Log; Complete

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When; Saturday, Feb. 7th starting @ midnight
Rating; PG-13 (to be safe...you never know)
Characters; Lestat vampbratprince and Gren notapreacher
Summary; Cursed to be in each other's bodies.
Log; It must be midnight. That is the only possible explanation for why his eye sight isn't as good as it usually is. Gren is behind him so he'll have to let him know that he's cursed. And, is that dark hair hanging into his eyes?

He reach up to touch it and is startled to find a pale hand there. One he knows well.

He can't help himself. He looks down the collar of his shirt. That certainly is a chest he knows. And it does not belong on him.

"Gren." Not his voice. "I have something that belongs to you. A curse is letting me borrow it. I do hope you won't mind." This is going to be an interesting experience. He knows that already. It was the last time he switched bodies so there's no reason why it shouldn't be now.

"It's not like you have a choice." Let's see. If he's in Gren's body then... He turns smiling.

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An instruction manual? Please.

"There is no training period that I know of. Masters are generally supposed to stay with their fledglings but the only one that I have with any of these powers is David. None of the others are old enough to have them. Gabrielle and Louis are closest to my age but they have yet to live long enough and even then Louis has no desire to be a proper vampire. As for David, I was brought here before I could do much in the way of teaching with him."

That's as complete an answer as he can provide. He honestly doesn't know the answer. He's never experienced it and was forced to learn the powers he has on his own. The blood he drank from Akasha and Marius gave him those powers. He's not old enough to have them.

"And I think you should kiss me again as we hang here in the air. I loved the one before and I want another."

He grins.

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He hasn't stopped listening to his partner's thoughts and now he knows: if he was made into a vampire by Lestat he would have these kinds of powers. He wouldn't have to wait centuries and centuries and that seals the deal: it's too much power. Too much for him. He'll go back to being himself and admiring things in his lover, and that will be perfectly satisfactory. He doesn't need to be the one to fly as long as Lestat flies with him; he doesn't need to drink blood as long as Lestat drinks his.

It's simple and it's perfect the way it is on a normal night: he loves Lestat in his own imperfect human way and he'll keep it to that: being as powerful as his partner might destroy the delicate balance of what they have, and he craves what they've got. None of that means he won't take complete advantage of tonight, though.

"Because you asked so nicely." He's filled with an exhibitionist's utter recklessness; he directs long legs around his waist and kisses him, right up here in the sky, and he doesn't care who sees them. Of course he doesn't care. Why would he? A little public seduction is an intensely beautiful thing.

When the kiss is over, though, he lowers them to the ground. Lestat's chilled, and he doesn't want to be the one winding up with the cold come tomorrow night. He's acutely aware of the passage of time, and at the same time doesn't care a bit about it.

But he knows he wants to savor being in this body for the time remaining. A few hours till dawn and from what he's seen in his partner, the rising sun will tug at him like water to a drowning man and he'll be unable to resist sleep.

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He happily obeys the direction of his long legs and locks them there. Gren can just carry him all the way back.

And I know you heard that.

So there.

Once on the ground, he locks their lips together again. His lover could so easily unlatch him if that is his wish but he's seriously hoping he doesn't. This position is rather nice.

Let's go back. I'll seduce you the rest of the night and then we can sleep.

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Really, he doesn't care who might see them: he carries Lestat back like this all the way. Let people notice; let them talk. Who cares? What does it matter?

They've got the rest of the night to look forward to, after all.