That is not what I meant by teasing. He thought to himself, hoping he could blurt out what was in his mind without causing a huge commotion, though he knew that was nearly impossible. "Well, I'm sure I'm not much to look at." he said softly, thoughts racing through his mind. You think I don't notice when you look at me? You think I didn't notice the godly noise you were making with that man in the alley?

Lestat sighed to himself and shook his head. "You do not give yourself enough credit Louis. You know I have a love for the finer things, the men that are beautiful. Do you truly believe that I would have turned you if I thought you were not much to look at?"

No, he turned his head to pretend he was looking at the view. You only keep what you think to be beautiful. He sighed, making his horse trot a little faster now, wishing he was at home in his study. "I'm sure you're only being kind." he said, clearing his throat a bit. You're the one that is much to look at. People fawn over you. I know I have.

Lestat sighed and urged his horse on, kicking his heels against the animal's sides to urge it to move faster, so that he could follow Louis. "You know that being kind is not something that I do Louis, you have told me that time and time again." He rolled his eyes. He could tell that Louis had other things on his mind, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Louis looked over at Lestat, forgetting himself for a moment and flashing him a slight smile. "So flattery is not kind, then." he stated, his horse beginning to move a little to quickly. He tugged on the reigns a bit and forced the horse to slow down, shifting in his seat only slightly. What the devil are you doing?

Lestat's eyes widened. Had that been a smile, and actual smile, from Louis. Now he had seen everything. "Flattery is only kind when it is accepted as such. You cannot take my flattery, as I have seen time and time again." Lestat slowed his horse as well, and stroked the beast's neck in an attempt to apologize for changing pace so many times.

Louis smiled slightly again, this time not looking at Lestat and hoping that the man beside him had not seen his second smile. "Just because I don't respond to your flattery doesn't mean I do not take it." he mumbled, his words jumbling together and sounding more like gibberish than an actually sentence.

Lestat had been watching Louis, and had noted the man's second smile. What on earth was going on? Louis never smiled. But then what he had said ran in Lestat's ears. "You...you take the flattery, but does that mean you accept it?"

Louis shook his head and got uncomfortable again, attempting to shut off his brain and hoping the thoughts would go away. "Nothing. Forget I said anything. I don't know what I'm saying." he said, his face burning red with embarrassment as his mind suddenly flashed with the image of Lestat in the alley, his hand roaming over the man's helpless body as he moaned.

Lestat sighed and shook his head. "I do not know how you expect the two of us to go on if you do not talk with me Louis. My mind-gift does not work on you, as you are of my blood. I cannot read your thoughts and know what is on your mind, and if you cannot tell me then..." He threw a hand up in exasperation.

Louis was beginning to get aggravated, with both Lestat and with himself. He stopped his horse abruptly and got off, pacing in the street and running a hand through his hair. He reached a fence and leaned over it, gripping the post so hard with his hands that the wood began to sink into his palms. What the hell is wrong with you? Get a grip! "Get off." he said, turning to Lestat and making a very quick motion with his hand. "Get off the damn horse."

Lestat froze when Louis dismounted from the horse. What on earth was he thinking? Lestat sighed and got of of his horse easily. Before moving to Louis' side he tied the horses down so that they would not get spooked and run off. Lestat reached Louis' side just as the wood of the fence started to sink into Louis' palms. Lestat hissed and grasped Louis' hands. "What are you doing? Mon dieu." Lestat sighed and assessed the damage, happily noting that the minor scrapes were already starting to heal.

Louis simply stared at Lestat for a few moments, his breathing slightly heavy and his eyes seeming to stare into his very soul. I can't take this anymore. After a long silence, Louis lunged, grabbing the back of Lestat's neck and forcing his lips to his, his tongue darting wildly in and out of the man's mouth. He threw Lestat onto the fence, never breaking from his lips and his hands beginning to roam nearly everywhere he could reach.

If Lestat could breathe he would have had the breath knocked out of them by Louis' sudden movement. Lestat was frozen for a few moments, before he felt a purr escape his lips. He kissed Louis back, swearing that if his heart could beat that it would be beating out of his chest. Lestat's hands went to wrap around Louis' neck, holding him there. He winced slightly as Louis threw him, but he did not care, all that mattered was his moment.

Louis kissed his companion deeply, knowing now that he had been a fool. His hands traveled all over Lestat's body, pressing him hard against the fence and running his long finger nails up Lestat's back. He released Lestat's mouth only to move to his neck, licking from his adam's apple to his ear before softly biting the man's earlobe. "Good god." he said gruffly, kissing Lestat's neck deeply.