Vampire Lust

Disclaimer: I don’t own Lestat de Lioncourt but Anne Rice does. Ivanov Zakharov doesn’t belong to me either, he belongs to Roku of powder-snow.net and I use him with her permission. I DO however own the rest of the people in this story. They\'re from Strictly Supernatural (it\'ll be up sometime soon). They’re all mine! MWAHAHAHA!!

Vampire Lust

Vam knew from the second he stepped through the doorway of his lavish Greenwich Village apartment that something wasn’t quite right. There was a dead, calm feeling in the air and it wasn’t for the fact that Ely and Ceran were away in Uialtum for the long weekend. The Bleecker St. traffic roared by in the distance even though it was three in the morning. The “city that never sleeps” label definitely applied to New York City. He peeled his signature batwing jacket off and threw it over the cast iron coatrack, noticing two jackets he didn’t recognize, Vam picked a nearby dagger off the display case and inspected the house. If he did have some uninvited guests, he was going to make sure they wish they’d never been born. All was well in the living room, dining room, kitchen, and all the bedrooms. The last room he entered was the master bedroom he shared with his wife, Ely. He found his servant Grim Rain sitting in the larger than king-sized bed with two other men, one fully clothed and the other stark naked. Grim blushed and jumped off as soon as he noticed his Master standing by the door.

“Master, I apologize, they came to the door and said they where old friends of yours so I let them in then the redhead said he wanted something to drink so I went into the kitchen to get some blood for him but when I came back he and the blonde went into your bedroom and he started stripping saying he wanted to have some fun with us and I knew I’d get into trouble but he pushed me down and started touching me and I’m so so so very sorry, Master! Please don’t punish me, it wasn’t my fault!” Vam thought surely if Grim were human he’d have passed out from speaking so much so quickly. He looked around at the other two men, recognizing them from centuries passed.

Lestat de Lioncourt, the blonde haired gray eyed French nobleman Vam met back in 17th century Paris stretched his nude, well sculptured body on Vam’s bed as if he were an elegant house cat and winked at the taller male. “It’s been a long time, Pierre. I was wondering who you were fucking these days and now I see cute little punk boys are what you’re into. I should have known, you always were a pioneer in bed.” Vam felt his cheeks grow hot, something noone has been able to make him do in such a long time, he forgot what it was like to blush.

Ivanov Zakharov, the redheaded red eyed Russian vampire who still dressed in the fashions of late 19th century London bowed his head yet managed to keep his stovepipe hat firmly on. “I ran into Lestat in a cemetery not far from here and after some talking, we realized we both knew you so we decided to look around for you.”

“Look around for me?! Did you even know I was in this country?” “Well that’s the fun part about it. Besides Vam,” Ivan slipped into shadows and appeared behind Vam, caressing the French man in a most sensual way, “I can smell your sweet scent from anywhere in the world.” “Ok... you freaks... I hope you know I’m married now and we have a kid together.” Ivan let go of Vam and pushed him to the bed. “Oh, we know, that’s why we waited until Ely and Ceran were gone.” “Are you two stalking me?” Lestat climbed over Vam to unzip his pants, giving Vam a front row view of his erection. “Mmm... Maybe...” Vam’s upper body shot up but Lestat kept his hold on him. “Look, I told you guys that I’m married!”

“That doesn’t stop you from fucking me when you’re horny and Ely’s no where to be found.” Vam’s red eyes snapped onto Grim’s. His servant never dared talk this way to him. His tension eased has he figured out Ivan controlled his mouth from the blank look in Grim’s eyes. Ivan had the unique ability to force a person to speak their mind. Grim immediately clapped his hands over his mouth in disbelief. The reaction made Lestat give a throaty laugh and pull Vam closer. “You wouldn’t punish poor Grim for being so honest now would you, Vam?” He gave a signal to Ivan who pushed Grim backward onto the bed, his head landing in Lestat’s lap.

“HEY!!!” Vam just realized that he left his long legs wide open and vulnerable. Lestat shoved his left hand into Vam’s boxers while his right one crept up Grim’s blue button up. Ivan wormed a hand down the front of Grim\'s pants and smiled to himself. “No underwear today?”

“I... uh... yeah...um... laundry...” Grim mumbled and his feeble attempt at speaking trailed off as questing fingers found their prize.

“We can\'t pass up the opportunity to scratch ‘vampire orgy’ off that list we made the other day,” Vam said persuasively.

“True...” Grim cocked his head to the side and considered the two men out of the corner of his eye. Would anyone else find out about this? It was fairly likely. Ivan took advantage of Grim\'s tilted head and swooped in to nibbling at his neck.

“I think Mizu will be pissed at us, Master.” Grim accused, although he himself was feeling the rush.

“Maybe he will,” Vam said. Ivan undid the front of Grim’s pants roughly and shoved the worn material down. He ran a hand appreciatively over the curve of Grim’s ass and urged the man to turn to face him. “I\'m definitely having you tonight,” he breathed, taking a nice long look at Grim\'s jutting erection.

The air inside the bedroom was chill compared to the rest of the apartment. Lestat pulled Vam to him by the collar of his shirt and gave him a tongueless, open-mouthed kiss. When he broke the kiss, he pressed against him wanting more. “You’ve changed your tune so quickly.” Lestat held him off by stroking a hand against his cheek, then taking off Vam’s shirt.

Vam rested on his knees, then bent forward, stretching his arms out like a cat. His ivory skin slid over the muscles of his back and he looked all the more delicate and pale as his limbs spread out over the black silk bed sheets.

Baring his teeth in a feral grin, Lestat pounced onto Vam to ravish the older man. He worked his arms under Lestat and flipped him over so he was on his back. Vam was kneeling to the side of him, and wasted no time before lowering his head to swallow his cock.

He ran his tongue over the heated and slightly damp flesh, taking in as much as he could. Lestat moaned and Vam pinched his nipple as he sucked him, slowly at first, then faster and harder until Lestat practically writhed beneath him. He cupped the soft globes that nestled at the base of his cock and squeezed them gently as he worked his mouth, when he felt them tighten he pulled his mouth away. Lestat mewled piteously as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy, a hot flush of desire tingling through his body.

Ivan slithered down Grim’s body and caught that proudly stiff cock with his lips. He worked his tongue vigorously around the tip and curled his lips over his teeth as he drew Grim deeper into his mouth. Fingers tangled into his red hair and he shifted from kneeling to sitting as he took in as much of Grim’s length as he could. He hadn’t mentioned it, but he found it rather amusing that Grim shaved his hunter green pubic hair.

“Damn...” Grim panted and fell back against the bed as Ivan worked his magic. Looking down, he stared at where his hand curved along the back of Ivan’s head and he moaned faintly as his cock was swallowed nearly to the hilt. He repeatedly combed his fingers through the red strands of silky hair, and as he momentarily pushed back the thick mass that always fell across Ivan’s forehead, he could see the darkened shaft of his arousal disappear into the other vampire’s mouth.

Ivan’s hand slipped down and curled around the base of Grim’s erection, firming it so he could pull back and run the point of his tongue along the slit at the tip. His other hand trailed up the inside of Grim’s thigh to cup the soft globes of his balls. They were already drawn upward; firm, tense, and ready for release. Ivan pinched the soft skin of Grim’s sac, tugging on it firmly as he flicked his tongue teasingly. When Grim’s breath was swift and harsh, he slowed down and combined the agonizingly slow curls of his tongue with light stroking along Grim’s length.

Lestat hooked a hand under Vam’s knee and swung his leg up and around, the silk sheets made moving his body around easy and with little effort he positioned Vam’s opening before him. Lestat’s fingers made a slow ascent up Vam’s body and he arched his back as he made a detour to pinch one of his nipples. He stroked the small pink oval until it stiffened to match his cock, then continued on his way until he got to his mouth.

“Lick,” Lestat said, his voice heavy with lust. Vam opened his mouth and he dipped his fingers inside, watching half-lidded as his small pink tongue coated his digits with saliva.

He lifted his bottom off the bed without urging and Lestat smiled as he eased one slick finger past the tight ring of muscle. He stroked his finger inside him, pushing in as deep as he could and curving to reach the spot that would draw the loveliest sounds from his throat.

“Lestat!” he cried out as he found his prostate, he jammed his hips down trying to force his finger farther inside him, but it was in to the knuckle. He placed Lestat’s free hand on his chest and he quieted as he added a second finger. He worked his hand in and out, easing Vam open while playing with his nipples.

Lestat used some blood flavored lube he purchased at a delightful alternative clothing store in the Village earlier to wet him further until he was satisfied that he was ready to accept him fully. Holding his cock with thumb and two fingers, Lestat guided the head to the puckered opening that waited. He didn\'t press in immediately, just rubbed his head against the slick flesh and enjoyed both the fiery sensations the friction aroused and the erotic sound of Vam’s begging moans.

“Faster,” Grim moaned and gripped his hair harder. His fingers twisted in Ivan’s silken hair, gripping the long strands tightly as he tried to urge him to stop fooling around and bring him over the edge.

Ivan chuckled low in his throat and continued the leisurely strokes, although he did go so far as to tighten the ring of his fingers as they glided along the velvet skin of Grim’s cock.

After smearing the slickness of blood flavored lube along his length, Ivan wiped the remainder between Grim\'s legs. He bent his knees and grabbed the back of the green haired boy’s thighs.

“Take me,” he panted. Lestat plucked his tender nipple one last time then fell forward to rest his weight on one arm as he pressed into his new pet\'s body. He waited too long and the penetration was painful for Vam, but he didn\'t resist or push him away, in fact he seemed to like it, as if knowing that being sore tomorrow would be one more thing to remind him of this little game.

Lestat hung his head down and his white-blonde hair slide over his plae shoulder as he began thrusting. The end of his hair brushed against the hollow of Vam’s throat and he arched his back and let his head roll backwards. He drove myself into Vam’s body brutally and his body shook with each inward stroke. The headboard of the bed slammed against the wall like some primitive drumbeat that was accompanied by the moans of the other two men.

\"Lestat. Nggh. Oh.. Lestat! Harder!\" Vam cried out, knuckles white around the porcelain skin of the younger vampire’s shoulder.

His cries prompted him faster and a light sheen of sweat coated their bodes. Lestat rose up on knees again and grabbed his hips so he could fuck his little pet harder like he wanted. The position allowed him more depth and his smooth ass slapped against him with each thrust. Lestat knew he was getting close. He let his head tilt back and abandoned himself to pleasure.

Grim snaked a hand down and used his fingertips to position Ivan\'s cock properly. Ivan slid in easily and he paused, forehead resting against the firmness of Grim\'s shoulder, as he summoned the willpower to not thrust wildly and bring himself off as fast as possible.

When Ivan started moving, he lifted his head to look into Grim\'s eyes. He circled his arms around the younger Russian’s neck and he gave Ivan a long kiss. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back, gazing over at Lestat and his Master a the moment before Ivan impaled him firmly on the thick cock that thrusted up between his thighs. Time slipped by unnoticed as they moved together, and the muted slap of flesh on flesh echoed in the large room, along with low noises of effort and pleasure.

“Vamy-kun! Grim! We’re home! Our flight was cancelled and I tried calling but you guys wouldn’t pick up. Hey, are you guys here? I see your jackets. Wait a second.. Who jackets are these?”

Ivan felt the ring of muscle around his cock tighten as Grim\'s eyes flew open in alarm. Adrenaline coursed through their veins as the lights went on outside the door and he jerked, resulting in him plunging deeper into Grim\'s body.

“Oh Gods, no! Excluding Mizu is one thing but being caught and angering Mistress Ely is not something I’m too enthusiastic abo.. Oh!” Grim’s rant turned into a surprised grunt as teeth sank into his shoulder and Ivan slid out far enough to deliver a very powerful thrust.

Ely got Ceran settled in his room and came closer to the doorway. Ivan closed his eyes and mentally counted down the steps as he pistoned into Grim madly. Grim made soft moans as Ivan and Lestat\'s savage thrusts slammed the headboard against the wall.

Lestat came powerfully, cum pulsing up through his cock to claim Vam’s body as his but only for the time being. A shower of white droplets splattered across Lestat’s face, followed by one powerful steam that landed near his mouth.

\"Gods...\" A ragged cry was drawn from Ivan\'s throat as he emptied himself into the heat of Grim\'s body.

Grim tore himself away from Ivan, his eyes frantically scanning the dark room for their carelessly discarded clothes. When he managed to dress himself, he looked back to see a fully clothed Vam sitting on the bed with the TV on and no Ivan or Lestat in sight. The door slowly opened and Ely walked in cautiously.

“Vamy-kun? Grim? Why didn’t you answer me.” Vam looked up at Ely with a cheesy grin on his face. “Sorry, hon, we had the TV up loud.” “Oh, well I saw two other jackets out there on the coat rack. Whose are they?” Vam glanced over at Grim with a puzzled look on his face. “Jackets? What other jackets?”

Ely sighed and motioned for Vam to follow her to the front door. When they got their, the only jackets hanging belonged to Vam, Grim, Ely, and Ceran. “But there was just two jackets right there!” “I think you need some sleep, cheri.” The Elf just rolled her purple eyes and muttered something about Vampires before heading to the bathroom. Vam went to follow her when he was stopped by Grim.

“You haven’t had enough, Master?” Vam shook his head and smiled. “Not when I get to be on top this time.”