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Kinktober Day 5: threesome (lestat/daniel/louis)

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Lestat’s lounging sideways in an elaborate chair, brought in from Egypt, of all places. His over the top jacket is draped over the back of it, abandoned there from when he’d gotten pissed with the feathers flying off of it every time he waved his arms. They finished the shoot for the night nearly an hour ago.

Louis is in the next room chatting with one of the producers, so Lestat’s in no rush to get out of the studio. He catches Daniel following the sound of Louis’ voice.

“Such attachment to the one who nearly took your life, why is that?” Lestat sits up in his chair, all attention on him now.

“You know our story; yeah, he’s not my vampire maker, but he’s the vamp that stepped up.”

Lestat rolls his eyes. “Yes, but why return to him after that first encounter?”

“I’m a journalist. You know that. And a damned good one - I’ll follow the story until the end, even if it kills me. And guess what? It did.” Daniel collects the pens scattered on the little table on his side of the room.

“You were… only twenty years old when you met. That’s a long time to let an unfinished story fester.”

“Quit reading my mind. We’ve discussed this - I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know.” Lestat scoffs. “But yeah, yeah, I’m an old man now. He didn’t really want me back then, not in the way I always thought. So this isn’t when I wanted to be turned, but here we are. Sorry, but you’re stuck with me as I am now.”

“Oh, Daniel, you must know by now that my interest does not discriminate by age.”

Daniel stops packing his bag abruptly, notebook frozen in his grasp. Lestat cackles. He can feel the phantom touch of another mind brushing his own again.

“Oh! And Louis has propositioned you recently, I see.” He squints, frowning a little in confusion. “But you did not…”

Of course Louis chooses that moment to walk through the door, quietly announcing that the rest of the film crew had gone home for the day. He pauses halfway across the room, taking in the scene before him: Daniel, hunched over and unmoving, staring at Lestat, gleaming with mirth.

“What’d I miss?”

Lestat slowly raises himself from his chair, languid limbs carrying him effortlessly over to Daniel. “Daniel here was just telling me all about your previous encounters.” He reaches out with both hands, straightening him and gripping his chin to turn Daniel’s face to Louis. “How desperately he wanted you, Louis!” He laughs at Louis’ raised eyebrows.

This snaps Daniel out of it, shaking free of Lestat’s grasp.

“Enough of that, thanks so much,” he bites, “It wasn’t a real offer, of course.” Daniel looks to Louis, searching his face for confirmation.

Louis considers this. Then, “I wouldn’t say it wasn’t a real offer, Daniel. An intentionally inconvenient one, yes. And there’s the fact that there’d be no hiding it from Armand.”

“Ah, the gremlin. Yes, he would have thrown quite the tantrum had he found the two of you together. I,” Lestat looks to Louis meaningfully, “would never.”

Daniel barks out a laugh, startling them both. “You kinda did, though, Lestat. You absolutely have retaliated against paramours; don’t forget I interviewed Louis first.”

Lestat sniffs, says “I am different now, a changed man. And I like you, Daniel.”

While Daniel sputters, Louis wraps an arm around his shoulders, leaning in close, “You hear that? He likes you.”

He shoves Louis off and rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright. We finished here, or what? Because we’re about three hours from sun-up and I still need a meal before dawn breaks and puts me to sleep.”

“Tch. Such a voracious young thing.” Lestat scoffs, circling him. Daniel is reminded of a lioness about to pounce. “We have plenty of locally sourced blood in the commissary, fledgling. Or,” he pulls Louis to his side, locking eyes with him, “there are two vampires willing to share with you.”

Daniel turns to Louis. “Yeah?” The look in his eyes is all the confirmation he needs.

So that’s how he ends up with Louis’ wrist in his mouth, skin soft and warm between his teeth, blood flowing like syrup down his throat. Lestat’s at his back, petting soothingly through his hair and murmuring in his ear, “Yes, this is how it is between vampires, Daniel. What does he taste like to you?”

Daniel forces his jaw to go slack, lets Louis take his arm back. He doesn’t go far, stays within an arm’s reach of the two of them. “I can…” It’s a rare occurrence for him to be rendered at a loss for words. It’s not like this is the first time Daniel’s consumed vampire blood, but he was kind of delirious with blood loss the last time it happened. He takes his time pulling his thoughts together. “I can feel him. Is it always like that?”

He turns to Lestat now, eyes wide and face flushed with blood. His lukewarm hand feels like an icy balm where it cups his cheek.

“There is a strong connection between you two. Nothing like the maker and fledgling bond, I’m sorry,” Lestat guides him to his own neck now, fingers curling in Daniel’s hair as he sinks his fangs into him. Blood surges from his jugular, vigorous and potent in his mouth.

Without a doubt, there’s a deep power in Lestat’s blood. Daniel feels giddy and lightheaded as he swallows it down. He only takes a few mouthfuls before Louis tugs him back with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“That’s enough, Danny. Don’t gorge yourself,” he says, soft.

“Well?” Lestat asks. There’s the slightest catch in his breath.

“He tastes like you.” Louis sucks in a sharp gasp behind him, crowding in closer, the long line of his body a firm pressure at Daniel’s back.

Lestat hums in affirmation. “My blood is his blood,” he dips his head to the crook of Daniel’s neck, inhaling deeply. “And now it runs through you.”

Daniel’s more than a little overwhelmed, if he’s being honest. Two hot and incredibly powerful vampires bracket his body like parentheses, their blood bubbling through his veins, filling him from the depth of his insides. He might vibrate out of his skin.

“I’d offer a taste, but that kind of defeats the purpose of feeding me in the first place.” He manages to pull together a coherent sentence. Louis chuckles, close and breathy in his ear. It sends a shudder down his spine.

He’s using all his energy to maintain control of his body, eyes closed against the onslaught of sensations rushing through him. He misses the shuffle before him, gets shocked out of it when a forehead rests against his own. Daniel opens his eyes to Lestat’s half-lidded gaze, the blue of his irises almost entirely swallowed by the black holes of his pupils. His lips are parted, wet and a little swollen from where he must have bitten them.

Huh. He doesn’t get a chance to think much else before Lestat drives forward, kissing him open-mouthed and messy. All conscious thought leaves Daniel then, meeting his ferocity in equal measure. He shoves his tongue in his mouth, feeling out the shapes of his teeth, his fangs. Lestat sucks on his lip, and it hits him then; he’s chasing the taste of himself, of Louis, in Daniel’s mouth.

“More than one way to get a taste,” Louis is saying, and it’s not coming from behind him like he’d expected. Daniel follows the sound of his voice down to where he’s - Jesus Christ - Louis is kneeling on the fucking floor.

Fuck. Arousal cuts through him like a hot knife. Now that he thinks about it, his jeans are starting to get pretty uncomfortable. All that blood he just drank is probably all in his dick, now.

Louis deft fingers unfasten his pants, pulling him free. Neither Daniel nor Lestat can take their eyes off of him. He spits right on the head and spreads his saliva with both hands, getting it nice and slick. It’s the dirtiest handjob he’s gotten in years. It’s fucking perfect.

Lestat’s right there, so close that he can feel it when he darts his tongue out to lick his lips. Daniel surges forward into his mouth again in a bruising kiss. He can’t keep his fangs to himself, he’s beyond the effort it’d take to keep them in his gums, but Lestat doesn’t seem to mind, licking into his mouth noisily.

“Hnhh,” he keens, weak in the knees as Louis licks a long, fat stripe up the underside of his dick.

“Such a treat, Daniel. Louis is terribly good with his mouth.” Lestat purrs into his ear, stroking the sides of his neck. Daniel makes another unintelligible sound. “You’ve rendered him speechless, mon cher.” Louis grips Lestat’s thigh in recognition of the praise, too preoccupied with the dick in his mouth to do much else.

Lestat noses down his neck, moving Daniel’s head whichever way he prefers, molding him into position like he’s putty in his hands. And right now? Daniel would do whatever he wanted just to stay caught between them like this forever.

Blunt teeth scrape at his skin, teasing little bites that do nothing more than make him burn with desire. “Les - hah - Lestat,” he pants, overcome. “Bite me, god, someone bite me, please.”

“Oh, but Daniel, you’ve just fed. We wouldn’t want that to go to waste.” Lestat nips at his ear, still without fangs. He laughs breathily when Daniel whines. He’d be embarrassed if he had even half a mind to think objectively about this whole experience. As it is, his brain is purely focused on the pound of blood throbbing through his entire being. He feels like he’s one pulsing mess of blood and desire.

He claims Lestat’s mouth again, needing something to do with his lips other than beg to be bitten. His head is spinning with how damn good it is. He’d said Louis was great with his mouth; but nothing about how talented he is with his own tongue. He’s hit with a wave of understanding. This is why Louis kept coming back.

Daniel grips him tight to his body, sliding one hand under his shirt, the other wiggling down the back of his leather pants. He’s licking incessantly into him, getting spit everywhere, their lips sliding together hot and slick. His composure finally broken, Lestat whines into his mouth, rutting into his hip.

Even through the layers of clothing, he can feel the hard length of him. Damn. Daniel spurs him on with the hand on his ass, encouraging him to rock forward in a dirty grind. Lestat pulls away from his mouth with a frustrated sound, a string of saliva connecting their lips. They all watch it snap.

Louis hums, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure zinging up his spine. He slides off Daniel’s dick, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. It comes away wet, tinged with pink. “Feeling a little left out, Les?”

He keeps one hand on Daniel as the three of them work to get Lestat’s pants low enough to free his cock. Daniel barely gets a glimpse of the blood-fat length of him before Louis wraps his other hand around it, still wet with the slick from Daniel’s own dick.

“Ffffuck, you’re so -” is all he can say, collapsing into Lestat as Louis jerks them in tandem.

Daniel’s orgasm builds in him fast and hot, fucking into Louis’ fist arrhythmically. Shattered-sounding moans escape him until the wave crests and he comes with a long, drawn out groan. He pants into Lestat’s mouth as it reverberates through him, hips working mindlessly. He looks down. Louis’ got Lestat’s cock in his mouth, eyes closed and Daniel’s blood-red spunk sliding down his cheek. Fuck.When Lestat comes, he bites down on Daniel’s lip. Hard.

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shhhhimwatchingthis · 4 months ago

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My favourite underrated thing about Louis de Point du Lac is that he truly is the least curious vampire to ever be made and he does not give fuck about vampires despite being one.

Its Claudia who goes to libraries, reads the folklore, tries to learn as much as she can and pushes Lestat for answers about who made him and where the others are. Claudia says Vampire Pride and Louis says hmmm Vampire Tolerance.

And Louis...truly does not care about vampire history,law, culture. He's never even thought to ask. There are vampire laws?...ok...Lestat never cared about them and he's not going to either, lol. He's broken a few and he will continue to do so. Oh you have a coven? he's not gonna join it, he's gonna do his own thing. but good for you good for you.

the 500+ year old Coven Leader, he's gonna call Louis, Maitre, actually.

He has fire powers? thats kinda cool. he'll learn that but only cause it lets him vent his feelings about Lestat.

Lestat and Armand say the name of the vampire queen in front of him and Lestat straight up says, "Louis has no idea who that is" and do you think Louis cares, outside of the fact that for some reason it means he can't kill Lestat? No! Do you think in the 77 years he's been with Armand he ever took 5 minutes to ask a follow up question? No!

Do you think he will care about Akasha in season 3? Doubt it! Outside of her obsession with Lestat, who is the only person left on the planet he seems to be able to filter Caring About This Shit through

He blatantly breaks the 3rd law and publishes a book about being a vampire and when the other vampires get pissed not only does he not apologise he literally sends them his location and says 'you wanna fight? lmao don't miss'

I love him. Daniel Molloy is gonna need to bring his A game because Louis will not be solving a single mystery next season, nor would it even occur to him to try.