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atehimrightup) wrote2024-09-26 01:34 pm
atehimrightup) wrote2024-09-26 01:34 pm
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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.
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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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.
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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.