This thread takes place after the events of the thread Not So Fine Cuisine (Louis and Lestat). The two men have returned to their home now, after a very steamy make-out session in the street.

After arriving at the beloved plantation, Louis directed Lestat to follow him to the stables, ensuring that their horses were tended to by the stable master. They then began their walk back to the large house, Louis making sure Lestat behaved himself as they walked the grounds. Louis wandered in through the front door, peeking his head in through the doorway before walking in, as if he were a teenager sneaking into his after curfew. Louis took cautious steps through the house, hoping not to startle any of the servants and looking around anxiously as he led Lestat by the hand to their secret sleeping area in the basement.

Once safely behind a heavy, locked door, Louis finally let out a sigh, split evenly between relief and arousal. He lunged at Lestat again, pressing him against the cold stone wall and breathing in his every scent.

Lestat had remained silent the entire ride back to the plantation house; his mind was whirling far too much to allow speech, at least at that moment. His mind was still whirling when they arrived back home, and he numbly allowed Louis to lead him from the stables, and back through the house. He was still in a bit of shock. He hadn't thought that Louis had felt that way about him, at least not yet.

He was startled out of his quiet thoughts when they made it to the basement. Once they were safely locked away Louis had lunged at him, and Lestat had allowed it. One of his hands rested on Louis' chest, and if he had needed to breath he was sure that his breath would be racing at that very moment.

Louis trailed soft, tender kisses down Lestat's neck, biting at the neatly tied fabric that kept him for going further down until it drapped down Lestat's chest. He brought his hands up, nearly ripping open Lestat's shirt as his tongue traveled slowly across the curves and muscles on his companions chest, the salty cold of his skin filling Louis' taste buds.

Lestat hummed at each of Louis' kisses, half wondering if the man was going to drink from him again, though he knew that Louis would only do that if he absolutely needed to. Lestat sighed and his eyelids fluttered closed, that was until he felt Louis tug at his shirt, and the shirt came undone. While Louis was tasting, what seemed to Lestat, every square inch of him he whimpered slightly. "Louis, if there is a single button missing from my shirt I will be very cross."

Louis couldn't help but chuckle deeply, a smile escaping onto his face. He trailed his tender affection back up Lestat's neck and nibbled at his earlobe, running his hand down Lestat's now exposed chest and whispering in his ear. "Come now. Do you really think I would have ruined one of your precious shirts?" He placed a kiss on Lestat's neck, deep and dangerous, his teeth lightly scraping the skin as he roughly wrapped his lips around the mans neck, beginning to suckle at his pasty flesh.

Lestat bit down on his lip harshly, to stop himself from laughing as Louis' chuckle had tickled slightly, hard enough to draw blood. A sigh escaped his lips as Louis moved again, his face now right by Lestat's ear. The man smirked at his fledgling's words and continued teasing him, only slightly. "I didn't feel you take the time to unbutton it, so perhaps you did ruin it, I will have to find out later." A shame shiver ran over him as he felt Louis' teeth on his neck.

Louis chuckled again as Lestat shivered beneath him, his fingers tracing the lines on Lestat's chest and he moved his mouth back to the man's ear. "Does someone like when I kiss their neck?" he asked, nibbling lightly at his ear and biting down a little harder as his mouth pulled away. "Or do we like the teeth?"

Lestat's mouth fell open, and his tongue tracked over one of his own canines. Louis was showing a side of himself that Lestat hadn't known existed, and now that he knew, well he would never let Louis forget of its existence. That was for sure. "I'm not telling." He said, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Louis brought his hand up and gently wrapped his fingers around Lestat's throat. "I require an answer to my question, Lestat." he said, gently applying further pressure to the man's throat with his fingers. Growling deeply, he bit down on Lestat's neck, his teeth applying pressure but not daring to break the skin just yet.

Lestat purred at Louis' show of dominance. It was exhilarating. "Oh, do you now?" He chuckled and cocked a cheeky grin. A shiver ran down Lestat's spine as Louis growled, a sound he had not heard from the man before. A slight moan broke over his lips as Louis pressed his teeth to his neck once more.

Louis continued to apply pressure slowly, until just before his teeth were about to sink into his companions throat. Instead of proceeding however, he released his grasp on the man's neck and pulled his head away from him, backing away ever so slowly as he spoke. "Well, if you are not prepared to answer I could always just go upstairs and read."

Lestat sucked in a breath as Louis continued applying pressure with his teeth, and whined when his companion stepped away. "Where are you going?" He moved from the wall and followed Louis. "You're just going to...and then leave?" Finally Louis' words ran in his ears. "I enjoy both." He said simply. "Though I admit...I prefer the teeth."

Louis smiled and began to stalk towards him again. "Good." he said, in a pleased tone. He looked at him hungrily, his eyes seeming to pierce into his companions with a predatory blaze. "Back against the wall, Lestat." he said, his voice now more demanding. "I like you trapped between my touch and the cold stone."

Lestat shivered at Louis' predatory gaze. He felt as though he was going to get devoured right then and there. He followed his fledgling's orders and backed against the wall slowly, swallowing when he felt the stone against his back once more.

Louis continued to move slowly towards his prey, his mouth twisted in a devilish smile as his feet stopped in front of Lestat's. Oh, why haven't you done this sooner you daft fool. In one swift motion, lasting no longer than a second, Louis grabbed Lestat's hands, thrusting them over his hand and pinning them against the wall. His mouth darted to the man's neck, plunging his teeth deep into the pale flesh of his companion, forgetting for only a moment that two of them were rather sharp. As the blood pooled in his mouth, Louis was startled at first, though he did not show it. It took just a moment for him to collect himself, drinking slowly and savoring the surprisingly sweet taste of Lestat's blood.