUUU HGNNGHHGHHHlfhdkhjk;lhj
;w; our boyssss
obsessed with them actually T___T <333
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lost in the sauce
for real ðŸ˜
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nooooo adam dont lick my blood haha twirls hair
i need u to know that reply was fucking POETRY anyway he's some bloodplay 😈💖
PLEASE i am shaking your hand vigorously and writing you into my will for our combined galaxy brains
EHEHEHE <333 something something pressed up against your longing (for whump) lkhjfgkjhgk
heuheueh ðŸ¤ðŸ¤
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get licked idiot
LMAOOOOO T_T <3