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It was the perfect set up. The perfect amount of coffee, fruit, and oatmeal pancakes, exquisitely matching his bedding and the philosophy book he hadn’t touched since he bought it in that thrift shop. The caption read, “wife me, i bake.” and his followers were eating it all up. Domestic Louis was their favorite Louis—next to lingerie Louis, of course. There was something about it that always made them engage with the post more and buy the stuff from his wishlist faster. He usually posted stuff like that when he had a brand to promote or something to sell, this time was a vegan skin care line from a small business, he discreetly put the link of it in his bio and shared the products to his story, the first batch selling out in record time.
Louis was happy, everyone was winning, two insignificant comments shouldn’t ruin his day, and yet there he was staring at them on his beautiful and well-crafted post.
dlioncourt: This is a lie.
dlioncourt: You don't even know how to cook a pancake. Qu'est-ce que c'est?
He knew he should have blocked Lestat a long time ago, but he refused to be the childish ex that unfollowed his past lover just because things didn’t work out between them. He wasn’t going to give the bastard that pleasure. However, Louis reckoned he could have easily turned his ex’s notifications off, but it wasn’t as if he was fixated with him, it was just… he forgot, alright? It was a pretty common thing, Louis was a busy person, so he didn’t really notice every time Lestat posted a picture on his boring feed or every time he uploaded a video talking nonsense at two in the fucking morning—with his wonderful deep voice, lazily scratching his well toned torso—to his closest friends.
Instead of hyper-fixating on silly comments from someone who didn’t actually know him anymore, he decided to update his wishlist with two chiffon shirts that caught his eyes, one was black with moons and stars all over it and the other was pink with tiny flower petals. Someone bought them for him less than five minutes after he posted it.
Louis opened his Instagram again and went to Lestat’s profile, it was a boring mess —as always. Pictures of food and landscapes with no specific theme other than all of them being in black and white, but even that theme was ruined by the colored pictures of him and Louis that he still had up even after they broke up—not that that meant anything, he also still had a picture with his high school girlfriend at the beginning of his feed, he just didn’t care about that stuff. After a few minutes of scrolling up and down his account he finally clicked the message button and wrote down a polite and mature text. He was about to send it when he got a notification that Lestat posted a video on his story, ignoring the “dlioncourt will be able to see that you viewed their story,” warning that indicated he was clicking the story way too fast.
He heard Lestat's deep chuckle before he saw his fingers, full of obnoxious rings, playing with his bottom lip. He was clearly smirking and shaking his head, looking far away from the camera, he didn’t speak for a few seconds, giving Louis the time to notice he was still at his office.
“You gotta love influencers,” Lestat rasped out with an amused tone. “They say the funniest stuff sometimes. Sometimes they even straight up lie to get engagement… C'est merveilleux.”
Lestat kept talking, but Louis stopped listening after those first sentences, there was no way that wasn’t directed at him—sure he only posted that for his closest friends, as always, but he could already imagine his co-workers rolling their eyes and agreeing with him, they never liked Louis and always left snarky comments here and there when Louis was around. He shouldn’t care about any of those people, they all were in his past and never really understood what Louis did. They probably thought he was just an airhead who posted pictures for a living, and maybe they were right, but he was happy and wasn’t that what mattered in life? They should mind their own business, in fact, Louis should tell them as much.
He opened Lestat’s messages again and deleted the polite text he wrote and changed it for:
and how the hell would you know
i was lying, if as far as i remember
we stopped being a thing a long time
ago?
the way i’d treat my man now
is very different from when i was
with you and i could prove that to you
or anyone any day.
After hitting send, Louis threw his phone to the other side of his bed and walked out of his room as fast as he could. He tried to distract himself to avoid thinking about the load of nonsense he just sent to his ex-boyfriend. Did his message even make sense? He should have said he didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, instead of saying he was willing to fucking demonstrate he could be a good housewife.
What I was thinking? He whined lowly to himself, wallowing in his own shame.
Maybe he still had time to save himself from any shame and unsend the message, Lestat was probably busy with work and hopefully still hadn’t read it, he could even block him if necessary.
“It’s time anyway, today’s incident made it very obvious,” Louis mumbled to himself as he walked to his room again, stretching his already oversized sweater even further.
He grabbed his phone and closed his eyes before looking at the screen, letting out a relieved sigh when he opened them and saw that Lestat still hadn’t replied to him yet. This should be a lesson for him, he needed to learn to control his impulses more, to think before acting. He made a mental note to book a new yoga class for Wednesdays, his fourth of the week, this one fully focused on meditation. Yes, that was what he needed to do, detach himself from—
I want you tomorrow night in my house
before I come back from work then.
You can let yourself in, the code is the
same as always.
Louis blinked at the messages that appeared right before his eyes before letting out a strangled scream against his sweater paws. If Lestat was any other person, Louis would have no doubt he was mocking him, but he knew Lestat wasn’t like that, he would never say that as a joke, that was a clear order that Louis was meant to follow.
He should ignore the text, he should keep with his plan of blocking him and join a new yoga class, maybe even go to the spa—he owed that to himself after the mess he got himself into today. Yes, that was what he needed to do, forget that any of this happened, so he could keep a bit of his dignity.
do u want me to cook something
for you?
Therapy, that was what Louis actually needed. A good long session with a professional that could explain to him what the hell he was trying to achieve with this. But before he could spiral even further, an incoming call interrupted his wild thoughts.
MONSTER COCK flashed on his screen with a big bold font he got for free after he watched some video on an app. It was a joke, a dumb one that always made Lestat huff and grunt like a caveman, and that Louis forgot to change when they called quits. He should change it. He also should throw out all his ex’s clothes that he still kept in his closet —and still used to sleep, or to go to the grocery store.
Instead of doing any of that, he picked up the phone.
“Hello?” Louis' voice was a gentle whisper.
He missed Lestat’s voice, no matter how many times he fell asleep listening to it in his stories, it wasn’t the same, he wasn’t talking to him, even the times he could swear he was.
“There’s no need for you to cook something tomorrow,” Lestat's deep voice rumbled through the speakerphone, making Louis shiver involuntarily. “I just want you all dolled up for me, you already know what I like,” just hearing that sent another wave of goosebumps all over his body. Louis did know what he liked, the way he liked it. “You can cook breakfast the next day. Bring just the necessities, we can decide how many days you are staying after tomorrow.”
“What makes you think I’m going to stay the night?” Louis mentally congratulated himself when his voice didn’t waver.
Lestat chuckled. “If you’re only coming to my house to cook, that'd make me your boss, not your man. I was offered the boyfriend package and that’s what I’m going to take.”
“Ugh… you make it sound so sordid…” Louis complained. But Lestat was right, Louis did offer that—very shamelessly—and he was, by all means, a man of his word. “I’m gonna send you a list with all the stuff I’m gonna need because I’m not spending a single penny on you, you’re rich, buy your own stuff,” he mumbled eventually.
“I wasn’t thinking of making you pay for anything. Send me your list — ” a woman’s voice cut him off. Louis couldn’t make much from the conversation, but Louis deduced it was his assistant talking about work stuff. “I have a meeting now, but I will see you tomorrow,” he said when he finally talked again.
It sounded more like a question than a statement, he was testing the waters, making sure Louis was still in it after the interruption, probably remembering how much Louis hated their conversations being cut short by work. It was different this time, they weren’t together, he understood he wasn’t Lestat’s priority anymore. Besides, Louis didn’t mind when the calls had to cut short while he was at work, the problem was when work took over their personal lives.
“Yeah, see you,” Louis said before hanging up. He let out a long exhale and smoothed his sweater twice with his shaky hands.
Louis threw himself on top of his bed and didn’t think about anything else all day. He took a milk and honey bath, and scrubbed his body with brown sugar, wrote his list, did his 12-step skin care routine, ate the turmeric-ginger marinated chicken he didn’t make—but was totally going to learn how to —sent his list to Lestat and watched reruns of Gossip Girl. He didn’t even flinch when the man only replied with a curt “Got it.” nor thought about the fluttering feeling in his stomach when he saw that Lestat liked his picture for the first time since they broke up.
He would have time to curse himself the next day for his dumb decisions, but for now he was going to just relax and enjoy the rest of his night.
At midnight, Lestat posted new stories to his closest friends again, shirtless and laying on his bed. Louis wanted to think he was the cause of the small smile on his face, even though he knew the possibilities were minimal. He fell asleep before he could finish the stories.
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Louis loved to pack, he loved to organize and pick which outfit would be used for each occasion, it relaxed him, just like plans and routines relaxed him. He didn’t care if that made him high maintenance or a control freak in the eyes of other people, he liked what he liked, and he was confident enough to give hell to anyone who dared to shame the things he found comfort in.
“So… are you going to tell me where you are going?” Claudia—his manager and best friend—asked him as she played with her phone and popped a pink bubblegum.
Claudia was the first person to see potential in him, in helping Louis go from a normal guy with a semi-decent following to a social media sensation who earned six figures annually and got high end brands deals. She hated Lestat, she thought he was an uptight jealous asshole who wouldn’t let Louis shine as much as he should.
In Lestat’s defense, Claudia’s plan to add a bot to reply to everyone and their mothers who sent him direct messages with a winky face emoji, didn’t sit well with Lestat, but it also didn’t help with Louis’ entire brand after tea pages began to report about it. Lestat yelled and hissed at Claudia for almost thirty minutes, screaming in both French and English about how irresponsible that was, how dangerous that could have been for Louis. In Claudia’s defense—kinda—Lestat did say he didn’t give a fuck about Louis’ engagement with his followers, and for his manager, that meant he didn’t want to support Louis’ work.
Claudia and Lestat didn’t speak much after that incident, and when they did, it was all snarky remarks and backhanded compliments.
“Lestat’s,” Louis said calmly, carefully folding a baby yellow sweater.
Claudia snorted. “Nice joke, babes,” she relaxed on the couch, putting his chunky boots on top of his coffee table. “No, but for real, where are you going?”
“I just told you, C, to Lestat’s house…”
The bubblegum ball she was blowing exploded on her lips. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said, cleaning the mess off her face. “Louis… What the hell?” She hissed. “Are you back with that asshole? Are you already moving in? Can you at least explain to me what the fuck is going on?”
“We aren’t getting back together, and I’m not moving in. Happy?” Louis said, purposely leaving the last question unanswered.
After all, Louis had no idea what the fuck was going on or what he was doing either. He just knew all his insides were burning with excitement just thinking that in a few more hours he was going to be with Lestat, in his house, following his orders. Louis needed a small break and if he had to be completely honest with himself, no one could give him that other than his ex-boyfriend. Now he just needed to find a way to explain that to Claudia without sounding as desperate as it really was.
“No?” Claudia sat up. “And why are you taking expensive lingerie if you aren’t back together?” She inquired with an accusatory tone.
“Because… I still have to work and this week I’m gonna post something a bit spicier…” Louis mumbled, cheeks burning.
Claudia stared at him, eyes wide and intense. “You are so back with him, and you’re trying to appease me with the likes and attention those pictures will bring… Oh my god, Louis, have you lost your mind? He was and probably still is bad news for your career, he hates what you do, doesn’t understand it or even try to understand it… he broke up with you, for Christ’s sake!”
Louis grunted and dropped the lacy panty he was folding. “He didn’t break up with me…” he half whispered, head throwing back, eyes looking at his ceiling, contemplating all his past mistakes.
“What do you mean he didn’t—” Claudia narrowed her eyes. “You told me he dumped you… you—I remember this, we had a ‘fuck Lestat Lioncourt’ party, it happened…”
“No, I know it happened… we did break up, it just… it was me who was the one who dumped him.”
She stared at him. “Why did you lie?”
“Because I didn’t want to break up with him, I still was very much in love with Lestat the day that everything happened. I wanted to cry all afternoon and wrap myself in a blanket and stay there for an entire week, and I thought you wouldn’t understand that, because it was a ridiculous thing to do. I dumped him because of his work, I didn’t have the right to cry about it or feel like shit. Also, you were so nice to me, I needed my best friend that day, not my manager.”
“You would have gotten your best friend no matter what. And so what if you dumped him? Breakups are hard, no matter the situation,” Claudia muttered, not really looking at him. Louis knew she wasn’t really good at feelings but could admit it was unfair of him to assume she wouldn’t support him about the breakup. “Now I’m even more confused about what’s going on right now.”
“Is just a silly experiment,” is the best thing he could come up with at the moment, and without exposing too much of himself. “To see how my followers react to me with another man without actually risking any relationship.”
Claudia frowned and then sighed. “Your demographic has expanded since that… your account too. Nothing really will happen to your wallet if some old creeps decide to stop buying stuff from your wishlist because you got a new boyfriend. I worried before because that was basically your strongest income, it was my job to worry about that. I know I’ve done stupid stuff before, but that wasn’t one of them.”
“C,” Louis stood up and went to sit beside his friend. “I’m not blaming you for anything,” he held the sleeve of her leather jacket. “I understand why you were worried and why you suggested hiding my relationship back then. Because of you, and those decisions, I have the platform I have. I just want to test the waters now, to be sure…”
“Okay…” She puffed a sharp breath upwards. “But at least let me think about a plan b if this backfires.”
“I love how much faith you have in me.”
Claudia rolled her eyes. “I do have faith in you. I don’t care who broke up with whom, I still don’t trust him.”
“I’m gonna be fine, it’s just gonna be a few days.”
The manager ruefully nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, she asked, “Does it have to be him?”
“Yes.”
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The tower looked even more elegant now, he shouldn’t be intimidated by it, it was just a simple building Lestat owned and lived in. It also was one of the most luxurious complexes the city had, and it wasn’t the only one his ex owned. He tried not to think too much about how Sam greeted him at the entrance as if no time had passed, as if Louis stepping inside the building was a common occurrence. And maybe it was, maybe Lestat brought new people every single week—Louis knew how much of a player he was before they got together and even at the beginning of their relationship, he clearly remembered how Lestat was so adamant in saying he didn’t do relationships nor monogamy. Louis didn’t care a lot back then, he also didn’t do any of that stuff either, he liked the chase, the lingering looks and the soft touches when no one was watching, the wild nights and the alone time in the mornings.
Needless to say, none of them expected falling in love like a pair of idiots after a month of just fooling around, that they actually would get jealous and possessive over someone that wasn’t really theirs. They didn’t force anything, not the commitment or the ‘I love yous’ , it all happened naturally, just like their breakup.
Louis sighed before dialing his birthday backwards on Lestat’s keypad, trying to remember the few instructions he gave to him that morning:
- Check the fridge and pantries to see if everything you requested is there.
- Change clothes to something comfortable.
- Eat any food Nicki gives you.
He spent a big part of his afternoon comparing his list with the things Lestat bought, there was even more stuff that Louis asked for, he even found brand-new pans and baking sheets wrapped in big bows, he had the most perfect kitchen for what he probably expected to be the perfect housewife. Louis didn’t know if he should find the whole thing shameful or demeaning, but he found himself swooning over kitchen utensils.
And that was how Nicki found him, hugging a mint colored Le Creuset crock pot. The man was polite and reserved, he was also stunningly beautiful and had worked as Lestat’s personal chef since almost six months ago. And Louis wouldn’t have put any thought into his presence if it wasn’t for the shy admission that all the changes in the place—the ones that actually made it look like a house instead of a luxurious inhabited penthouse—were suggested by him, including the French pots. And suddenly, Louis wasn’t as excited for them as he was before.
Nicki made him a beautiful salad with strawberries, it technically could have been perfect for his story, but a stubborn part of him refused to upload the delicious food the chef made. He opted instead for posting an old picture of him eating a dry, but very popular bagel from a place everyone was hyping up. He still praised Nicki for his skills and helped him clean the kitchen. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was very lovely, but an ugly part of Louis couldn’t help but feel oddly jealous of him, and the feeling only intensified when he found out the chef was actually living with Lestat, his room almost next to his.
Louis felt almost glad he hadn’t unpacked or changed his clothes, because there was no way he was staying with Lestat, it was already a terrible idea and now instead of making Louis feel a nice thrill, his stomach was churning, and his chest felt heavy.
He was grabbing his stuff when the elevator opened. Everything froze for an instant, Lestat stood a few meters in front of him, strong and handsome as ever, with intense eyes and a semi-hard cock.
“You didn’t change,” he said with hoarse voice, inching closer to Louis, slowly and carefully, as if he was a scared animal ready to volt at the first sudden movement. “Did you eat?” He was so close, Louis could see every strong and defined line on his face.
Louis huffed and averted his gaze. “Yes, I did… you’re early…” he sniffed, trying not to sound too petulant.
“Of course I came early,” Lestat said as if that was a given, as if he didn’t spend half of their relationship arriving late from work. “What are we doing standing in the middle of my living room? Come,” he grabbed his hand and walked them both to the couch. “You look tense, and I am tense, let’s relax,” he whispered, pulling Louis on top of his lap. “What did you do today? Did you check the fridge and the pantry as I told you?”
Louis should be leaving, but the gentle and soothing caressed of Lestat’s hands up and down his back made him melt under the touch.
“Yes,” he replied, giving up all pretenses, he needed this, his body needed this.
“Is everything there?” Lestat asked, leaving gentle and open-mouthed kisses over his jaw. “We can buy anything else you need.”
“What’s the point of me cooking for you if you already have a chef?” Louis asked breathlessly as he felt the first flicker of Lestat’s tongue on his neck.
He was going to melt.
“Thought we made it clear you aren’t going to just cook for me,” big hands now possessively gripped his ass. “I’m getting the whole deal,” he squeezed one of his cheeks, hard.
Louis let out a strangled little yelp. “I need something in exchange.”
Lestat hummed and Louis could feel his grin against his shoulder. “Tell me.”
“I’m gonna take some pictures with you, so I can post them on my Instagram.”
“Okay, face or no face?”
Louis blinked rapidly, a bit shocked at the ease of Lestat’s reply. Though he knew his ex didn’t actually hate his job, he never thought convincing him to be part of it would be that easy.
“No face, I just want to see how they will react.”
“Très bien, I’ll be your guinea pig. Do you want to go out or do you want me to fuck your tight little cunt in our room.”
Louis' throat made a shameful sound, half moan, half whimper. “I’m not — this isn’t—”
“Words, doll, use them.”
“Don’t treat me like a cheap date, don’t like it…” Louis pouted, but still let the man cup his breast.
“I gave you options that I’d give to my wife,” Lestat said, voice deep, thumb and pointer finger softly pinching his nipple. “Because that’s what you are, aren’t you?”
“Never said I was going to be that…”
“You sure?”
The world began to spin. Louis gripped the back of Lestat’s neck with one hand, tilting his head, giving Lestat better access to his skin.
“What if I want to go out?”
“Then,” Lestat skimmed over the top of Louis’ jeans, petting his bulge through the fabric. The faintest of the touches, almost torturous. “We will change, and I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant.”
“You need reservations for that…”
Louis felt Lestat’s grin widen against his jaw. “I know.”
“Take me to your room.”
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“God, baby, you look exquisite,” Lestat said, almost reverently as he finally peeled him from all his clothes—except his lacy pink panties—and put him on his hands and knees. His underwear was unceremoniously pushed aside, so his hole was in full display for his ex.
It has been a long time since Louis felt that vulnerable, so fucking needy. He arched his back the way he knew drove Lestat wild, showing off his smooth hole, teasing him, trying to make the man as desperate as he was. Making him know he was going to have to open him up for the first time all over again.
“You’re going to let me pop your cherry, sweetheart?” Lestat was suddenly hovering over him, mouth close to his ear. “Suck,” he oh-so-gently ordered as he stuck two digits into his mouth. “God, look at you, baby,” he said, voice already a wreck, sending shivers down Louis’ spine as he sucked his fingers dutifully, slowly and thoroughly, tongue swirling around them. “That’s enough, you did so good,” he gently kissed his cheekbone, cock grinding between his cheeks. “You waited all these years for your husband, right, mon cher?” Spit-wet fingers brushed gently against his hole. “Pure and virginal, so I can be your first for everything.”
A flimsy flare of pain overcomes Louis’ senses as Lestat pushes the fingers deeper inside him, he hears the man uncap the lube bottle.
“I’m clean,” Louis choked out as a third finger was added inside him.
Lestat could fuck him now, could stop opening him up and just shove his fat cock inside him. It would hurt. It would hurt so much he’d feel it for a day, wouldn’t be able to sit the next day, and he would love every minute of it. However, this wasn’t about that, it wasn't about two exes fucking their brains outs until there was blood coming from their lips and scratches on their backs. It was about a young married couple, about Lestat’s perfect virginal wife, about possession and love. Pure, raw, love.
“Of course you’re clean,” Lestat whispered, making Louis huff. He needed to make him know he was actually clean and wasn’t part of their little game. As if sensing his distress, his ex stopped his ministrations and held his chin, making Louis look at him. “Baby, I know, I’m clean too.”
Louis let out a shaky breath, twisting his head a little more, so he could kiss Lestat’s lips. The kiss was messy and a little sloppy, but he felt like floating, he could even taste a little of Lestat’s desperation.
“You will give me everything I want, everything I dreamed. Giving me your sweet little cunt, your heart. All of you.” Lestat crooked his fingers inside Louis before slowly pulling them out of his hole. As if he was doing this to Louis for the first time, afraid of hurting him or going too far.
And wasn’t that ironic? They were beyond “too far” and there was no point of retreat in sight.
Lestat parted his cheeks, lube sliding down his gaping hole. “You look good enough to eat,” he rasped out, smearing the liquid with the fat head of his cock. “I promise to devour your pussy tomorrow. Tonight… tonight, I just need to be inside you. Fill your womb with my come.”
“Lestat!” Louis gasped, a bit scandalized. Blushing by his ex’ words and the fact, he could still get scandalized even though he knew how dirty Lestat’s mouth was.
“That’s my name, baby, and this…” Lestat slowly pushed into him, hand firmly gripping his hips. “Is my cock.”
Louis would curse if the sudden fullness in his body hadn’t pushed out all the air from his lungs. It wasn’t as if Louis stopped having sexual encounters with other people. He was young and pretty, most importantly, he loved a good fuck. But none of his past lovers could compare to Lestat.
“My sweet little wife,” he gritted out close to Louis’ ear, shifting his legs, getting a little deeper inside him. “Got your ass up for your husband, so ready to be bred.”
Lestat’s movements became faster and a little erratic, sloppy kisses on his neck turning into rough bites. Louis cried out into the pillow, loud and gone, pleasure ramping up as his ex lost control.
“Look at you taking my whole cock,” Lestat grunted as he slammed his hips into Louis’ ass. “Such a good girl, you’re even crying for it.”
There was nothing in Louis’ mind but static and Lestat pounding away inside him, words ringing in his head. Louis was a good girl, Lestat was splitting him open, and he was going to take all his come just so he can get full of him. It was his duty as his wife, and Louis’ hole clenches and flutters just to think about it.
“Fuck, baby, your cunt is squeezing me so good.”
Louis let out a choked out sob and tears gathered in his eyes as he began to come, hands gripping the sheets, never touching his aching cock even once. His pleasure, his release, all was because of and thanks to Lestat.
“Baby… fuck,” Lestat whispered, reverently, desperately pumping into him, seeking his own pleasure, using Louis’ body for it. “Spread your cheeks, I’m coming,” and then he was filling Louis, pulsing in him before he was pulling out, come painting his aching hole and trembling fingers.
“Don’t let go,” he said, backing up, fingers already collecting the come that was dripping down Louis’ cheeks. “You are a work of art,” he pushed his fingers back in, filling him up again with his seed. “My work of art.” Lastly, he left the most gentle of the kisses in his sore ass.
“Lestat,” Louis breathed out, broken and so whole at the same time.
In a smooth movement, Lestat rolled them both over, trembling arms wrapping around Louis’ waist and back as he pulled him over his chest. “Thank you, sweetheart, that was gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous.”
“I did so good,” Louis slurred against Lestat’s heart.
“My precious boy—”
“‘M also still your girl, forever your girl and your boy. Wanna be everything.”
Louis felt Lestat’s softening cock twitch against his thigh. “Of course you are, mon cher, you will always be. My everything, always, always.”
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Louis woke up sore, all marked up and incredibly late. He remembered very vividly to set his alarm two hours before Lestat had to leave for work, that’d give him plenty of time to make a nice breakfast for him, he even had his recipe ready. So either Louis slept through his alarm or Lestat turned him off.
A soft knock made Louis fully sit up, a little disoriented and upset with himself--it was only the second day, and he was already failing his duties as a housewife. Trying to shake the feeling, he opened his mouth to tell whoever it was behind the door to come in but to his surprise Nicki waltzed in with an eerie familiarity.
“Good morning,” he smiled, handling a tray filled with food. “Lestat told me to bring you this.”
Louis blinked. “Lestat…”
So they were on a first name basis.
“Yes,” The chef chirped with—if Louis wasn’t reading things wrong—fake joviality. “He also told me to ask you what you want for lunch and dinner.”
“Nothing.”
His smile faltered for a split second. “Nothing?”
“I mean--” Louis cleared his throat, trying to fix the mess on his hair. Maybe if he looked less like the victim of a vampire and more like his charming self, he’d convince the man to let him do his thing and, most importantly, leave him and his naked body alone. “I’m cooking, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Oh… alright, do you want me to help you with any of that?”
“No, thanks, I can do it alone, you can even take the day off.” Louis gave Nicki his best smile, the one who usually got him free coffee and drinks—not that he needed them.
The chef smiled back and Louis was sure he got him in his bag. Of course he did, he relaxed on the bed, who would resist to—
“I would love that but Lestat has to give the final order. I’ll leave you to eat your breakfast.”
Giving him one last smile and a tiny nod, Nicki was out of the room, leaving Louis with a few colorful words choking in his throat.
Still, he ate his breakfast, begrudgingly loving everything on his plate because he might slightly dislike the chef, but he was not going to starve because of it. When he finally finished eating and feeling like a non-blood purist version of Draco Malfoy, Louis grabbed his phone and wrote a quick text to Lestat, informing him he needed to give Nicki the day off.
It only took around two minutes for the man to call him.
“Good morning, baby, did you eat?”
Louis rolled his eyes as he got up from the bed, stark naked. “Yes, did you turn off my alarm?”
“Yeah, I wanted you to rest, you looked tired yesterday, you needed to rest.”
“I had something planned for today,” he mindlessly said as he walked inside Lestat’s walk-in closet.
It was as spacious as he remembered, warm lights illuminating shelves filled with shoes and wardrobes hanging expensive suits and Louis’ favorite clothes.
“I saw, we can leave that for the weekend.” Louis could hear Lestat’s smirk on his voice. “Now, can you tell me why you want to give Nicki the day off?”
“Just because,” he sniffed, pulling a soft cotton short shorts and one of Lestat’s band t-shirt from the drawers. “Can you tell him?”
“I can, but he could help you with some stuff, chopping, he’s good at that.”
“I am good, too.”
“I bet you’re the best veggie chopper in the world, but that wasn’t the point, doll.”
Louis blushed at the term. “Please?”
Lestat groaned. “Don’t play dirty and let the guy help you with the basic stuff.”
Louis huffed exasperated, harshly pushing the speakerphone button. “Why don’t you let me do this alone?” He complained as he put on Lestat's shirt.
“Because, as I said before, I want you to rest.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“It was,” Lestat countered. “I wouldn’t let my spouse do all the work, and you know it. You can cook, but you will accept the help, let him do the dirty work, I want you looking pretty and open for me when I come home. I want to fuck your wet cunt on the dinner table.”
Louis almost fell as he was putting his shorts on, legs feeling suddenly wobbly at the words of his ex.
He grabbed his phone. “The only thing you will fuck is the turkey if you don’t give that man the day off, I mean it, Lestat. I’m not letting you fuck me on the kitchen table while other people are in your house.”
A defeated sigh filled the line. “Let’s meet in the middle, I will give him the day off after he cuts everything you will need for our dinner.”
“I know how to cut stuff, Lestat!”
“I know you know, I’m not gonna repeat myself, we both are giving in.”
Louis bit his lips. Lestat was right, there was no point to keep going in circles, Nicki could and should help him as much as he could before he left the house.
“Fine.”
“That’s my good boy, now send me a kiss and go boss Nicki around.”
Louis sent the man a reluctant kiss before hanging up the phone.
After taking a deep breath, he chuckled and shook his head, realizing just how ridiculous he probably sounded. He was getting jealous of a person who was only doing his job. And even if there was a real reason to feel like that, Louis was plenty aware his situation with Lestat was different than before, he had no right to feel jealous.
He just needed to prove his point and leave his ex amazed by his cooking skills.
“So… Nicki,” Louis said as he watched the man chop some potatoes. “How did you and Lestat meet?”
“Ah,” he said blushing and Louis couldn’t help but narrow his eyes and think ‘that’s suspicious’. “Well he wanted a chef and put an announcement and I went to his office and—”
“You went to an interview at his office to be his personal chef… yeah, sorry, I don’t see that happening.”
Nicki’s blush deepened. “Okay, fine,” he put his knife down. “We met at a bar, we hooked up, I was too drunk to leave, so I stayed the night. The next day I made breakfast, he liked it, so I told him I was a chef working at a diner and living in a crappy apartment, so he offered me a job.”
And alright, Louis didn’t ask for a whole Wikipedia article of the relationship.
“Oh, that’s… sweet of him,” Louis said with a high-pitched tone. Lestat was many things with strangers, sweet wasn’t one of them. “Let me just—” he pointed to the fridge before opening it to drink a ginger shot just to feel something.
“He is a bit closed off, but he has a beautiful heart. I just wish—” he shook his head, cheeks as red as the tomato he was chopping.
“You wished what?”
Startled, he shook his head once more. “Nothing, nothing. It’s just… You seem really wonderful, this isn’t about you at all, but him and the way he treats himself and relationships.”
“Yeah, of course, I totally understand,” Louis had no fucking clue what was Nicki talking about. “I just need a bit more of, you know, context, so I can agree even more.”
Nicki chuckled. “I’ll give you this, out of all the men and women he has brought home, you’re the one with the most personality.”
Louis blinked, not really shocked or hurt that Lestat was sleeping around. It would be hypocritical when he was doing exactly the same. They were young, they were hot, Lestat had a wonderful cock and Louis had a mouthwatering ass, it would be a displeasure for the world if neither were used just because they weren’t together.
“So you could say I’m your favorite boy toy of his?”
“God, no, I would never call you, or anyone, that.”
“It’s okay,” Louis lifted a shoulder. “I am a boy, I’m also a toy sometimes—by my own choice, of course, and a very expensive one.”
“You really are different from them.”
“Am I?” Louis said, amused and a tad intrigued.
“Yes. They think they can change him, that they can fix him and his heart. And in the end, everyone gets hurt because no one gets what they want.”
Louis hummed. “And you?”
“What about me?” He was asking, but the way his shoulder squared, and his eyes hardened the tiniest bit, he probably already knew what Louis meant with that.
“Are you getting what you want, Nicki-the-chef-who-got-his-job-by-fucking-his-boss?”
The chef’s breath hitched, looking as if Louis had just slapped him right in the face. “I didn’t fuck him, we just hooked up.”
“So you think you’re special to him?” Louis asked, no hint of disdain in his voice, just pure curiosity; “The one who got away, no?”
“No, I'm just the chef.”
“Ah, but you’re more than that,” he popped one of the cherries on the kitchen counter in his mouth. “We all come and go, but the one sleeping under the same roof as him at the end of every relationship is you. The one feeding him and making this place a home is you.”
Nicki clenched his hand. “I’m no competition to you,” he gritted out.
Louis snorted and shook his head. “Of course you aren’t. Have you seen my legs and how my skin shine under the sun? To die for. This isn’t a competition, god didn’t bring me on this planet to compete with people, I'm in my own lane and game, no man is worth the pain to feel less than what you are.”
“And yet… here you are.”
Louis smiled. “Yes, I'm here, but I don’t expect anything from it really. Not saying I know what I’m doing, but I know what I won’t get. Do you?”
After not receiving any reply, Louis pursed his lips and popped another cherry in his mouth. He didn’t like Nicki, not even a tiny bit, but even he felt bad for the guy. He was him once, waiting for the day Lestat changed for him, for his love, to start prioritizing him over his job.
“I’m going to shower, feel free to leave whenever you want.” He tapped the granite counter before turning around. “And Nicki,” with his back turned, he said something he wished someone had told him a year ago. “Not only can we not make people change, we also shouldn’t wait for them to do so, not if you’re going to be hurt in the process. It’s not fair for anyone.”
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Everything was ready but the food. But no one could blame or judge Louis when he had more important matters to attend to, like opening himself up for Lestat.
He liked to go slow in the shower, starting with his fingers, just teasing himself. He didn’t like it when it felt like a routine or a process he had to do to get to the main event. Opening himself was as important as Lestat fucking him like a dirty slut, it was his ‘me time’, something he deeply enjoyed.
A whine ripped from his throat as soon as he was able to push a third finger inside him. Usually, that would be enough because he loved when it stung a little, it always made him come harder like that. However, Lestat wanted him wet and open wide, like his good little wife would, and that required more than three slender fingers.
With wobbly legs, he finished his shower and dried himself, not forgetting to slick his entire body with his satin serum, without a care about how the hours kept passing. This needed some time, pampering himself always did.
He wasn’t a dildo guy, he much preferred to edge himself with his fingers until he was crying from his own sweet torture, never coming until his partner fuck him hard and deep. However, as he slowly pushed an outrageously thick dildo, plated in 24-carat gold, inside his wet hole he thought he should try it more. Louis felt full, so heavenly full, all the air in his lungs stolen from his body just to try and give the object more space.
‘Stuffed with gold.’ He mindlessly thought as he kept slowly thrusting the dildo inside. Loved the feeling of his body molding around it.
Louis cock twitched, needy and desperate for some sort of attention, making him cry out with overwhelming pleasure. God, how much he loved this. If he were alone at home, he’d speed his pace while rutting over his pillows, never touching himself, coming only until he had no other option. But right now he had to stop and slick up his rosy glass butt plug and plug himself for Lestat.
It was an overwhelmingly good feeling, when he got to just stop thinking and become an object of pleasure, when he wrapped himself in pretty clothes to become a luxurious and decadent gift.
With flushed cheeks, dilated pupils and satin dress framing every curve of his body, Louis had no shame in admitting he looked exquisite.
And his sentiment was only confirmed further when Lestat walked inside the dining room with Panera’s food served on his table and the only thing that came from his mouth was; “Got the best fucking wife in the world.” as he pulled down the zipper from his trousers, and grabbed his large cock trying to spring from his tight boxers.
The man didn’t even give his mouth the chance to water at the sight before he was pulling him closer by his ass, thick cock flushed against his tummy, already ruining his pretty dress with pre-come. “Fuck, baby,” his hands went down his dress to touch his plug. “You’re all ready for me,” he hissed, pushing the object even further before slowly dragging it out.
Louis hissed from the sensation. “I’m always ready for you, aren't I, daddy?”
“As you should.” Lestat groaned, grabbing Louis’ face with one open hand and squeezing both cheeks, two fingers of his other hand easily slipping in his entrance.
Louis let out a not so quiet moan and let Lestat swallow it whole with his lips. The kiss was hungry and intense and his body was entirely consumed by the way he fucked both his holes, with his tongue and fingers. There was no time to think about anything else, all his body was consumed by want.
By the time Lestat turned him around and brushed the tip of his cock over his slicked crack, Louis was cursing the man for making him crave him this much. How dare Lestat kiss him as if he wanted to eat him whole or touching him as if he was something sacred.
“Let’s go eat, my love.” Lestat stepped back, wrapping a strong arm around Louis’ waist.
“Wha—” Louis slurred, blinking confused but still followed the man to the table, and watched him as he sat in one of the chairs with his unfairly big cock still out and hard.
“Sit,” Lestat ordered as he slowly ran his hand up and down his dick.
Louis’ breath hitched, already knowing what his man was asking for. He took his sweet time turning around and pulling up his dress, giving Lestat the show he wanted from him. He felt a big hand grope one of his cheeks before slapping it lightly yet firm enough to leave a sting and probably a red mark on him.
One second he was empty, the next Lestat’s cock was breaching his ring yet again. Pain and pleasure clogged Louis’ windpipes as he slid down his length–only slicked by his pre-come. Tears began to swell in his eyes, body trembling in delirium when he finally bottomed out.
“Such a precious girl. So warm and tight,” Lestat rasped against his neck, one big hand spread over his tummy as the other pulled something from his black coat. “Now, why don’t you take that picture you wanted to take for your pretty feed?” He said as he handed Louis his phone. “Show them how you look with daddy inside of you.”
“Daddy,” Louis repeated, whimpering.
“Don’t worry, I got you covered, no one will see the stains on your pretty dress or the bulge against your even prettier belly.”
Louis bit his bottom lip and suppressed a moan throwing his head back. “Can you please take it for me?” he whined, touching Lestat’s forearm with a trembling hand. “I don’t think I can do it right now.”
“Your wish is my command, mon cher.” Lestat said low and intimate as he unlocked his phone with a single hand and swiped to the camera.
The first image he saw of his face made his hole clench around Lestat’s cock, he looked debauched. Lestat was right though, from the neck down it almost looked as if Louis was just innocently sitting on his lap instead of being impaled and split open.
Lestat only moved his hand to readjust his dress to then place his hand over the pre-come stains on the fabric again.
“No faces, right?” He asked close to his ear, tongue licking Louis’ shoulder.
“I can— fuck— I can crop the pictures later, wanna see…”
“Want to see what, doll? Tell me.”
Louis squirmed in shame, but finally said, “Wanna see how I look stuffed with daddy’s cock.”
“Such a dirty little thing. Want to see how your pretty brown eyes shine the brightest when I'm marking you from the inside? Molding your body with my cock so I can use you anytime I want?”
“Please…”
Louis felt the flash of a camera go off twice before Lestat dropped his phone to the floor to grab Louis' head and feed him with his tongue. He squirmed on top of him, wanting any type of friction, but Lestat stopped him.
“You know you can’t do this, princess. Good wives don't fuck themselves before their husbands have dinner.”
“But, daddy, I need you,” Louis said, sounding more desperate than he intended.
“And I need to eat the delicious food you made with your very own hands first. Then, I’m going to take you to our room, and I’m going to put a baby here,” Lestat squeezed his belly. “ Understood?”
“Please, yes, I— yes.”
“Good girl. Now feed your husband.”
With still trembling hands he grabbed a fork and picked some chicken, trying to feed Lestat, but his limbs had other ideas because before the food could reach his mouth he dropped the fork and it’s contents over Lestat’s coat.
“I’m sorry, I just made a mess,” he whispered, a little mortified. “I ruined your suit.”
“Hey, it’s okay, mon coeur, I’m gonna clean us both later. Who cares about clothes, I have other suits, and I’m gonna have to buy you so many dressed more because I’m gonna ruin this one tonight—”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” A startled Nicki said from his place at the entrance of the living room, making both Louis and Lestat frozen in place. “I thought by this time you would’ve finished eating.”
Lestat's smile was slightly strained, hard cock still very much inside of Louis. “It’s okay, Louis was just telling me about how much he cooked today, and we lost track of time for a bit.”
“Cooked?” Nicki frowned at the Panera containers, and if Louis weren’t so preoccupied at the moment would’ve scoffed at him.
Lestat nodded, rubbing tiny circles over Louis’ tummy. “Thanks for helping him.”
“I just did what you ordered me to do.”
“Good, thanks for that.”
The exchange felt like a bucket of cold water, and if it wasn’t for Lestat’s firm grip around his belly—or the fact that he was balls deep inside him—Louis was sure he’d have stomped out.
Did he just call another man ‘good’ in front of him?
Louis rolled his hips slowly, pissed and with an odd feeling growing inside his chest. Lestat grunted discretely against his ear as Nicki told him how Louis refused any other help to then finishing with:
“Of course he didn’t want help when he never intended to cook in the first place,” Nicki rolled his eyes playfully, stupidly unaware of what was going on. Probably thinking Louis was just another bimbo trying to impress Lestat and failing miserably.
And sure, he might be in fact a bimbo, but he didn’t have to impress anyone.
His response was very simple, he just laughed sugary sweet as he discreetly bounced on Lestat’s lap. That earned him a low grunt and a light pinch on his thigh, but he couldn’t care less when the only thing he wanted was to punish Lestat.
“Well, can you blame me?” Louis threw his weight back against Lestat’s chest, making the head of the man’s cock bump against his prostate, making him grip the table covering them. “After our conversation, I ended up a bit down.” His trembling voice sold the accusation even better.
The smile on Nicki’s face dropped, and if Louis were a better person, he’d feel slightly bad for that. However, he was pissed off and horny, a combination that could turn anyone into an evil spawn.
“I didn’t— it wasn’t my intention to make you feel bad.”
Lestat tensed under him while Louis only hummed, hips moving side to side, the tiniest of the fractions.
“Bad? What happened?” Lestat’s voice sounded dark and dangerous.
“Oh, nothing, Nicki wants someone who is clearly bad news for him and his innocent heart, and I got a bit sad for him.”
Louis felt all the muscles in Lestat’s body relax under him before he left a small peck on his shoulder.
“That’s unfortunate.”
Nicki blushed. “Yeah, well, the heart wants what it wants.”
In Louis’ mind, him accepting he was interested in Lestat was a clear challenge. However, to the chef's dismay, Louis didn’t have time to fight for men, no matter how delectable or addictive their cocks were. If he wanted to lay there and show his belly like a cat in heat, that was on him and if the man who was splitting him open chose to pay attention to that, well… Louis hadn't thought of that outcome yet, but he just knew he wouldn’t stay long enough to see what could happen.
“My heart wants a private jet as a wedding gift with my initials engraved on the seats.”
Lestat chuckled under him, vibrations reverberating through his body, making his toes curl. “Do you want it pink?” he asked with a low tone against his ear.
“Don’t be tacky, only the engraved letters in the seats.”
“Noted.”
Nicki cleared his throat. “I think I should go, enjoy your lovely dinner.” But just before leaving, he added, “Hey, Les, if you want something to eat later just knock on my door and I can see what can I do for you… well, for both of you,” looking at Louis as if he were an afterthought.
Lestat nodded, polite as always. “We will be fine, but thank you.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow.”
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Lestat grunted close to Louis’ ear after Nicki disappeared in the hallway.
“Am I the tease?” Louis replied, indignation clear in each word. “Your cook interrupted our dinner and decided to have a chat with you in the middle of us fucking.”
“We weren’t fucking, we were eating, and you were warming up my cock.”
Louis’ jaw twitched. “Well, not anymore.”
“Where are you going?” Lestat tried to stop him at first, but as soon as he saw Louis’ eyes he slowly let him go, hissing as he got up.
“To sleep,” Louis tried to avoid, as much as he could, looking at Lestat’s cock or the state of his dress. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“Louis… don’t be a brat.” His ex warned.
“I am a brat, if you don’t like it, you can knock on your cook’s door to see if he can warm you on my behalf. He seems pretty good at following your orders, unlike me, daddy.”
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Of all the choices he made that night, the only one Louis actually regretted was not picking his favorite nightgown from Lestat’s room. Now, he was naked in one of the guest bedrooms, moping and ready to leave Lestat and his stupidly gorgeous face and his annoyingly talented chef alone forever.
He had everything planned, the next day he was going to wake up super early to make the most complicated and perfect breakfast ever. So perfect, even Nicki would weep in his clear defeat. Louis was going to shut everyone's mouths, and then he would leave them wanting more.
“I was looking for you.” Lestat’s deep voice cut his escape plan. “What are you doing here?”
Louis buried himself deeper under the blankets. “Trying to sleep.”
“I brought your favorite nightgown, thought you’d like to sleep in it.”
Louis could feel his heart beating clearly in his throat and the tip of each one of his fingers.
He peeked out from where he was cocooned under his blanket. Lestat in fact brought his favorite nightgown. “Thank you, you can leave now.”
“I’m sorry for what happened today,” Lestat eventually said after a heartbeat of silence. “It was out of my control and I didn’t know what to do.”
Louis frowned, readjusting himself on the bed. “What are you talking about?”
“That I should’ve kicked him as soon as he entered the dining room, but I didn’t want to make it too obvious, and you began to move, and I just thought—”
“You think I’m mad because Nicki saw us?” Louis scrunched up his face and raised his eyebrows. “Lestat, I’d have let that man watch you breed me for all I care. I’m mad because you ordered him to do things and called him good, you called him good while you were balls deep in me.”
Lestat blinked as the crease between his brows deepened. “Can I sit close to you?”
“No, not close to me, but you can sit over there.” Louis pointed at the feet of the big bed, far away from him.
“Thank you, but I do wish I could hold you while I tell you this.”
For one part, Louis knew the last thing he needed was Lestat’s mouth-watering scent all over him, but for another, cuddles. “Okay, fine, you can hold me.”
Lestat sat up and walked to Louis’ side. Thankfully, when he slid in next to him, he had the decency to not pull his blankets or else Louis would have had the necessity to climb on top of him and ask his ex to fill him up. He still opened his arms for Louis and who was he to reject two perfectly good arms and a comfortable chest.
“I give Nicki instructions because he is my employee, he has a job to do. If I recall correctly, I never said he was good, I just simply said good. While you’re in this house and in my life, you’re my only anything, Louis.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Louis poked Lestat’s rib.
He grabbed his finger with his big hand. “I’m sorry that my wording upset you, mon cher.” Lestat said, kissing his temple. “Let me change your clothes.”
If anyone asked, the only reason why Louis nodded and pulled the blankets off his very naked body was because Lestat looked desperate to do it, and Louis was, after all, a very noble human.
“Baby… look at you…” Lestat whispered in awe.
Louis rubbed his belly. “I know…” he pouted.
“Why don’t I first give you a nice massage before I put your pretty clothes on?”
“Alright.” Louis smiled, biting his lips, instinctively spreading his legs for Lestat. “How did you know that’s my favorite nightgown?” He pressed, curious.
“Because,” he kneeled between Louis’ legs, hands traveling up and down his torso. “I saw you wearing it in your stories on days that seemed difficult or busy for you.”
“It is my favorite,” Louis’s breath hitched as Lestat’s mouth left a trail of kisses all over his pelvis. “You bought it for me a year ago.”
Lestat hummed, the sound reverberating against his skin, sending shivers all over his body. “You look exquisite in it. You always look exquisite in anything.”
“Thank you.” Louis breathed out, hand moving into Lestat’s hair. “Are you going to put a baby in me now or…”
Lestat froze for a fraction of a second before biting his lower tummy. “Do you want that, mon amour? Do you want me to fill your belly with my seed?”
Louis nodded frantically. “Yeah, want your babies in my belly.”
“Fuck, do you have lube with you?”
“No, but your spit will do.”
“Doll, are you sure?” Lestat grunted, pulling his cock out of his trousers, red and massive, beads of pre-come already adorning the head. “I don’t want to hurt you, you’re probably mostly dry now.”
“I am a bit dry, I’m also very open, I want it like that, just your spit and your cum. Tomorrow you have to eat me out before going to work, though, just to check your mess, daddy.”
Without any warning or finesses, Lestat grabbed one of his legs and put it over his shoulder before spitting, and Louis nearly coming like a fucking virgin as soon as he felt saliva travelling down the crack of his ass.
“This is going to sting a bit,” Lestat husked, voice gone all sex, low and hungry, sticking a thumb in his gaping hole. “I’m going to have to turn you over, sweetheart, so I can keep you all wet and messy with my spit, just the way you like it. But first,” he rasped out, mouth attaching to Louis’ nipple, licking and nibbling on his bud. “Missed your tits so much,” he mumbled while pinching his other nipple.
“You can always touch my tits, all the time, whenever you want.”
“That’s true,” he said, staring at the work he did to Louis’ now puffy and shiny nipple. “My pretty girl, always letting me touch her tits and sweet pussy whenever I want. Always ready for my touches.”
“Daddy, please…”
“I know, doll, turn around,” he ordered, harsh and desperate. “Tell me what you want, what you need,” he said, as soon as Louis did what he was told.
Louis was practically shaking, body filled with a hungry thrill at the thought of being at Lestat’s mercy. He was the only person Louis had ever given this kind of control in his life.
“I need all of you, all the time, your mouth, your hands, your come in my belly, want it to hurt a little, so I can feel you when you’re gone, I want to always feel you in me.”
“And that’s what I’m going to give you, baby,” Lestat grunted before his tongue was lapping over his hole, making Louis moan unabashedly. Thumbs stretching his already loosened hole eased the way for his tongue pushing inside him as the most filthy sounds filled the room.
Louis began to fuck himself on Lestat’s tongue, grinding his hips desperately, arching his back violently, like an animal in heat, ready to be bred. He felt a dribble of saliva drip from his crack to his tight balls.
“Daddy,” he sobbed, helplessly. “Need your cock, tummy feels empty.” Proud, he at least could say a few coherent words out loud, cock wetting the bedsheets with his pre-come.
Lestat pulled away with a sloppy kiss to his hole and a nasty bite to his right cheek before spreading both his cheeks to spit on his hole again, only this time, Lestat uses his cock to spread the wetness over his crack before sliding his thick cock inside him.
“This is what you wanted, doll? Daddy’s cock feeding your spit-wet cunt? So fucking hard and ready to give you all the babies you want?”
Louis slurred a quiet ‘yes’ he was sure Lestat didn’t listen, but there was no need. Not when he already knew what Louis wanted and was giving it to him, driving those perfect hips up with wild thrusts, tip rubbing against his prostate over and over again.
“You’re so close, sweetheart, so fucking close, I feel it in the way you’re trying to milk me. You should see yourself, how good you’re taking my cock, all of it.”
Louis could hardly breathe, he was right, his body was clenching around the cock inside him hungrily, desperately. “Daddy, please, please,” he begged.
“I know, sweetheart, we will come together, the way you like, you keep milking my cock the way you’re doing, and I’ll fill your belly up, going to give you a baby, and you will come because of it.”
Loud and unintelligible sounds escaped Louis’ lungs as he felt Lestat’s balls slap his taint with each thrust, deeper, faster. His lover's hand found his nipples again, rolling them between his fingers, other hand spread on his lower back.
Lestat was about to come, he knew it by the way his cock throbbed and twitched inside him, his movements becoming sloppier. The hand on his back moved to his hair and the one in his nipple to his cheek probably ready to pull him up, but before he could actually do it, Louis felt, thick and hot ropes of come spurting inside him, while he clenched down, triggering his own orgasm as soon as he felt Lestat’s release drip from his ass, making a complete mess of the sheets under him.
“Daddy, I’m so full,” he slurred as Lestat left sloppy slow kisses all over his neck and jaw.
“You’re all mine now, sweetheart, no other could fill you up the way I do,” Lestat purred, pushing his softening cock inside a blissed out Louis, not caring about the sticky mess under him or the fact Lestat was almost completely lax atop of him, crushing his body.
Louis liked the feeling, he felt secure under him, like a personal blanket made of muscles and a beating heart, fluttering hard against his back, all thanks to him.
“You’re going to be such a great mommy,” he whispered close to Louis’ ear as his softened cock slipped on its own from Louis' body.
Louis could only nod as he let Lestat move him to the other side of the bed to clean him up as he was showered in gentle kisses. When he finally finished and laid Louis on top of his chest--where he belonged—he whispered. “And you, the best dad.”
Lestat smiled tiredly against Louis’ forehead. “We both will be. I cannot wait for our future together.”
Or at least that was what he thought he heard before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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Louis woke up in Lestat’s room wearing an expensive looking engagement ring on his finger. It was a beautiful ring, one of the prettiest he had ever seen, a large asscher-cut diamond surrounded by a cluster of smaller ones with a micro-pavé band, it was basically Louis’ dream engagement ring.
He still pouted. “Why not a wedding ring?”
“Good morning, love.” Lestat replied, amusement filling his voice. “Because I wanted to see you wearing this one first,” he said before leaning in to kiss his mouth soft and full of tenderness. “Hey… I couldn’t tell you yesterday, but I have a work dinner today.”
“Oh…” The playful pout dropped from Louis’ face. “Are you coming home late?”
“Probably. I wanted you to come with me, I know you don’t like those kinds of parties—”
“Who told you I don’t like them? You just never wanted to take me…” Louis frowned, indignation ringing all over his accusation.
“I was dying to take you, but the first few times I took you, you got upset.”
“Yes,” Louis sat up. “Because you always left me with your annoying co-workers who loved to remind me about your past.”
“I left you with them because I assumed you’d get bored with me and the old folks—or their wives—I had to talk with while mingling.”
Louis deflated, all the fight leaving his body. “I love the wives, I always wanted to sit with them.”
“Oh, mon cher,” Lestat said, pulling him close to him. “I didn’t know… I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked you before.”
Louis snuggled close to his chest. “It’s okay, you're asking now.”
“Are you comfortable telling me what they said to you?”
Louis hid his face in the crook of Lestat’s neck and shrugged. “Nothing I didn’t know back then. That I was your newest boy toy, that you downgraded in the brain department.” He giggled, because he really didn’t care when people pinned him as dumb just because he liked pretty things. “They always made fun of what I do for a living. Thought you knew and were okay with it. I thought you even agreed.” And despite everything, that did actually hurt Louis.
“You thought I agreed? Louis I—I’d never agree with anyone who thinks like that… Your wit and mind were one of the first things that made me feel attracted to you. No one makes me laugh or keeps me on my toes the way you do. You’re brilliant.”
Louis flushed and kissed Lestat’s jaw. “I know I am. I just thought you didn’t notice. Some people might say I’m an acquired taste.”
“Some people are just tasteless.” Lestat said, leaving a tiny peck on top of Louis’ nose. “So can I take my beautiful and very smart wife to my boring work dinner?”
“I’d love to go with you.”
“Thank you, love.” And after a beat of silence, he added. “I don’t know if I ever told you this before but, I’m very proud of you, of what you are and what you have achieved.”
“Yeah?” And he knew how he sounded, hopeful, maybe a little bit in love.
“Yeah, always have been.”
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“Waking up late?” Nicki asked as he made god knows what in a pot.
“A bit,” Louis politely replied as he sat in one of the seats on the kitchen island, ready to devour his bowl filled with cereal and strawberries.
After Lestat left for work, he tried to stay the longest he could in their room to avoid Nicki, two hours to be exact. However, it seemed the chef had other plans in mind and stayed in the kitchen longer than usual, surprising Louis and his hungry stomach with his presence.
Luckily for him, Louis felt on cloud nine that morning, so he wasn’t going to let Nicki or anyone else ruin that.
The chef loudly sighed, turning off the stove. “I feel I should apologize again to you. I don’t want you to see me as an enemy, I don’t want to cut short your experience with Lestat. And you don’t have to worry about me at all, I’d never threaten what you have with him.”
Louis blinked. “Why does that sound as if you’re doing me a favor?”
“It is not like that, I’m just telling you,” Nicki shrugged, looking almost guilty and sad for Louis. “You should enjoy your time with him instead of thinking about the silly little chef making all his food. No matter if I stay by his side long after you end things, you have him and that’s what matters.”
An unflattering snort escaped from Louis' throat. “That’s so condescendingly nice, thank you, Nicki. I’ll enjoy my time with him but let's make one thing clear, the last thing on my mind is—like you said— a silly little chef who makes food for a man who prefers to eat Panera instead of what he had to cook for him…”
“This is what I always try to avoid with his flings, and you’re just proving my point.” Nicki shook his head, letting out a rueful laugh, as if he couldn’t believe Louis' audacity. “I am not your enemy, I understand you want to have your moment with him, and I’ll give you that. You warned me about him, but I know him, probably more than you or any of the people he brought here to fuck for a few days and never speak about ever again. I know he has commitment issues and that he was hurt by someone he was in love with some time ago. I know all of it. If you want to be mad at someone over the fact that I’m the only person he has allowed to stay in his house for more than a few weeks, be mad at him, not me. Blame him for choosing me over you.”
“Very nice speech. Love the romance novel you made up in your head, but I’m not the villain of your story. Although, I’d love to have the time to do it because it sounds really fun, but alas, I have other stuff to do. I can help a bit with my villain arc though... let’s see…” Louis hummed as he ate his cereal. “Oh I know!” He perked up. “I can tell you that I’m actually the person Lestat was in love with and the one who gave him ‘commitment’ issues.” he covered his mouth as he let out a fake gasp—and if he did it with his left hand that was between him and god. “Plot twis,” he deadpanned.
As he munched bits of strawberries, Louis saw the exact moment when realization hit Nicki. The horror, the pain, the dramatics, all of it. Granted, he could’ve been so much gentler on the delivery, more mature, however, he was a people pleaser and the chef was asking for a villain. Who was he to deny him that?
“Guess this is a bad time to ask you to chop a few veggies for my lunch, huh?”
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Throughout his life, Louis has had some – not so bright moments. From the time he rejected a brand deal with Teen Vogue, because he was sure the message came from a fake account, to the time he sent Claudia one of his nudes that was meant for Lestat on accident. What he did with Nicki, he could bravely admit, was one of them. He wasn’t proud at all, but he was too stressed by Lestat’s work dinner to sit there and be scolded by some random dude who thought he knew the man Louis used to love and cherish for years better than him.
He totally was going to apologize later, maybe even give him a Chanel pr package but for now, he had to focus on not losing it in front of Lestat’s co-workers – to make his man proud.
“You look stunning, baby.” Lestat purred against his ear, hand firmly placed on his lower back.
“Thank you, you don’t look so bad either,” he said, smoothing Lestat’s suit.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up, I had to go to pick this up.”
Louis couldn’t deny he felt a bit disappointed when Lestat called him that afternoon to tell him they were going to have to meet at the party, but as soon he saw what the man pulled from his pocket, any trace of sadness evaporated from his body.
“‘LL’” He whispered, looking in awe at the rose-gold necklace. “Are you branding me, sir?”
Lestat smirked. “Maybe.”
“That’s so tacky. I love it.” Louis went on his tiptoes to kiss Lestat’s cheek. “Thank you.” he whispered with a big smile on his lips.
“Let me…” Lestat said as he unfastened the necklace pin, putting it on around Louis’ neck. “I won’t be going to be able to stop looking at you, fuck.”
Louis felt his cheeks heat up. “Are you regretting putting your initials on me?”
“Never. You’re a fucking vision.”
“Lestat!” A very elegant lady walked towards them, champagne flute in one hand and a cigarette in the other. “I see you finally brought Louis?”
“Leonora, taking a break so early?” Lestat arched a brow, looking at her cigarette, as she waved off her hand in a dismissive gesture. “And yes, he’s finally here.”
“Hello ma’am, pleasure to meet you.”
“You’re even more beautiful than Lestat described you,” leaning in, she whispered, “and that says a lot.”
“You’re also extremely gorgeous. I love your dress, is it a Margiela?”
“It is!” Leonora exclaimed, delighted. “You have such a great eye.” She took a long drag from her cigarette. “Why don’t you come sit with me and the other girls after your fiancé finishes showing you off? I’ll be outside just for a few minutes more.”
Louis knew his eyes were probably sparkling with happiness. “Of course, I’d love that!”
“I’ll save you a seat next to me. Pleasure to see you both,” she smiled at them. “Oh and Lestat, when you see Glenn, tell him to stop drinking that cheap cognac they’re serving or else will have an awful headache tomorrow.”
“I’ll tell him. Have a good night,” Lestat waved at her as she walked away from them. “Hey, it’s okay if you don't want to go. I know she is older, but she is actually really nice.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m finally considered one of the wives! I love it!”
Louis was sure Lestat’s smile could light an entire city. “I’m glad that makes you happy, mon cœur.”
“She thought I was your fiancé, though,” Louis pouted, admiring the big rock adorning his ring finger. “Told you it was more of an engagement ring than a wedding one.”
“And I told you I wanted to see how pretty you’d look with an engagement ring first.”
“I look the prettiest, don’t I?”
“You do, my love. Now come say hi to some ugly men with me.”
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Louis was seated at a table full of women very far away from Lestat’s annoying co-workers, and he was having the time of his life.
“I’m so glad you joined us, and I hope you don’t find us too boring.” One of the women held his hand. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen in his life.
“Oh please, Maureen, don’t tell me what happened with Erin gave you a complex?” Leonora snorted from her seat.
“It’s not a complex,” Maureen sniffed. “I just want Louis to feel comfortable with us.”
“Who is Erin?” Louis asked, curiosity bigger than his manners.
“Erin is Esteban Salazar’s wife,” Matilda said, she was taller than life, with big brown eyes, bushy brows, perpetual rosy cheeks and the warmest smile. “She’s a surgeon, she tried to fit in, she did try, poor thing.”
“Tried?” Maureen replied. “With those snarky comments and looks, I doubt she ever tried.” she sniffed. “She probably thought we were just a bunch of trophy wives with no thought in our minds.”
And wasn’t that familiar? No wonder he felt so at ease with them. He could understand what it was like to be judged with just a glance. To not be considered an actual entity, but a mere plus one of whomever you’re going out with. A pretty and very expensive accessory they bought to look the best at dinner galas like this one.
However, Louis was okay with all of it, he even got off a little with it because he was sure of his intelligence and worth and no matter what random people thought about him, it would never change what he really was. He only hoped they also knew that too about themselves.
“Please,” Eleonora said with a soft smile. “Don’t flatter yourself, to be a trophy wife you have to be young, my dear.”
“Oh shush, you…” Maureen slapped her lightly on the arm. “You know what I meant.”
“I know, dear, but we cannot blame Erin for not liking us.”
“Yes, not everyone can get our charm.” Matilda added.
“I get it.”
“Thank god, we needed new blood over here.”
“Leonora,” Matilda frowned, pursing his lips. “You make us sound like a coven.”
“Well, we certainly act like one.” Maureen said under her breath.
“You’re going to scare him!” Matilda’s frown deepened.
“I love covens,” Louis admitted, entertained. “Always wanted to be part of one, they seem to have great fashion sense.”
Maureen laughed. “Oh, I love you already!”
“We are going to have brunch at Matilda’s house in a week, you’re more than welcome to come.” Leonora said cautiously, as if she were afraid to spook Louis.
Louis almost wanted to laugh at the stark contrast between them and how Lestat’s co-workers treated him. How many polite conversations turned into disdainful remarks and patronizing words as soon as Louis tried to give his opinion, and how fast they switched as Lestat re-appeared on the table.
“Really?” he said, trying to contain how excited he actually felt. “I’d love to go.”
“Wonderful,” Leonora replied with a warm smile. “Now, do tell us, how did you both meet?”
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“Did you have fun, sweetheart?”
They were in the back of Lestat’s limousine later that night, feeding each other grapes and some other fruits as Lestat caressed his thigh slowly.
“Lots,” He said, licking the strawberry juice dripping from Lestat’s hand as he fed him. “The girls invited me to a brunch at Matilda’s house. That’s Mr. Montgomery’s wife.”
Lestat hummed. “Do you plan to go?”
“Yes, is that okay? I don’t want to step over, these are the wives of the people you work with.”
“Lovely,” Lestat grabbed his chin. “You can go out with whomever you want as long as you’re happy and always come home to give me some cuddles.”
“I’ll come home and I’ll give you all my hugs and cuddles,” said Louis before pressing his lips on Lestat’s warm and slick mouth. The kiss was slow and sloppy as Lestat groped every inch of his body. “Want to put a baby in me right now?”
Lestat grunted, squeezing his ass, hard, tongue leaving behind a wet trail of heat all over his jaw. “I always want to knock you up”
“Good, cause I’m ready for your fat cock, daddy.”
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The day of his brunch date with the girls arrived and Louis’ body was beyond sore, because Lestat didn’t let him sleep, even after he came inside him twice the previous night. They talked and laughed and spent hours planning silly future projects. It was astonishing how much Lestat changed while still being the man Louis fell in love with a year ago. He sounded more relaxed, grounded and so incredibly hopeful, so much, Louis couldn’t help but feel as hopeful as he was.
Most importantly, they both were talking. Usually, when they were together, Lestat just let Louis do all the talking, while he just simply smiled and nodded, and Louis loved that about him, loved that he let him talk and genuinely seemed interested in everything he had to say. He loved it until he didn’t, he loved it until he began to wonder if he actually was listening or caring, or was just simply pretending to do it. Lestat knew almost everything about him, but Louis had to fish for information about his boyfriend. He still never pushed him to do it, scared he might misinterpret his want to know a bit more about him and what was on his mind with neediness.
Louis kept it cool until he couldn’t anymore. Lestat didn’t speak, but neither did he, not when it really mattered. At that time, it felt easier to give up on the person he once swore was the man of his dreams than to open up to him, to strip from his cool boyfriend persona to show him what he needed from him.
Call it maturing or expensive therapy, but Lestat was actually trying to express himself more and better for both of them. And surprisingly, Louis found out he loved hearing Lestat talk as much as he loved to hear his very own voice. He loved how Lestat blushed every time he noticed he was rambling, or when he said “I’m probably boring you with all this…” making Louis’ bones melt with tenderness and love. Louis' duty was filling his face with soft little pecks and repeating to him that he’d never bore him, that even though he might not understand some parts of his job, he loved to hear the excitement in his voice, to know he actually was passionate about what he did.
Louis still struggled in his own communications skills—again, in the aspects that really mattered. For example, he still wasn’t telling Lestat what an absolute bitch Nicki was being to him, or that he was about two seconds from kicking his flat ass out of the house, but at least he finally could tell him that he was in fact still very much in love with him when he left so, small wins and all that.
So it was only understandable, that after a very eventful week, Louis was at two seconds from crumbling from exhaustion. Yet, he still had a mission to accomplish; to charm his future best friends.
“Welcome, welcome!” Maureen greeted him at the door. “Come inside,” she said, swerving two bunnies hopping close to her feet. “Don’t mind the odd-looking pets, Matilda likes to rescue wounded animals.”
Louis looked around to find several animals from varying species, three-legged dogs, tailless cats, what seemed a blind pig, all looking happy and healthy.
“Don’t call them odd-looking,” Matilda showed up with a charcuterie board. “Just because they aren’t conventional looking doesn’t mean they are odd.”
“Mati, god knows I love you, but some of them are—”
“If you end that sentence, I swear to god I’ll not give you any berries.” Matilda narrowed her eyes before turning to Louis. “Come, come, Leonora is waiting on the patio.”
“What are you going to do with them?” Maureen pressed as he walked behind them. “You don’t even like berries!”
“I’ll give them to Archibald.”
“Don’t you dare to give my berries to your pig.”
“My berries and I will if you keep with your nastiness about my babies.”
Despite the grandiosity of the mansion—and all the different animals lying around—every space looked cozy and well lived. Same thing with her enormous garden, that reminded him more of a farm than anything else.
“You have a lot of pets.” Louis mumbled as he saw all the other animals running around in her garden.
“Oh yes. We never really wanted kids, but I always had a lot of love to give. So one day, fifteen years ago, I meant to adopt just a puppy, and somehow it became this.”
“Is your husband okay with it?”
Matilda smiled softly. “My husband loves me more than anything in this world, he is happy if I’m happy. Besides, he also has a soft spot for animals.”
“That’s so lovely.”
“What’s lovely?” Leonora said, sitting inside a beautiful gazebo covered with wisteria.
“Arnold spoiling Matilda rotten.”
Leonora snorted before sipping her mimosa. “As if your husband doesn’t do the same. Hello, Louis, dear, you look stunning today.”
“Thank you, you too! All of you look gorgeous.”
“Come sit, sit.” She patted the chair next to hers. “You must taste Maureen’s compote.”
“And Leonora’s pastries.” Maureen added, close to him.
Everything looked delicious and well thought out, like the fairy tale tea parties he used to imagine when he was a kid. Obviously the cheesy tots his mom defrosted for him and his royal guests—Clemen, his stuffed mouse. Coco, the crocodile and Pio, the chicken—didn’t stand a chance against the fancy food displayed in front of him, but the spirit and most importantly the vibe, was definitely there.
“So you all cook?” Louis asked after he sat down.
“Oh god, no.” Maureen almost choked with a toast. “My personal chef made those.” She pointed to the compote.
“I bought these.” Leonora shrugged.
Matilda giggled, grabbing a pastry from the plate. “I do know how to cook, but nothing too fancy.”
“I want to learn, but Lestat has a chef, and he won’t let me do much.” Louis mumbled absently as he buttered his croissant.
Leonora arched a brow. “The chef or Lestat?”
“Both I guess…”
“Well,” she said as she put down her sparkly drink on the table. “You have to tell him that’s also your house now and that if you want to learn how to cook, he needs to let you do whatever you want.”
“Mhm, put your foot down if necessary,” Matilda added, “you’re going to marry him, and hopefully you will share an entire life together. You both need to be comfortable in the place you live.”
“When are you marrying?” Maureen interrupted Matilda excitedly.
“Maureen, you sound like your mother-in-law…” Leonora rolled her eyes.
“That’s your mother.”
“Still not flattering, dear.”
“Autumn,” Louis blurted out because he hated himself and loved to make his life even more difficult. “We are going to marry next autumn.”
“An autumn wedding,” Maureen sighed. “You’re so clever. Mine was a spring one, I sweated and cried for the majority of it.”
“You were marrying my brother who was already balding in his twenties, no one was judging you.”
As Maureen and Leonora kept with their lighthearted bickering, a small puppy came close to him. A lovely mixed dog with black fur and one single beautiful brown eye.
“Hello baby, who are you?” Louis moved to scratch his ear, however before he could actually touch it, the puppy began to whimper.
“That’d be Vincent. You have to forgive him, he's struggling quite a lot to fit in here with the other pets.”
“Oh…” Louis frowned. “Why?”
“He has suffered a lot by the hands of many, he is scared and very tired. I’m afraid this won't be his forever home, as much as I’d love him or want him to stay.” Matilda genuinely sounded broken-hearted, making Louis’ own heart constrict by his new friend’s pain and that lovely puppy’s faith.
“What’s going to happen to him?”
“Don’t you worry, I’m going to find him a lovely family where they can assure me he will be the only pup for a while, and will be treated like he deserves.”
“Hope he finds that soon.” Louis let the puppy smell his hand until he began to nuzzle it with his little nose. It was there when he dared to softly scratch his ear again, he was thanked for his patience with a head tilt and a happy tail.
Matilda’s face fell in sympathy. “I have a feeling I’ll find someone perfect for him very soon.”
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After his brunch extended for a few more hours, Lestat picked him up after he got out of work.
“Hi, baby, do you want to go somewhere?” Lestat placed his hand on top of Louis’ leg as he began to drive.
“I told the girls we were planning an autumn wedding, so we are going to have to marry by October next year.” Louis blurted out. “If you ask me why I said that, I’m just gonna say this is yours and your silly engagement ring's fault.”
Lestat hummed, a tiny smirk adorning his handsome face. “I can definitely make some arrangements by next year.”
“Good.” Louis nodded, looking at the sky, then at Lestat. “They also told me you need to let me do stuff around the house because it’s also my home.”
“Your home…” Lestat smirk broadened, turning into a full grin, hand squeezing his thigh. “I guess they’re right, it is your home.” When the car stopped at the next red light, he looked at Louis. “I’m sorry I made you feel like it wasn’t, I just wanted to feel comfortable, but if you want to clean or cut our vegetables, you can do it. You can do whatever you want.”
“I know. You’re the best husband ever.” After a few seconds, Louis added, “But I’ll never clean anything, ever.”
Lestat laughed, throaty and carefree, and the butterflies growing in Louis' stomach moved to his chest, making a mess all over his rib cage and heart. “I’m glad you had fun today, and you liked the girls.”
“They’re really amazing, and so funny!” Louis gasped, almost melting on his seat just remembering Vincent. “Oh, Lestat, I have to tell you everything about Vincent!”
Lestat frowned. “Vincent?”
“The cutest puppy ever!”
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It has been a few weeks since he began his arrangement with Lestat and the first time he uploaded that infamous picture sitting on Lestat’s cock. The audience was loving him—or the parts of him Louis was showing. From thirst comments about his hands and body to heartfelt ones about how happy they were that Louis finally found his person.
A huge bonus was that it turned out Lestat loved to take pictures of him, so if Louis wanted to post something more candid, he just used any of the pictures Lestat took and posted them on his feed and he received his well-earned credit in his mentions, or well… his anonymous boyfriend did. It was a win-win for everyone.
“So, who’s the cutie who came to do nothing and then left?” Claudia mumbled, left cheek flushed against the kitchen counter.
Louis couldn’t blame her, as she just spent an entire afternoon filming Louis making oatmeal cookies and somehow trying to make it look effortless and like he wasn’t making an actual mess in the kitchen.
“That’d be Nicki.”
If he had to be fair with the guy, it wasn’t as if he could cook while Louis was starting WW3 on the kitchen counter or as if Louis would ever want his help. Not even taking in mind that after their last conversation a few weeks ago, the chef began to avoid him like the plague.
Claudia snapped her head. “Nicki…” She said with an odd tone, because, of course, Louis had to tell her about the guy.
“Yup, Lestat’s personal chef,” Louis said as he clumsily washed a huge mixer bowl.
“The one you told me added all the trinkets and cozy stuff to the house?”
Louis closed his eyes. “Mhm.”
“And the one Lestat bought those expensive kitchen things for?”
“That one…”
“And the one that has a crush on Lestat…” Louis heard Claudia slam her hand on the counter. “Oh my god, Louis, what the hell are you doing here?”
Louis sighed. “I’m making oatmeal cookies.”
“These people are clearly in some odd mating ritual, and you are here playing house?”
Louis grabbed a hand towel and dried his hands. There were still a few more things to wash, but he was sure if he kept his back facing Claudia, there was a small possibility of her smashing her head against the counter in pure frustration. “You make me sound insane.”
All in all, he did understand his friend, and if she was in the exact same situation as he was, Louis probably would react in the same way or even worse. But Claudia didn’t know a lot of things Louis did, he didn’t know how soft Lestat’s eyes turned every time he came home from work and saw Louis doing whatever in his house or how lovely his smile was when Louis told him he was making a blanket. She didn’t know about the long conversations and the laughter, the happiness Lestat brought to his life again.
Maybe it was time Louis started talking about what mattered too, not only with Lestat but with his best friend.
“You think? Perhaps it’s because you are!” She threw her hands. “This is insane! Don’t you see he is using you to get a reaction from ratatouille over there?” She pointed to the hallway.
“That’s a dish—”
“We need to get out of here,” she stood up, fixing her curls. “I won’t let that weirdo use you.”
Louis bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile. “It’s kinda late, I’m beyond used.”
Claudia closed his eyes, probably rethinking all the life choices she had to make to get to this very moment. “You’re so nasty, but we need to go.”
As if it was a miracle, Louis was saved by the bell–quite literally–as his phone alarm went off. “My cookies are ready!” He said grabbing the lilac mittens Lestat gifted him a week ago when Louis told him he was going to start baking but had nothing pretty to put on his hands.
“Louis…”
“Oh…” Louis' smile dropped. “They look so ugly.”
Claudia looked at the cookies . “Shit… they do…” She whispered. “Wait, hold on!” She said hurriedly as she began to search for something in her big purse, “I bought some from a store, we can use that for the final results.”
“God, it smells delicious in here,” Lestat’s voice could be heard from afar.
And okay, Louis didn’t expect him that early or him meeting with Claudia, but he could handle them together, even when his friend looked ready to smack the cookie tray in his boyfriend’s face just hearing his voice.
“I’m making oatmeal cookies for my reels, Claudia is helping me.”
There was a slightly off silence that made Claudia make an accusatory face.
“You can come taste it if you want?” Louis tried, eyes never leaving Claudia’s murderous ones.
“Yeah, uh… let me… change first.” Lestat’s voice sounded unsure and a bit nervous. A mix Louis never had heard in him before.
“Oh… okay.”
“Did you hear the shock in his voice?” she pointed at where Lestat’s voice was coming from. “He was probably thinking his little chef made something for him. God, he’s disgusting,” s he slammed her hand against the counter again. Louis made a mental note of checking her hand later and giving her a cream for any kind of soreness– he had a lot of those. “But I won’t let you stay here, it doesn’t matter how good the—”
“I’m here…” Lestat entered the kitchen with an easy smile, as confident as always. “Let’s see those cookies.” Then noticing Claudia, he nodded once, “Claudia.”
“Spawn of Satan.”
“You didn’t change,” Louis frowned.
“Ah yes, I…” Lestat scratched his jaw. “Nicki needed to give me his list for next week's groceries.”
Claudia snorted, sardonically. “Thought at this point you would’ve lent him your credit card.”
Lestat made a face. “Why would I give an employee my credit card? Also, Louis likes to go shopping with me,” all traces of sourness left his face, leaving a soft smile that made Louis’ heart melt. “It relaxes him.”
“That’s true.” Louis replied dumbly before grabbing a small bowl full of melted chocolate. “I made this for the topping, it’s chocolate with coconut oil.” He bit his lips. “The cookies are ugly.”
“Here are the other ones.” Claudia placed the oatmeal cookies she bought.
Lestat frowned. “Why are you going to change them? They look cute to me.”
“I don’t know,” Louis said with hot cheeks. “Are they cute?”
“They really aren’t,” Claudia mumbled.
Lestat curled his top lip at her, which in turn earned him a middle finger.
Lestat politely ignored her and walked close to Louis. “You still could say you tried your best. Just your effort is making them look very cute, just like you,” he softly kissed his cheek. “If you want, you can record us tasting them.”
Louis preened. “Us as in you and me?”
“Yeah,” Lestat smiled. “I’m sure people would love to see you taste the final result, I’d be an annoying plus.”
Louis threw his arms around Lestat. “I’d love that!”
“Louis…”
Lestat’s grip was tight around his waist, refusing to let him go. “Claudia,” he said calmly, but with an edge in his tone. “You know his audience will love it, they love us together. You’re going to have to deal with it.”
Louis twisted his head and tried to give Claudia his best puppy eyes.
She rolled hers. “Okay, fine , but don’t show your nasty face,” Louis’ friend warned Lestat.
“Alright.” Lestat said, finally unwrapping his arms around Louis.
They set up everything in less than ten minutes, as Lestat cleaned, Louis retouched his light makeup.
“Are you both ready?” Claudia asked, holding the camera, both Lestat and Louis nodded. “Okay then, three, two…”
“Hi again, we are back with the final results. As you can see, I did my best to make them look slightly decent, but I’m definitely no chef,” Louis chuckled as he let Claudia film the cookies, giving her time to do some close-ups. “And now, for the part you are all waiting for, my boyfriend is here to do the final test!”
Lestat waved his hand at the camera. “I’m sure they taste delicious.”
Louis giggled, feeling giddy with happiness. “Yeah, well, the only way we can be sure about that is if we taste them.”
Lestat nodded, a big smile plastered on his face, and for a moment Louis wished they weren’t hiding his face because it was the type of smile that needed to be shared with the world. “I want this one.”
“That one looks a bit burnt.”
“Those are the ones that taste the best.”
Louis scrunched his nose. “If you say so…” he mumbled as he grabbed the burnt cookie. “Here's yours and here’s mine.”
“Cute… like you,” Lestat said softly, eyes speaking louder than ten thousand words.
“Stop…” Louis buried his face against Lestat’s shoulder. Claudia cleared his throat. “Okay, okay!” Louis took a step back. “Let’s try these cookies!” He said at the camera
“Fuck, this is good,” Lestat grunted, before freezing. “Shit, can I curse? Sorry.”
Louis would laugh, but at the moment, he was too focused on how he baked a cookie that actually tasted good.
“Oh wow…” He whispered, covering his mouth.
Lestat chuckled. “I told you, fuck, I’m gonna eat all of them.”
Louis gasped, grabbing Lestat’s arm. “And it’s super healthy! Oh god, I cannot believe I did this!” When he turned to look at the camera, he saw his friend fondly smiling from ear to ear. “You have to taste this, C!” He handed a cookie to Claudia.
“I will as soon as we finish this.”
“Oh yes, the video!” He cleared his throat. “So I guess this wasn’t a big failure like I thought it was at the beginning. If I can get good results, I’m sure you will too! I hope you enjoyed this, I’m trying to find new ways to be close to you and I really, really liked this one. See you next time? Bye!”
“And we are done!” Claudia cheered.
“You did so good, mon cœur.” Lestat rasped out, pulling him into his arms, voice thick with pride and something else Louis couldn’t actually pinpoint. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah?” Louis asked shyly against his neck.
Lestat took a small step back, hands now delicately cupping his face. “I’m sure everyone will love it.”
“Thanks for helping me.”
“Anything you want, baby,” Lestat gave him a crooked smile before kissing his forehead. “I can buy you better lights if you need them, an actual camera and a tripod.”
“An oven?”
Lestat laughed, throaty and glorious. Louis wanted it to last forever. “The best one on the market.”
“Thank you.” Louis said again, quietly, not for what he just offered him, but for making him feel like the most special person in the world, with actions and words. He suspected Lestat knew because his already tender smile softened a little more. “There’s nothing to eat because I didn’t give Nicki space to cook today. Sorry about that.”
Lestat’s eyebrows twitched, amused. “It’s fine, we can order some food.”
“I’d love that.”
“Okay, I think it’s time for me to leave.” Claudia said, mouth full of cookies.
“Oh right! Your date.”
She made a face. “If you call my booty call ‘date’ again, I’m going to lose it. I’ll edit this tomorrow and will send the final product by the afternoon.”
“Perfect! Thanks, C!”
“Guess I see the appeal of your arrangement.” Claudia said close to Louis’ ear after she picked up all her stuff. She glanced at an oblivious Lestat, still eating cookies. “Just a little. You still need to be careful, all right?” She hugged him. “If he makes you happy, I’m happy.” His friend whispered before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Spawn of Satan,” she said to Lestat. “I’ll be keeping tabs on you.”
Lestat smiled at her, genuine and understanding, before giving her another curt nod.
After she said goodbye, Louis went to hug Lestat again because, apparently, his silly body couldn’t get enough of him.
“Can I get these for Christmas?”
Louis looked up at him, taking his time to admire the man holding him, harsh features mixed with soft eyes. He titled his head up and pressed his lips, softly, against Lestat’s. He tasted like chocolate and cinnamon, sweet and like Louis’ home.
“I can bake more whenever you want.”
Lestat shook his head. “I’d want them every day.”
Louis preened at the idea of Lestat liking something he made so much he would want it every day. “I can try new recipes,” he replied, giddy. “You can even send me things you want to try.”
Lestat blinked once, twice before he was grabbing Louis to kiss him again, feasting with his lips, only this time his tongue slid between Louis’ mouth, making him whimper and push himself against his broad chest.
“I’m definitely buying you a bigger oven,” Lestat’s words sounded like a prayer. “And all the utensils you need.”
Louis smiled against his lips. “You don’t really have to.”
“I know. I want to.” Lestat leaned in to kiss him again, this time slower, but no less hungry. “Talking about that,” he said eventually. “I need to show you something.”
Lestat guided him to their room, big, warm hand never leaving the small of his back, and Louis didn’t know what else Lestat could give him that could make him happier than he already felt in that moment.
There was already a big smile on Louis’ face before he even opened the door. He loved surprises, especially Lestat’s, and he knew, no matter what was behind it, he would love it. However, he certainly wasn’t prepared for the tiny pup jumping around their bed and wiggling his little tail as soon as he saw Louis walk inside the room.
“Vincent?…” Louis whispered, heart hammering in his throat. “Vincent!” He slowly walked to the bed, careful to not scare the happy puppy. “Oh my god,” he sat on the bed, tears welling in his eyes as the puppy jumped on his lap and began to lick his face. “Hi baby, hi! What are you doing here?”
“After you gushed about him all afternoon, I knew he wouldn’t have a better family than ours.”
“Is he ours? For real?” Louis wiped his tears with the back of his hand as he kept petting Vincent, the wobbly smile on his face never leaving, even if it made him look a bit silly. He couldn’t care less when his heart felt the size of the world, full of love.
There were tears in Lestat’s eyes too, and his smile looked as silly as Louis. And Louis was in love, so deeply in love with the man in front of him it almost hurt.
“Yes, baby, he is ours.”
“Thank you so, so much.”
“Anything for you, my love.” His voice almost broke as he ran his fingers through Louis’ hair.
“Come, sit with us,” he patted the bed.
In no time, Lestat was sitting on the bed and pulling Louis on his lap, warm lips touching the sensitive skin of his neck before giving him a tender kiss on his mouth.
“Let’s take a picture,” Louis murmured in his lips.
Lestat nodded easily. “Do you want me to take it?”
“Yes, please.”
They not only take one picture but several different ones, a few with the three of them together and a lot more with just Vincent. Louis picked the best ones and posted them on his Instagram, he captioned them with “Happy Family.” Lestat’s face, full on display.
Lestat liked the post as soon as it went up.
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Another week passed before Louis was finally ready to have the talk with Lestat. He practiced with Claudia a few days before, but between her fake deep voice and the time she replied to his love declaration with ‘I love you too, as much as I love to eat human hearts for dinner.’ no one could say it was helpful at all. But he figured no practice could prepare him for the real deal, that was why he decided there was no better moment to have it after Lestat found him teaching Vincent how to dance with two feet when he came back from work.
“I would ask you what you are doing if I didn’t enjoy the view so much.” Lestat said with a crooked smile as he leaned against the door’s frame.
Louis kept twirling and swaying his hips to the rhythm of the music, hand holding Vincent’s treat. “I’m training Vinny.” He stuck out his tongue at Lestat.
“Baby,” Lestat walked towards him, amusement clear in his tone. “You’re dancing around the room while he sits and waits for you to give him a treat just for breathing.”
Louis pouted but let Lestat wrap his strong arms around his waist before pulling him closer to his chest, loving the easiness of how their bodies fit into each other, the warmth growing inside his belly as soon as he felt Lestat’s smile on his neck.
“Lestat…”
“Yeah?” He murmured in his ear, nipping lightly at his earlobe. “You look delicious today.” Hungry, primal, and loving, all at once.
“Thank you, I know. We have a situation.”
Lestat took a small step back, still not letting him go. “What’s wrong?” He knew Louis, knew he was okay, happy. Still his brows came together in a small frown. “Are you okay?”
“Physically, yes… mentally and emotionally, well, that’s another story.”
“What happened? Can I help?”
“You could... I’m pretty sure—no I’m completely sure that I’m in love with you.”
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “Well, that’s pretty good, considering we are going to get married next year, and you’re wearing my grandmother’s engagement ring.”
Louis blinked, mouth opening and closing, then, “Huh…” he nodded, frowning. “You’re probably right.”
A bright smile bloomed on Lestat’s face, Louis’ favorite kind. He preened and mentally patted himself on the back for saying whatever had made his fiancé smile like that. “I’m also very much in love with you, by the way.” He said quietly, his lips inches away from his. “Never stopped. I always knew I was going to marry you.”
Wanting the smile to last a little longer, Louis replied, “I guess I never stopped either. How convenient for both of us to be in love with the person we are going to marry.” He kissed him, cupping his face with both hands, tender and slow, trying to show him just how much he actually loved him. However, after a few minutes, something began to nag him in the back of his head. “We have another situation, though.” he whispered into Lestat’s lips.
“I’m all ears, doll.”
Louis took a deep breath. “You’re going to have to find a new chef.” he said at once
“Alright,” he agreed with the same easiness as he did to almost every Louis’ wish. “I can ask my assistant for some recommendations and give them to you. But… Can you give me a bit of context here?”
“I guess I can.” Louis sniffed. “He has a thing for you, but that’s not the issue. The issue is that I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m a dumb gold digger and loves to treat me as such.”
Shock mixed with a little of horror tinted Lestat’s features. “Why didn't you tell me this before?” He sounded almost wounded.
“That he has a thing for you?”
“No, that he was mistreating you. I’d have fired him before.”
“Would you?” Louis asked cautiously. “Because he told me about you letting him redecorate the house and then the pots… they’re such nice pots, the prettiest pots in the world.”
“Baby,” Lestat said at long last, hand tightening on the back of Louis’ shirt… “I saw you talking about them in your stories, I just asked him about the name of the brand because you didn’t show. I bought you the ones the lady told me were the best from the line. The house was decorated for you, because I remember you didn’t like it the way it was, I wanted you to see some changes.”
“Okay… that kinda makes sense, but what about the part where you pretty womaned him? Because, he also told me about how you hired him.” And okay, some people might say Louis was a snitch, but he needed to know the truth. He didn’t like to compete with anyone, even less for love, and if he didn’t ask, he would always have that tiny doubt inside his heart. He was done not talking about the things that really mattered. “I can’t even blame him for having feelings for you after you fucked him,” he mumbled, this time more for himself than for Lestat. “I mean, I wouldn’t let that cock go so easily.”
“He—” Lestat closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as if he was trying to control himself, but the twitch in his jaw and his flared nostrils revealed how pissed he actually was. “There was no fucking,” he said low and deep. “We barely hooked up, we were at a club, he kinda looked like you from afar, same hair, same height. I guessed I could fuck him from behind—I know, I’m an awful pig. I still asked if he wanted to come home, he said yes, and when we got here—”
Louis made a face. “I think I don’t need the details.”
“I know you, sweetheart, I think you do.” Lestat paused, took another breath, and then continued. “And when we got here, I grabbed his ass—”
Louis grunted and dropped his forehead on top of Lestat’s shoulder.
“I got fucking crushed because he definitely wasn’t you, and as soon I came into my senses, I told him we should stop. He asked me if he could stay the night because he didn’t want to take an Uber so late, so I let him sleep on the couch. Next morning he was making breakfast and began to tell me his life story and I felt like a jerk cause apparently he was broke? So I offered him a job.”
“God,” Louis whispered after a heartbeat of silence. “You’re lucky we are going to get married, you’re a mess.”
Lestat’s body visibly relaxed as a soft smile grew in his face, eyes twinkling with joy. “But I’m your mess.”
“That didn’t sound as romantic as you thought.” Louis giggled, still charmed by Lestat’s words.
“I regretted that as soon as it left my mouth.” Lestat chuckled and scrunched his nose. Then, he sighed, a quiet thing loaded with many feelings. “I’m not going to pretend I haven't slept with other people and baby I know you have slept around too, but to me, since you came into my life, there has been no one but you. Not really, not ever. I looked for glimpses of you in other people, but I was still yours, all of me. The day you walked away from my life, you took my heart with you. You were and are my heart.”
“Then why didn’t you come find me to take it back? Take me back?” Louis asked more out of curiosity than hurt.
“I didn’t think I deserved you. You were right, I was neglecting our relationship, prioritizing my work over you, you deserve someone that could give you everything you needed. So I let you go, because you deserved to find that, but I also worked on myself in hopes that one day I’d be half of the man you deserved. For almost a year, I was just glad you let me stay close to you, at least via social media, I drank in your posts and stories as if they were water and I was in a dessert. And every time you saw my stories, god… I made them just for you, all of them, you are literally the only one in ‘my closest friends’ list.”
“I watched them until I fell asleep, I missed you so much.” Louis said, quiet and vulnerable, because if Lestat was opening his heart for him, he wasn’t going to leave him all alone.
“I’m so sorry, baby. But I promise you I’m never going to stop trying to be the man you deserve. I understand now, no contract would ever compare to how I feel when I’m with you, the fucking rush I feel when I see you smile or waking up beside you. You are my priority, always will be.”
Lestat pressed his forehead to his, and Louis was grinning so hard that his cheeks hurt. “I’d climb you like a tree, but I don’t want to scare Vincent.”
“Can you give me a kiss?”
Louis let out a soft hum as he pretends to think it over. “What do you think, Vinny?” He turned to ask Vincent who was chewing his new toy. “Can daddy give mommy a tiny kiss—”
Lestat’s mouth was on him, hungry and demanding, tongue sliding into Louis’ mouth as he pulled his body close to him. He could feel Lestat’s already hard cock against his belly, sending fire through his entire body. Most importantly, Louis could feel his love and devotion seeping in each caress and every flicker of his tongue.
They didn’t have to say much after that, Lestat was his, and he was Lestat’s. And in exactly a year and two weeks from that day, they were going to have an autumn wedding where Louis’ four best friends were his bridesmaids and Vincent was his flower boy—despite only carrying an empty basket after chewing almost all of the petals inside of it. Louis would love to say that by that time Vincent learned how to dance and had an honorific dance with his baby boy but truth to be told he was too spoiled to learn any of that but he still got to dance with his mommy while Louis carried him all over the dance floor.
In a year and two weeks he learned how to make all of Lestat’s favorite desserts and Lestat learned how to kiss him, so he told him what was really on his mind—apparently kisses in the middle of his eyebrows as he frowned was his new weak spot. Nicki was fired as soon as Lestat came back from work the next day. Stoic as always, his fiancé called him into his studio and told him that a friend of his needed a stay-in chef in his house and that he could start tomorrow. After Nicki tried to insist on staying by Lestat’s side, he very politely told him it was that, or he stayed without a job. Louis did feel bad there… kinda. He still let his fiancé keep possessively groping his ass under his office’s desk while he sat on his lap, hard cock poking his back.
The day he sent the invites to his wedding, Claudia also created the perfect escape plan—just in case—that he was sure she stole from a movie, horses and sneakers were involved. She still supported him in every step of his wedding journey and went everywhere with him, not complaining even when Louis himself was doing it.
Claudia met his new friends in one of Louis’ fitting appointments and surprisingly didn’t hate them at all. Louis could even say she even liked them a little more than she let it show and found them very amusing.
“What can I say?” She told Louis one day. “They kinda remind me of an older version of you.”
Louis couldn’t agree more.
Despite being an autumn wedding, Louis did sweat and cry but only the happiest of the tears. He felt loved, not only by his husband but the people that surrounded them. He was the luckiest man in the world, all thanks to a simple arrangement.
And after Lestat came deep inside him for the second time that night and Louis was all sticky and trembling thanks to him, he leaned and whispered close to his ear to say, “Best wife in the world.”
Louis gave him a wobbly smile, the kind that made Lestat’s already soft eyes soften even more. “That I am.”
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