tampered | Log: Completed

Log: Completed

When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gren (

notapreacher) and Lestat (

vampbratprince)
Summary: Mama, can you tell me how vampires celebrate New Year's Eve?
Log: For as long as he can remember, he's been the musical entertainment somewhere on New Year's Eve. Tonight's the first time in years (he discounts his time in the Army and in prison because those were out of his control) that he's not playing saxophone somewhere.

In a way it's a relief, and so is the idea of just staying in and celebrating privately. Oh, he can share the champagne that's chilling in the refrigerator and the exquisite chocolate truffles sitting out on the counter. In fact, he plans to do just that. There's a quiet burn of happiness that goes along with the whole notion and he remembers from the few creative writing classes he took to pass the time back in high school that in fiction they say happiness is boring and it's struggle that's interesting. He happens to be perfectly content to be as dull as possible so long as it goes hand in hand with happiness.

Screw what anyone else thinks about the two of them: he's never given much care for what anybody else might think about any of the things he does. There are really only a few people whose opinions matter to him. One is doing whatever it is she's doing tonight (and he hopes Julia is happy and she knows she's always welcome over here) and the other is already here.

They could join the festivities at Lux, and they just might. Then again, they might just stay right here and hide out together. It wouldn't be the first time.

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Not only is this so much fun it ought to be illegal on every planet in the solar system and most of the moons too, but it's such a turn-on. Slowly, he chews the rest of that chocolate mint truffle and barely swallows it before he's giving Lestat a taste. He knows he can only leave the flavor, not the candy itself. It's a little bit of an acquired skill and one he's glad to be highly adept at. Just like kissing around sharp fangs: that's another special skill he's gotten quite good at the past four months.

Sometimes, just to tempt fate, he drags his tongue across those fangs in heated moments. Call it a test of trust -- in himself, in his lover -- but neither of them have ever taken that game too far. Now, though, he makes sure to run his tongue over Lestat's so-soft lips so very thoroughly.

Mint. Chocolate. Cream. It's so good.

"Did you get it that time?"

"I think so. It was delicious." He remembers that Gren took a sip of champagne after eating the truffles while they were in the kitchen. For that reason, he picks up the flute and holds it in front of him. What's the liquid in the bottom is is a mystery to him.

However, he can catch bits of the scent it gives off through the champagne. Well, he'll find out what this tastes like momentarily. "Have a sip."

He's enjoying himself. That much is obvious. It's all of his face and written in his eyes. No confirmation is really needed. This little game of feeding him is amusing and fully of the seduction they both love so much. Intimacy and indulgence.

If he was in the mood for it, he'd start to count how many of the Deadly Sins they've commited thus far.

Before he does, he swirls the glass in his hand, just to mix it a little. The strawberry's mostly for looks; it hasn't been in the glass enough to make the champagne taste like fruit but after a while, the strawberry itself will take on the flavor of the champagne and he'll be more than happy to share that part of it too.

He takes a sip, lets it wash over his tongue before the liquid slides down his throat. It's good; the port in it is subtle. He could share tastes this way all night long, and as far as he's concerned, Lestat gets whatever he wants tonight.

Make that every night.

Clearly interested, he watches the action before him. The swirling, the sipping, the savoring, the swallowing. It's a beautiful sight to behold. And it's all for him. Cupping the back of Gren's neck, he captures his taste.

The mixture intrigues him and he takes his time with the kiss. It's only a small taste. Second hand as well. But, it's mixed with the flavor that only belongs to Gren. It's delicious.

Licking his lips again, he smiles.

"I like that one."

"It's port. Infused with chocolate. I thought you might like it." The whole night is dedicated, really, to things he hopes Lestat likes. "And you know what?"

There's a lot Lestat knows, but he may not know this. "I wasn't always so private and reserved. A lot of that -- no, all of it -- is since the Army. But before that, you might be surprised to know I was pretty open about things in public. The years since Titan have been tough. I crawled into a shell and didn't really come back out. Then you showed up and reminded me how much fun things can be."

On so many levels, Lestat's woken up pieces of him that have been lying dormant. At first he wasn't sure if he could do that -- if he could regain those old pieces of himself again -- but now he thinks he just might be able to.

Or at least get closer to it.

"Someone needed to come along and awaken the sleeping part of you. I am glad that it was me instead of someone else." He's very serious about that. He doesn't care about the 'what if someone else had fallen for Gren first?' The fact is that he did. And he treasures the man. Like he said, Gren is precious to him.

And, while Gren is much more open to others now, only he gets to see the full extent of it. Also, he has seen him in anger and joy and fear and sadness. He's even seen him cry.

"It is like I had the key to the cage you hid yourself in. Either that or I tore through the door. I don't care what it was."

He places his hand over Gren's heart. It may no longer beat but that has never bothered him. "A piece of me lives here now."

"I think it has your name on it." Actually there's no thinking about it: that's the truth of it. He knows he was very good at pretending to be sociable, but really, he was only playing at it. Convincingly for sure, but playing at something is never as good as doing it. It's a sentiment he seals now with action, smoothing his hand over Lestat's hair.

"I love you. And I'm so glad about that." Without waiting to ask or be asked -- they're partners and neither one needs permission to do anything -- he takes another sip of the champagne. It's New Year's Eve, after all.

"And I love you." Stealing another kiss, he decides to try a trick he's used before. While he kisses Gren, he dips his finger into the liquid. As he pulls back, he runs that finger along his own lips before moving back in for another kiss.

Gren may already know what these things taste like and be able to consume them but that doesn't mean he can't share tastes with him as well. This worked so well the first time he did it that he intends to use it more often. Just like he is now.

That's right: Lestat did that when they were... in the bath, he thinks, or some other time with the champagne. Gladly, he drinks the wine right off those beautiful soft lips and it's even more delicious that way than it is out of the glass.

"You taste like champagne and chocolate. Decadent and intense." Those two words could be used to describe Lestat any time and the both of them know it. "Do you want to see what that strawberry tastes like, now that it's been sitting for a while, or have you tasted enough things for the moment?"

One hand snakes back inside Lestat's shirt: there has to be contact. He needs to touch that skin. He absolutely craves it.

Lips curl into a smile at the contact. "I want to taste the strawberry. And then I want you to surprise me. Whether by tasting of food or whatever you decide, I don't want to expect it. You're doing so beautifully with that already tonight. It's thrilling and I'd like more of it."

Partially because the look that lights up Gren's face is one he treasures. His lover becomes so pleased with the things he comes up with. Lestat can't help but want more of them. For that look and to see how else he will be kept on his toes.

It is like every night is a new adventure. One that is mapped out but never followed. Such a glorious thing that is too.

"That's what I want."

If that's what he wants that's what he gets: fishing out the strawberry without dunking his hand in the glass requires that he take a nice long sip first and he does. Like he thought moments ago, it's New Year's Eve and champagne is practically a requirement for all those able to drink it. And for those who can't, there's always improvisation.

When he does bite into the strawberry it's luscious and perfectly juicy, and he takes all of it into his mouth and swallows it and his eyes never leave Lestat's the whole time, and when he's ready he tugs Lestat over and drapes himself back: he wants Lestat looking down on him for this strawberry-laden kiss.

That's how it will start, anyway. Oh, there will be surprises. He'll make sure of that.

Well, alright. If he insists. Chuckling, he leans over. For a moment, he just hovers with a smile on his face. Then he finally dips down and claims those lips with his own.

Strawberry. He has to say that he likes this flavor.

Especially coming from Gren's mouth.

When Lestat leans over, he wraps his arms around him to pull him close and hold him tight. He returns the kiss as eagerly as it's given: strawberry infuses it and the night's almost a little bit of sensory overload or could be if it wasn't so enjoyable.

He could really stay like this all night; his hands smooth over Lestat's back through the silk of the shirt.

"Look at where we ended up. I'm not so sure what to do about that."

There's an unmistakable twinkle in his eye that really says he knows exactly what to do about this little predicament. But if Lestat wants surprises, it would be silly to give everything away all at once.

One golden brow rises at that.

The look in Gren's eyes tells him the truth. But, without hint as to what is planned. He's naturally very curious and this awakened that. He wants to know what is planned here.

Only, he asked for surprises. That means there won't be an answer right now to his curiosity. He's supposed to be wondering and anticipating.

"Mm. I don't believe you."

"You're right. I thought we could go outside and have a snowball fight."

No; that involves way too much moving. As if he has to demonstrate he's a liar, his hands don't lighten their grip on their target at all. "But that sounds cold, and I'd rather be warm." This arrangement's nice and cozy as far as that request goes. "Anyway, that sounds like way too much effort. Really, I thought I'd refill the champagne, have another glass, and keep feeding you truffles while we listen to music and fool around."

Maybe that's not so surprising, but it is part of the plan.

"Or I could play a few songs for you myself. Or we could watch the tape from the music festival, or listen to that song we did together."

Those are far from the only options. "Or we could take the dogs for a walk, or I could impose on you for a flight over the City in the snow, or I could undress you with more than just my eyes."

Some of those things are even better than others.

"Or I can tell you what I'd really like to do."

(It's such fun to keep Lestat in suspense.)

All those options and he knows none of them are the real one. This is Gren teasing him further. Keeping him on the edge of his seat. And driving him mad with curiosity. He hates that. He loves that.

And damn it all, he wants to know what Gren has planned.

But, he just smiles oh so seductively and kisses once then twice then pauses before the third. "I will choose the last option. What do you really want to do?"

Now Gren gets that third kiss.

From this vantage point, he sees the most beautiful man in the world. Any world: that blond hair (and he's reminded of a poem he read once about a woman with yellow hair so gorgeous that everyone loved her for that more than anything) and those color-changing eyes, the perfect skin, the smile playing at those lips. All of it makes him smile, but what makes him smile inside is the intimate knowledge he has of what Lestat's really like. There are labels and then there's the reality, and experience has taught him that the reality is so much more beautiful and vibrant than he could ever have imagined had he just let the labels take over. His partner has such a big heart, and that touches everything he does... at least for and between the two of them.

It's indulgent and it spoils him shamelessly and he wouldn't trade it for the world. And with that in mind, he looks up into those gray-blue eyes with its flashes of violet and smiles quietly.

"How long has it been since anyone gave you a really nice back rub?"

It has to be a long, long time; Lestat said he hasn't been touched in so very many human ways in centuries. Tonight's the perfect night to remedy that situation.

The question is the very last one he expects. That shows on his face as the smile fades away to a thoughtful look. After all, he can't remember how long it has been. He would have still been a mortal. So, before he was changed. Even then no memory comes to mind.

Tilting his head to the side, he frowns slightly as he searches again. Still nothing.

Slowly he smiles and shakes his head.

"It would have been many years ago. Because, I do not recall any memories of it. That can only mean that if ever I was given one, it was before I was changed."

The smile remains even after that little confession.

That's pretty much what he thought the answer would be. How is it that pleasures of the flesh seem to elude all vampires of Lestat's world? When they're changed, do they forget about all mortal indulgences? Not being a vampire himself he doesn't know, but how sad would that be? Especially with enhanced senses: every touch to every muscle should be fantastic.

There's only one thing to find out.

"Do you want one?" No one's ever complained about a back rub he's given, but he won't make assumptions. Lestat's allowed to say no and there won't be any hard feelings... so to speak. Maybe it's the champagne, but he doesn't usually think in puns like that and it makes him smile.

"Yes."

He's curious now. He wants to know how a back rub would feel. Gren's hands on him. Already he's looking forward to this. He's been spoiled a great deal already but that doesn't mean he'll say no to getting more.

"I do want one." He's seen lovers giving them to each other in the past. Those times where always an outside view. The saying 'on the outside looking in' applies well to those days. Not any more. Gren makes sure of that.

"Okay, then. Come on into the other room with me and I will."

That's where the lotions are, anyway, or at least they're close by in the bathroom. "I figure you deserve to be pampered as much as anyone." After all, Lestat does so much for so many people whether they know it or not. There's something about his innate goodness that can't be hidden, despite all the external things that are so much easier to point out. Sure, Lestat's a vampire. They're classically viewed as bad: immoral, uncaring, selfish, destructive. Sure, he feeds. Sure, he's vain. Sure, he's reckless and likes to tempt fate and sure, others think he's crazy, that he does things on purpose just to be contrary. And sometimes he does, but more often than not he's just curious. He marches to his own beat, Lestat does, and to understand him even a little is a great, great gift.

He's so honored to have been chosen for that task.

That requires getting off Gren. For a moment he pouts only to replace it with a smile again. Getting on his feet, he leads the way to the other room. He already knows which one that is.

When they get there, he decides that he wants another kiss first. Pulling his taller lover into his arms, he seals their lips together for a heated and passionate kiss. Once he's done, he pulls back with a little smirk tugging at his lips. Oh yes. He'll never get tired of kissing this beautiful man before him.

"I like it when you pamper me."

Well, one more kiss.

"No. I love it.

That happens to be a very good thing: Lestat's kiss leaves him wanting more and he knows that was the intention, but he can be as patient as his lover is impatient. He knows how to wait. Smoothing his fingers over that tiny smug grin, he wastes no time taking the shirt off Lestat's body and setting it aside.

"Lie down on the bed. On your stomach." It only takes a moment's disappearance into the bathroom before he returns with a bottle of lotion; he pours a measure into his hand an takes a seat next to Lestat. First things first.

"Are you comfortable lying like this?"

He wouldn't be, but that's his own deal and nothing at all to do with back rubs, beds, or kindness. Anyway, he'd rather not be thinking about that at all.

From his position on the bed, he smiles over his shoulder. Is he comfortable... "One of these nights I will show you the creative positions I can get into and still be comfortable." This is by far the most natural of those positions.

He has a feeling that he knows where the question is coming from. Instead of pointing that out, he lets it go. Gren seems to prefer it that way. And he can work with that. Quickly easily actually.

Flashing another smile, he rests his head on the pillow.

"Anyways, you don't have to worry. I am comfortable."

He'd like to see some of those creative positions. Some day, but not right now. Now it's time to be a little indulgent with his boyfriend's body; he's no expert at this but he remembers what he used to like when he let people touch him this way and really, he's got good hands.

He's a musician. Of course he does.

Rubbing the lotion into his palm, he smooths it out over Lestat's back. The muscles are so defined, so beautiful, and he gets a very satisfied and smug moment of this man is mine. He's more possessive than a lot of people and he's always been that way and he can't change it if he wants to. Fortunately, he doesn't.

His hands run over the muscles in a slow, timeless, unhurried sort of way. Exploring here, exploring there, as the lotion (it's got a nice smell to it, something rich and luscious called plumeria, which he assumes is an Earth-based scent) sinks slowly into ageless flesh.

All in all, he thinks this was a pretty good idea.

"How's that feel so far?"

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