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two bloodthirsty monsters walk into a bar

When Lee heads for the bar, his plan is to find someone to leave with. He still doesn't know if the plan ends with him eating them or fucking them, but he needs something. He's antsy and lonely, and in too dark a mood to be around Bev or any of the few other friends he's made in this place.

He's lonely, but not safe to be in the company of anyone normal. Same shit, different day.

The bar is a bit of a dive-- the kind of place with no security cameras and bartenders with hazy memories, and Lee takes a deep breath as he steps inside. There are so many smells, all of them layered over one another, so many hearts beating in overlapping rhythms that it's a little dizzying for a moment, but he adjusts.

He sits at a stool and orders a beer from the girl behind the bar. She looks too young to be working here, or maybe she's playing into it for tips, with her pigtails and sparkly lip gloss. Either way, it's kind of depressing. He takes a sip from his beer and straightens a little at the sudden itch at the back of his neck, like his hair is standing on edge. Like a predator is near.

When he slowly turns to look, he sees Lestat across the room and goes deathly still for a moment, then turns back toward the bar. There's a dirty mirror behind the liquor bottles on the bar and Lee stares at it, making out the smudged blur of Lestat's reflection, then swallows hard and curses himself for reacting at all.

He still doesn't quite know what to make of the night that met Lestat. Sometimes it still doesn't feel entirely real, but most of all he's embarrassed, he thinks. Even the people he's been closest to in his life never saw him like that, flayed open and raw, but he had wept in Lestat's arms. He'd been kissed tenderly, and then Lestat had wiped the blood from his face and got up and left, like he hadn't just reduced Lee to rubble.

Lestat probably hadn't spared Lee another thought. He probably just went on with his fabulous rock star life having forgotten all about his encounter with the gremlin under the bridge. Lee isn't being malicious or petty in these thoughts. It's just what makes the most sense to him. It's what he's used to.

"Do you want another?" The bartender asks after Lee finishes his beer, and he hesitates, honestly unsure. He had come here to hunt in one way or another, but there's someone higher up on the food chain already here, so he should probably just find somewhere else.

It angers him, though. He had come out because he needed something, anything, and now he just feels worse than before.

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"Oh," Lee replies, looking at Lestat's mouth as he takes a sip from the bottle and then quickly glancing away as if Lestat might know what he's thinking about it. Sometimes hunger and horniness feel like the same thing in his brain, and he still isn't entirely sure which one he's hoping to satisfy more tonight.

"I'll get another," Lee says when the bartender checks in with them. He glances over at Lestat and winks. "And water for my buddy. He's driving."

The bartender nods and once they're alone again, Lee turns in toward Lestat a little, more relaxed now that they've cleared the air. "This doesn't seem like your type of place. Why are you slumming it tonight?"

"A girl's got to eat," Lestat quipped, offering the bartender a thin smile as thanks for the glass of water he wouldn't touch.

"As I am certain you know, the patrons here tend to be..." He paused for effect. "Disposable."

"Yet you manage to keep such a fine figure," Lee draws out, sarcastic and a genuine compliment all at once. Lestat is beautiful, and he knows it.

A part of him wants to take offense to the comment, because the people here are people like him and those he knew back home in Kentucky, but that kind of proves Lestat's point. And Lee's here for the same thing, anyway. Still, he cuts Lestat a dark look even as he twists to look around the room, curls brushing Lestat's shoulder.

"Maybe we could team up," he offers in a low voice, and when he turns back he's a little surprised at how close his face is to Lestat's. He doesn't pull away, and instead waggles his brows a bit. "A two for one special?"

It makes sense to him. Lestat wants the blood, and Lee wants the meat. Usually Lee hunts alone, but he'd be lying if he said the thought of partnering up didn't appeal to him.

"And all those empty calories. How do I do it?" Lestat quipped, taking a sip of his glass of water simply for show.

At the offer, Lestat cocked his head, considering. "I have my favored methods of disposal," he said offhandedly, his eyes sliding over the boy's face. He was very close, warm and alive, but despite his proximity, Lestat felt very little stirrings of his thirst.

"But one much step out of one's comfort zone now and then, don't you agree?"

"Yeah, you'd think I would have more meat on my bones, too," Lee replies, playfully baring his teeth for a moment. It's strange to talk about his eating habits at all, let alone joke about them. Lestat isn't the same as him, not even close, but he makes Lee feel less alone. Less of a freak. Lestat takes all the sharp knives in Lee's head and dulls them, and he likes that. He wants to bask in it, even if it's dangerous.

"So do I. I do leave scraps, you know," he says dryly, because despite what that strange Eater had claimed, there's always bones left behind. Usually Lee takes them and dumps them in the woods so that the wildlife will sniff them out and not only eat, but spread the evidence of his crimes far and wide. It feels a little like giving back to the earth, like the person he killed serves more of a purpose than just keeping Lee fed.

"I'm up for trying new things," Lee drawls out, letting his eyes linger on Lestat's face with an almost confused sort of awe. It's so rare to be this close to someone, much less someone so attractive, without the ache of hunger taking over his senses. He can think about how nice Lestat's mouth is without feeling the urge to chew it off of his face. It's nice. That in itself is new.

"You're a predator. They can't afford extra bulk," Lestat said, a faint smirk curling his lips.

Sliding the tip of his finger along the rim of his glass, he asked casually, "Have any of them caught your eye?"

He was curious to see who the boy might find a taste for. If his prey would be similar to the man they'd shared on the beach, or if he might be in the mood for something a bit different.

Lee knows that he's a predator, but Lestat says it like it's not something shameful. It makes him sit up a little straighter. Makes him feel even hungrier.

His gaze drops to Lestat's hand, watching as his clawed fingertip traces the edge of the glass with casually agile precision, then looks up again at the question with his brows lifted subtly in surprise. Lestat is so comfortable with this, doesn't seem to wrestle with it at all, and Lee wonders if it's because he's had so much practice, or if it never bothered him at all. Maybe it does, but he's just very good at pretending. It doesn't feel like that last one, though.

Lee looks Lestat in the eye for a long moment, eyes dark, and then slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder. He usually does a lot more observing when he finds himself on the hunt, but Lestat had captured his attention too much for him to even notice anyone else.

He looks now, in a subtle way that's long practiced. Gathered around one bar table is a small group of women, one of them tall and blonde with a Barbie body and smug face. Lee watches as she says something to another girl, one mousy and plump with glasses, and the others laugh like chittering little minions. Lestat reaches out without looking to put his fingertips on Lestat's thigh, resting them there to get his attention. And then he leaves his hand there just because he wants to.

The blonde girl looks so pleased with herself, happy to upset someone, and Lee hums low in his throat as he turns around to face the bar again, turning his head to meet Lestat's eye. He quirks a questioning brow and smirks a little against the rim of his beer bottle.

Curious, Lestat watched as the boy set his sights on the snide blonde holding court across the room. She was brash, beautiful, and empty-headed.

"And how do you suggest we pry her away from her ladies in waiting?" Lestat mused, lips close to Lee's ear as his fingertips brushing over the curve of the boy's shoulder.

"I usually have my ways," Lee murmurs, shivering a little at Lestat's soft exhale against his ear and letting his hand flatten against Lestat's thigh, fingers pressing in against the inside. "It tastes better when they want you."

He swallows hard and tilts his head, watching as the girl tosses her hair and smirks against the rim of her drink. She's perfect and polished and some girls like that are into guys like him, at least for a night, but he can't be sure.

"I think you may be more her type," Lee says as he turns in toward Lestat again, so close that their cheeks brush. "I could distract the others while you get her on her own."

"Hm," Lestat hummed thoughtfully, his head cocked to the side was he dipped into her very tedious mind.

"I think you're wrong. She likes to go slumming, as calls it. She's very insecure, you see," he said, mouth downturned in a mocking pout. "And awful, as you might have guessed."

“Oh, then I got this,” Lee says cockily, laughing low in his throat because he knows the type well. Lestat smells good, and it’s so rare to be this close to someone without having to control his hunger. So rare that he isn’t sure that it’s ever really happened at all. He gives into the urge to skim the tip of his nose down the side of Lestat’s neck, following that smell for a brief, indulgent moment.

He pulls back almost drowsily, blinking at Lestat as he processes what he’s said. This time it’s his turn to tilt his head curiously. “How do you know all that?”

Tapping a fingertip gently against Lee's temple, Lestat leaned close and said, "I can hear her thoughts."

He could, with considerable efforts, dig a bit deeper, and even conjure images of people she knew. Places she had been. But most of what he could discern came from her active mind-- the things she thought and felt in the moment. The same, of course, could be said of Lee's mind, which has always been an interesting little curio.

"You can do that?" Lee asks, turning his head enough to brush his cheek against Lestat's palm. He feels almost cool to the touch, alive but not, and even this latest revelation can't stop his lustful curiosity. "That's genuinely distressing."

His tone is light, however. It's horribly embarrassing to know that Lestat can read his mind, but at the same time-- Lestat is still here. He looked into that box full of sharp knives and hormones and hasn't tripped over himself in his hurry to get away. There's something nice about that. It makes something inside of him unclench.

"And here I thought I was being subtle," he murmurs in a low voice, smirking a little and brushing his lips against the inside of Lestat's wrist before turning away to look at the girl again. She's looking their way, glancing over while her minions are bent over a phone screen, and Lee turns away from Lestat to face her, letting his expression go dark and heated. She flushes and then makes herself roll her eyes and look away, then glances at him from under her lashes.

Lee smirks and turns back to finish the rest of his beer, then turns that heated, hungry gaze on Lestat. "Meet us in that patch of woods out back in ten minutes."

"Hm," Lestat hummed noncommittally, turning his back on the girl and her court. Before Lee could slip away, Lestat slid his eyes in the boy's direction, and spoke directly into his mind:

Do have fun.

With that, he pretended to be very interested in his water, though his mind was open to the tableau behind him. Lee would not be alone in his hunting.

Lee goes to slide off of the stool and then pauses when he hears Lestat's voice in his head, speaking to him even though his lips aren't moving at all. It feels like a caress, like fingertips brushing down his spine, and Lee shivers a little as he meets Lestat's eyes briefly, his own dark with more than one kind of hunger.

He gives a subtle jerk of a nod and then turns away, striding toward the table with what feels like a gentle weight on his back, like Lestat is the devil perched on his shoulder. It feels like he isn't alone, and warmth blossoms through him, emboldening him. It's unwise, probably, to do this with a table full of witnesses, but there is no stopping him now. He'll avoid this bar for a good long while. The woman gets up to meet him before he can even get too close to her, and Lee works on charming her out back with him.

It doesn't take much, honestly. She's already ranting about a boyfriend that she wants to make jealous, talking about him like he's a puppy she keeps on a leash, and Lee plays into it all. He's the bad boy she wants to slum it with, and Lee is all too happy to oblige. The alley is too public, he says. He doesn't have a car, he lies. Wouldn't the woods be fun?

It barely takes any work at all, and then she's pressed up against a tree with her legs hooked around Lee's hips while they kiss. She smells like bubblegum, fruity and sweet, and Lee groans as he slides his hands up under her short skirt to grab at the tender flesh of her ass. She's right there, warm and alive with her tongue in his mouth, but he can feel Lestat in his head, sense him in the trees, and Lee glances around as he ducks his head to drag his tongue up her neck, just over her pulse. He wants so badly to bite down, but not yet. Not just yet.

Lestat can have the living blood, and Lee will take what comes after. The thought thrills him, and he grunts as he thrusts his hips against her soft, willing body.

Lestat left the bar entirely, though he remained close enough to hear Lee's thoughts, keeping track of the boy's progress. As expected, the young woman was easy pray for him, and Lestat watched from the shadows as they entered the trees, the scent of their lust sharp on the wind.

Stepping just out of the shadows, he continued to watch, his eyes bright, clear blue, seeming to glow in the moonlight. He let that go on for a while, until they were rutting together, grunting softly in the night.

Then, he seemed to appear beside them without warning, his cool hand sliding around her throat.

Lee lifts his head as the girl kisses his neck, feeling one corner of his mouth pull back in a smirk when he spots Lestat in the distance. He stands there and watches and Lee looks over at him, sweeping the girl's thick hair away from the pale line of her neck. He meets Lestat's gaze as he puts his mouth to her skin, then lets his eyes fall shut as he drags his tongue up the length of it.

His cock is hard in his jeans, fingers dipping into her underwear to find her wet, and then there's a rustle of leaves and Lestat is suddenly there, fingers brushing Lee's lips as he grips the girl's throat. She opens her eyes with a gasp and they widen with fear when she sees Lestat standing there with them, laughing nervously as she looks between them.

"I didn't really agree to a party," she chokes out, doing her best to twist away from them. She can't, not with their combined strength, and she smells like lust and fear all at once. Lee doesn't usually like this part, seeing them afraid. He usually does his best to make it quick, to try not to let them see it coming, but tonight feels a little different. Lestat makes him feel less ashamed of what he has to do. They're monsters, both of them, but that is their nature. That's how they were made.

"Well," Lee breathes out, stepping back to give her over to Lestat, eager to see what he'll do. "We didn't exactly ask."

Lately, he'd found his urge to torture them drastically diminished. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy the fear in her voice, her lust bleeding away in favor of fear, the scent of both hanging heavy between the three of them.

"Shhh," he murmured, her body going slack as he met her clouded eyes. Looking into her. Through her. The hand around her throat loosened, his touch becoming gentle. A sharp claw traced the curve of her cheek, raising a thin line of blood.

She gasped, compliant, her lust returning, and she didn't fight at all as his teeth sank into her throat.

Lee finds himself fascinated, watching with a rabbit quick heart and a hard dick as Lestat calms the girl. She goes still, breathes out a shuddering moan as she stares up at Lestat’s face. He treats her so delicately, soothes her, and for one inexplicable moment Lee finds himself jealous of her. It must be a beautiful thing to feel, peace like that, even with what comes after.

The night air is thick with the scent of their combined arousal, and it makes Lee so, so hungry that his breath hitches when Lestat bites her, mouth watering as he smells blood. Lee’s eyes go dark, lips curling back slightly as he opens his mouth, blunt teeth shining in the moonlight.

Usually at this point, there is no small amount of shame at what he’s about to do, but tonight it’s absent. He meets Lestat’s eyes as he drinks from her, and it feels different, somehow.

He waits until the girl goes limp, light draining from her eyes, and then steps up to the other side of her, getting a better look. Lestat’s eyes are dark, wild like an animal’s, and Lee feels something akin to how it felt to eat with Maren. Something like it, but better. Freer.

Lee tilts his head and opens his mouth against the other side of her neck, reaching around her to clutch at Lestat’s arm as he bites down, teeth tearing through skin and sinew to get to the meat below. It’s fresh against his tongue and Lee groans low in his throat, feeling satisfied in a way that he hasn’t allowed himself for so long.

Lestat drank until her heart began to slow, until her body went limp in his arms, then withdrew his fangs with a gasp. Mouth bloodied, eyes dark, he watched as Lee crowded up behind her, his blunt, human teeth sinking into the flesh of her throat.

It was animal in a way that his feedings were not, and there was something viscerally off-putting for a vampire to watch a creature consuming the flesh of the dead. Blood was to be taken from the living, otherwise a vampire might follow that victim into the void of death. Still, he did not turn away. He watched, his head at a curious tilt.

It’s not the first time Lestat has watched him eat, but it feels vastly different. That last time, Lee had felt slightly humiliated, like a starving puppy being fed table scraps by a wolf.

But this hunt, they did together. Eaters are not meant to be pack animals, he’s sure, but Lee is elated to not be alone. He clutches at Lestat’s arm as he eats, tearing away bits of flesh with preternaturally strong teeth. He could keep going, eat down to the bone, but he pulls himself away and steps back, letting the body crumple to the ground with plans to come back later and finish the job, clean up the mess.

For now, he turns his dark eyes on Lestat, licking blood from his lips as he tilts his head in an unintended mimicry of the other man. Lestat’s fangs are still extended, bloody and sharp, and Lee turns in toward him to reach up and put a hand on his face, licking his own blunt teeth as he rubs the pad of his thumb curiously against one of Lestat’s fangs.

They’re so close together and Lee feels like his blood has been set ablaze, heart pounding as he gives into the urge to lean in and replace his thumb with the flat of his tongue, dragging it across Lestat’s teeth and the corner of his mouth.

There was an element to it that revolted him. Vampires innately avoided the blood and meat of the dead. When he had first been turned, he had been viscerally repelled by the smell of corpses. It had taken him years to become accustomed to dealing with his victims' bodies once he'd had his fill of them.

But the boy was eager and blazing hot as Lestat gripped his upper arms, holding him at a distance for just a moment before allowing him close, his own tongue sweeping across the boy's bloodied chin.

It's a relief when Lestat allows him closer, but Lee doesn't get any silly ideas as to what it might mean. They're just satisfying one urge after another, and that's just fine by him.

With his belly full, he can focus entirely on his lust. For once, being this close to someone doesn't make him feel at war with himself. It's usually one hunger fighting another for dominance, but Lestat doesn't trigger that in him. Because he isn't alive, not really, but his tongue sure feels like it when he licks blood from Lee's chin. He shifts his head and whimpers when their mouths meet in a messy kiss, bloody lips sliding together as Lee's hands grab at Lestat's waist. One of his fangs tears at Lee's lip and his breath hitches, cock jerking at that brief sting of pain, and Lee urges Lestat back against a tree trunk before sinking to his knees in front of him, eyes dark as he stares up at Lestat and reaches for his fly.

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