Pure Imagination

@rumpotdeckhand @pileofscoundrels

The sound of children’s laughter echoed in Lestat’s dream, the bubbly giggles surrounded by the sound of a kind of music that hadn’t been invented yet and wouldn’t be for 300 years. Lestat tossed and turned in his coffin, memories of another Lestat’s life flashing behind his closed eyes.

And then in his dreams he witnessed the gruesome torment inflicted about another James by Armand. The vicious actions startled him awake, sitting up so fast he hit the lid of his coffin with his head and knocked it off completely. He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his head as he let out a shaky breath while he collected his thoughts. Until a few days ago, Lestat was content with his life, feeding and fucking as was his want.

But then he came across James Norrington…. And a vampire version of James Norrington from a future where they had fallen in love and had children together.

The memories of another life tormented him and he couldn’t escape them, especially since the emotions he was feeling weren’t entirely his own.

He startled when he heard James run into the room, clearly worried after having heard Lestat scream from his nightmares. This James was still human, still a blood doll for Lestat to feed and possibly kill if he wished. But he didn’t know what he wanted if he was being honest.

“I’m fine, James. Just a nightmare.” He whispered softly, running a hand through his blonde tresses.

Had it been someone else, perhaps James would have not believed them but there was not a trace of a lie in Lestat’s words. He shouldn’t be worshipped like this, didn’t deserve it, not really and yet he basked in all of the attention he was receiving. He just wasn’t used to it anymore.

And when his hip was grabbed, he made an effort to grind down against Lestat, following his movements, letting himself be guided. The vampire was hard underneath him, his cock feeling quite impressive too and he wanted it almost as badly as he needed those fangs.

“How convenient.” James chuckled when the oil was retrieved and he considered it for a moment, almost decided on doing it himself. Most of the time he’d gotten intimate with a man, he had done it himself. But this was not like most times, far from it. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t hasty, it wasn’t him getting it over with quickly so he could continue to hide that part of himself away from everyone else.

No, James leaned down to kiss Lestat one more time. “Please do it for me.” He whispered when he broke the kiss and leaned back slowly, spreading his legs for the stunning vampire who was so eager to have him. His own cock was hard and aching, begging for release, yearning for Lestat inside of him whether it was his cold fingers or something else but he wasn’t going to rush it regardless. “Don’t be too fast, it’s been a while.”

“Of course… I’ll be gentle.” Lestat purred with a fanged smile, helping James straddle him in the coffin so that both of them were fitting comfortably in its confines. He then kissed him deeply as he popped the oil and dripped a bit of it over two of his fingers. He curled his fingers inward so his claws wouldn’t hurt James in any way as he slowly started to rub at his entrance, pushing in a bit with his knuckles.

“Relax Mon Cher…. Let yourself feel it.” His voice was like velvet as he moved his kisses down to James’s throat again and he finally pushed both fingers inside, beginning the slow yet pleasurable process of finger fucking James to open him up.

@rumpotdeckhand @pileofscoundrels

The sound of children’s laughter echoed in Lestat’s dream, the bubbly giggles surrounded by the sound of a kind of music that hadn’t been invented yet and wouldn’t be for 300 years. Lestat tossed and turned in his coffin, memories of another Lestat’s life flashing behind his closed eyes.

And then in his dreams he witnessed the gruesome torment inflicted about another James by Armand. The vicious actions startled him awake, sitting up so fast he hit the lid of his coffin with his head and knocked it off completely. He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his head as he let out a shaky breath while he collected his thoughts. Until a few days ago, Lestat was content with his life, feeding and fucking as was his want.

But then he came across James Norrington…. And a vampire version of James Norrington from a future where they had fallen in love and had children together.

The memories of another life tormented him and he couldn’t escape them, especially since the emotions he was feeling weren’t entirely his own.

He startled when he heard James run into the room, clearly worried after having heard Lestat scream from his nightmares. This James was still human, still a blood doll for Lestat to feed and possibly kill if he wished. But he didn’t know what he wanted if he was being honest.

“I’m fine, James. Just a nightmare.” He whispered softly, running a hand through his blonde tresses.

His future self being brought up in a moment like this was… strange to say the very least. Because the whole damn situation in and of itself was rather strange to begin with but especially because he found himself to miss him very much. That version of himself, the man he would become. The man he had somehow become attached to despite it being himself. It was really depressing in a way.

And of course it didn’t help that Lestat’s fangs on his neck still very much reminded him of his first bite, the thrill he’d felt, the obsession that had followed and it hadn’t been Lestat’s teeth against his skin then. Memories of both sets of fangs were mashing together in his mind, blending into one.

No, James closed his eyes for a moment, he couldn’t think of himself right now. Not like this, not with Lestat’s hands on him, making him moan in pleasure and sending shivers down his spine. “Mhm, yes, everything for you.” The vampire’s icy hands were slowly but surely driving him insane however and he grew more impatient by the second. “Only you.” Not Elizabeth, not Sparrow, not anyone he’d found on the god forsaken island calling itself Tortuga.

“I need all of you, I need you inside me.” James made an attempt to push down his trousers fully then even if it was a little awkward considering the position they found themselves in, inside of that coffin but he eventually managed to strip naked, showing off his very much alive, flawed, human body.

James bore scars from battles he lost, just as he’d lost his once marvelous physique to alcohol and a less than stellar diet in the past few months of drinking and bar fights. It made him feel embarrassed, even if he was almost certain that Lestat would look at him with awe in his eyes regardless, would worship him just as James did the stunning vampire.

Lestat pulled back to stare in awe at the man, his ice blue eyes looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat. And frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Perfect…. Sheer utter perfection.” He breathed, stripping himself of his own trousers before claiming James’s mouth once more, pulling him down on top of him to kiss him deeper and harder. In the midst of this make out session, Lestat reached over to a small hidden compartment in his coffin, opening it to reveal his emergency bottle of oil he kept there for just this kind of situation. When he pulled back, he gave James a lustful smile before grabbing one of his lover’s hips and grinding him down against his own. At this point, Lestat’s erection was at full mast and aching between his thighs, and he was determined to show James what he wanted. Lestat’s cock was surprisingly decent despite his short stature, definitely atleast 7 or 8 inches and thick enough to support it, he certainly hoped James would enjoy it.

“Would you like me to open you up or would you prefer doing it yourself?” He asked, offering James the oil as he kept grinding up against him.

@rumpotdeckhand @pileofscoundrels

The sound of children’s laughter echoed in Lestat’s dream, the bubbly giggles surrounded by the sound of a kind of music that hadn’t been invented yet and wouldn’t be for 300 years. Lestat tossed and turned in his coffin, memories of another Lestat’s life flashing behind his closed eyes.

And then in his dreams he witnessed the gruesome torment inflicted about another James by Armand. The vicious actions startled him awake, sitting up so fast he hit the lid of his coffin with his head and knocked it off completely. He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his head as he let out a shaky breath while he collected his thoughts. Until a few days ago, Lestat was content with his life, feeding and fucking as was his want.

But then he came across James Norrington…. And a vampire version of James Norrington from a future where they had fallen in love and had children together.

The memories of another life tormented him and he couldn’t escape them, especially since the emotions he was feeling weren’t entirely his own.

He startled when he heard James run into the room, clearly worried after having heard Lestat scream from his nightmares. This James was still human, still a blood doll for Lestat to feed and possibly kill if he wished. But he didn’t know what he wanted if he was being honest.

“I’m fine, James. Just a nightmare.” He whispered softly, running a hand through his blonde tresses.

Those fangs against his fragile skin, dragging down his throat, not quite breaking the surface, it was too much but not nearly enough all at the same time. It was perfect, they were perfect together. “I can’t believe I…” It was hard trying to form proper sentences with Lestat’s mouth against his skin, driving him mad with lust and desire. “I can’t believe I tried to trick fate into ripping this away from us.” 

They’d only been together for a few days but he already found it hard to believe that he could possibly exist without the vampire in his life. James wasn’t one to beg, at least he’d believed so up until his first run in with a bloodsucker. He found himself pathetically begging rather often ever since. But none of that mattered right now.

“Yes.” He agreed eagerly. “Yes please, touch me. I want it more than anything, please.” It had been so long since he’d felt that kind of closeness, if ever. And it had usually been him asking those questions. But it was so nice to have someone he could give himself over to completey. “Take me, make me yours.” It was merely a whisper, it terrified him, how willing he was to give himself up for someone he just met. Someone who would inevitably be the death of him.

“Technically you didn’t, future you did.” Lestat teased, his hand now groping James harder through his pants, “you’re already so hard for me, Mon Cher…. You want me so badly, it feels like it hurts.” Lestat chuckled and kept groping him, continuously licking the blood dripping from James’s neck wound.

He then started kissing down his chest as he slowly pushed his hand under the waistband of James’s trousers, his ice cold hand taking hold of James’s hot aching length.

“Mmmmm…. So warm… so perfect for me.” He whispered, his thumb rubbing at the leaking slit where precum was beading at the tip.

@slicinggazelle

“Eggsy? What kind of a name is Eggsy?” Constance giggled as she sat beside the handsome man. She was out partying at a local nightclub after one of the Vampire Arsenal’s concerts, drinking and enjoying herself to her hearts content. It was at this nightclub that she ran into Eggsy and she was hypnotized by his personality and his accent. Of course, little did Eggsy know that Constance was Gazelle’s daughter, as he was hypnotized by her as well.

“Oi, don’t make fun of it! It’s my name!” He responded with a smirk, sipping on his drink as he watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck running into this stunning woman.

The two of them talked for hours on end until Constance had to leave, but of course they got each other’s numbers. They kept up with each other for weeks, texting any chance they could get, and Constance was really starting to fall for him.

And of course, one night after a particularly successful concert and a lot of drinking, they spent the night together. And Constance couldn’t be happier.

So in the morning when she returned to the tour bus smelling like Eggsy Unwin, completely unaware of his relationship to her mother, she was a bit surprised to see Gazelle’s confused expression.

“What’s with the face, mom?” Constance asked, taking a bite out of the bagel she’d made for herself.

Gazelle had gotten better with her vampiric abilities. She had discussed her mindreading with her children, but they were all used to Lestat's at this point. Supernatural abilities weren't needed to know her daughter had met someone.

Constance had been so happy. Whoever it was clearly good for her. Gazelle had made sure not to pry. She knew they would meet eventually; little did she know the man already knew her.

It was the scent that raised her alarm. Gazelle's hands moved to her blades as she searched it out. "I am smelling an enemy of the family. I do not know how he could have gotten in, but we..."

A few flashes of memory were picked up from her daughter's mind. Gazelle stilled as she processed what she was seeing. "Constance, why do you know Eggsy?"

Constance froze when she felt her mom poking around in her head, lifting her mental shields immediately and scoffing.

“Mom what did I tell you about digging into my kind without asking!” She protested, “And I met him at a bar a few months ago, we just clicked really well. How do you know him is the question, cuz it seems like you do.”

"I know. I apologize for that, but this is important." Gazelle took her daughter's hand. "That man is dangerous. He will stop at nothing to come after our family I don't know what he is planning, but you have to stop all contact."

Eggsy had gone too far this time. His plan involved her daughter. She was going to have to put a stop to it.

Constance was immediately confused.

“Dangerous? Mom, Eggsy is the farthest thing from dangerous! Hell, he’s protected me from a few creeps in the past. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less our family!” She protested, pulling her hand away from her mother’s grasp, “He doesn’t even know I’m half vampire and I can easily wipe his mind if he figures it out. He’s not dangerous!”

Gazelle let her go, but stayed just as serious. "That man has hunted me for years, from before I was turned." She clenched her hand a little. "He will do anything; I have seen his stubborn ruthlessness first hand." Her hands moved down to her stomach, eyes unable to look at her daughter.

“What?!” Constance scoffed again, “Mom I… I don’t understand, how is that possible?” She was even more confused now than before. And of course, the universe seemed to have perfect timing, as her phone began to ring on the table and it was Eggsy calling. Unfortunately for Constance, Gazelle was faster and grabbed her phone before she could get it.

“Good mornin Connie, my darlin. Just wanted to check in and see how you were feeling this morning after last night. You certainly left a mark on me, several actually.” Eggsy chuckled over the phone when Gazelle picked it up and Constance immediately started trying to get it back.

It would be difficult to explain. There was a lot that would have to be told in order to give full context to her relationship with Eggsy. She didn't have time to even begin before the phone rang.

Picking it up was instinctive, usually getting word from the crew. His voice sent a chill through her. He sounded light and almost flirty- a clear manipulation as far as she could figure.

A growl came from her throat before she could even think of holding it back. "I do not know what game you are playing Eggsy, but it is stopping now."

Eggsy froze on the other side of the phone, his voice quieting and becoming dangerous.

“Gazelle, why do you have my girlfriend’s phone? What have you done with her?” He snarled and Constance continued following her mother around, trying to get the phone back.

“MOM PLEASE! LET ME TALK TO HIM!” She shouted desperately.

"I have not done-" The shout cut off the rest of what she was going to say. Gazelle sighed before turning to face her daughter. "I swear, if you do anything, there is no one who will be able to hold me back."

She held the phone out to her daughter. "I trust you to handle this." Everyone in her family had her trust. It was Eggsy that she had a problem with.

Constance snatched the phone back immediately, cutting her mom a harsh glare as she put the phone to her ear.

“Eggsy, I am so so sorry about that, my mom grabbed the phone before I could answer.” She explained and Eggsy paused.

“Wait, your mom? That was your mom?”

“Yeah, she’s kinda overprotective sometimes, I’m so sorry.”

“Connie, baby, you never told me your mom was a bloody terrorist!” Eggsy said in shock and Constance paused.

“A terrorist?! Eggsy my mom is not a terrorist!” She scoffed, confused and concerned now and also knowing full well that Gazelle could hear Eggsy with her vampire hearing.

“Constance, you need to ask your mom about a guy named Valentine. She used to work for him-“

“As his bodyguard I know, she already told me about him.” She interrupted him and Eggsy paused again as a few more wheels in his brain began to turn.

“Wait…. So if Gazelle is your mom, you know she’s a vampire as well right?”

“Eggsy, what the hell is going on?! How do you know all this shit?” She then glanced over at Gazelle, putting the phone on speakerphone and putting it on the table so they could all hear, “Someone better start explaining because I am extremely confused.”

Gazelle stayed quiet as they talked. She could hear every word that was exchanged. Her gaze stayed on the table and she made sure to keep out of Constance's mind.

She didn't expect that the phone would be put on speaker. The vampire centered herself, knowing this wouldn't be an easy conversation. "As I told you before, Eggsy and I have a history. From even before I was turned by your father."

“What do you mean by HISTORY, mom?” Constance demanded before Eggsy spoke up.

“Woah wait hang on, she said your father. Your father is Stacee Jaxx right? Is he your biological one?” Eggsy asked and Constance furrowed her brown in confusion.

“Yeah but what does that have to do with anything? Why does him being my biological father have any relation to what we’re talking about?” She replied and she swore she heard Eggsy gag over the phone.

“Connie… that would make you only about 7 years old. Oh my god, am I a bloody pedophile?! How is that even possible, that doesn’t make-“ He then paused and let out a heavy sigh, “You’re half vampire…. You’re a dhampir…. Of course you age fast.”

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!?” Constance screamed, demanding answers, but Eggsy went silent over the phone.

Lestat smiled against his husband’s skin, chuckling lightly at his words.

“I can tear it off you, if you’d prefer.” He teased, “Although what I’d prefer right now is to take your cock down my throat and make you be the singer for once.” Lestat slowly lowered to his knees, pushing James backwards against the closet and running his glassy claws down James’s lower abdomen. He pushed his shirt up ever so slightly to get access to his skin, placing wet open mouthed kisses to the spot just below his belly button.

James leaned back against the wall, reaching down to run his fingers through Lestat's beautiful hair. " Darling, do you think you've adequate time before your show? Would hate for you to be late to your own performance. " He coos, playfully.. knowing Lestat loves to play dangerously.

" But when have I ever been able to deny you anything, least off all my body.. " he motions with a hand, shivering from the open mouth kisses down his belly. " Consider me your amusement park. "

“I have enough time to bring you pleasure, which in turn, brings me pleasure.” Lestat smiled, moving his kisses to the front of James’s trousers, licking and sucking at the fabric, wanting to get it soaking wet with his saliva so James could feel it.

“Choking on your cock is one of my absolute favorite things in the world.” He breathed, “I love it when you pull my hair and use my throat as your fucktoy…” Lestat turned the dirty talk up to 11, knowing just how much James enjoyed it. He then slowly undid James’s pants, wanting to tease his lover even more.

“I have enough time to bring you pleasure, which in turn, brings me pleasure.” ....

James shivered, oh that vulgar mouth of his got a sass back . " I must say, your choice of words is as bold as your fashion sense.

Lestat growled lustfully when James tangled his fist in his hair, finally undoing his belt and his pants. When he pulled his cock out, Lestat hummed deep in his chest and slowly ran his hand along its full length.

“So beautiful, if I could worship at the temple of your cock, I would.” He smiled, glancing up at James through his lashes. His eyes were coated with eyeliner, making his ice blue eyes even more prominent as he slowly ran his tongue along James’s shaft.

And then he took it all the way into his mouth, maintaining eye contact as long as he could until it hit the back of his throat. Lestat sucked hard then, humming around James’s cock and wanting to hear him moan.

@rumpotdeckhand @pileofscoundrels

The sound of children’s laughter echoed in Lestat’s dream, the bubbly giggles surrounded by the sound of a kind of music that hadn’t been invented yet and wouldn’t be for 300 years. Lestat tossed and turned in his coffin, memories of another Lestat’s life flashing behind his closed eyes.

And then in his dreams he witnessed the gruesome torment inflicted about another James by Armand. The vicious actions startled him awake, sitting up so fast he hit the lid of his coffin with his head and knocked it off completely. He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his head as he let out a shaky breath while he collected his thoughts. Until a few days ago, Lestat was content with his life, feeding and fucking as was his want.

But then he came across James Norrington…. And a vampire version of James Norrington from a future where they had fallen in love and had children together.

The memories of another life tormented him and he couldn’t escape them, especially since the emotions he was feeling weren’t entirely his own.

He startled when he heard James run into the room, clearly worried after having heard Lestat scream from his nightmares. This James was still human, still a blood doll for Lestat to feed and possibly kill if he wished. But he didn’t know what he wanted if he was being honest.

“I’m fine, James. Just a nightmare.” He whispered softly, running a hand through his blonde tresses.

“And I-” He mumbled into the kiss as best as he could. “blame you for that.”   It was true, his heart was racing with a mixture of excitement and just a little bit of fear as well. Fear of the unknown, of getting attached. Of losing himself. Not even a second had passed after Lestat’s shirt was unbuttoned, when James already found himself touching the vampire’s cold chest, stroking it, exploring flawless, pale skin. 

But he didn’t get very far when a tongue touched the bite marks suddenly. He froze for a moment, unable to keep that very stupidly desperate thought to himself. Do it, please. Even if he knew better, even if it was too dangerous now. Please. 

“I don’t…” James barely managed to supress a moan. “I don’t feel like the sun…” His light had been watered down by cheap rum and heartbreak. And yet it felt so good to be wanted again. Don’t stop. It didn’t take long for him to give up on trying to hold back, with every touch of Lestat’s tongue, he felt himself give in more, moaning, fingers digging into the icy skin, arching his neck as far as he could. More.

“You may not feel like it, but you absolutely taste like it.” Lestat purred, “Your blood has a certain buzz to it, a gentle hum under your skin that tastes like pure sunlight.” He explained, loving the way James dug his nails into his back. Lestat started dragging his fangs down James’s throat, not biting him all together but certainly scratching him.

“I’m so glad our lives are connected like this.” He whispered, sucking a massive hickey onto James’s pale skin, making sure it would be visible the next day, “So perfect…. So beautiful…” His voice was low and soft and he couldn’t stand how amazing James was.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He whispered with a smile, wanting to know how desperately James wanted him.

Lestat smiled against his husband’s skin, chuckling lightly at his words.

“I can tear it off you, if you’d prefer.” He teased, “Although what I’d prefer right now is to take your cock down my throat and make you be the singer for once.” Lestat slowly lowered to his knees, pushing James backwards against the closet and running his glassy claws down James’s lower abdomen. He pushed his shirt up ever so slightly to get access to his skin, placing wet open mouthed kisses to the spot just below his belly button.

James leaned back against the wall, reaching down to run his fingers through Lestat's beautiful hair. " Darling, do you think you've adequate time before your show? Would hate for you to be late to your own performance. " He coos, playfully.. knowing Lestat loves to play dangerously.

" But when have I ever been able to deny you anything, least off all my body.. " he motions with a hand, shivering from the open mouth kisses down his belly. " Consider me your amusement park. "

“I have enough time to bring you pleasure, which in turn, brings me pleasure.” Lestat smiled, moving his kisses to the front of James’s trousers, licking and sucking at the fabric, wanting to get it soaking wet with his saliva so James could feel it.

“Choking on your cock is one of my absolute favorite things in the world.” He breathed, “I love it when you pull my hair and use my throat as your fucktoy…” Lestat turned the dirty talk up to 11, knowing just how much James enjoyed it. He then slowly undid James’s pants, wanting to tease his lover even more.

@rumpotdeckhand @pileofscoundrels

The sound of children’s laughter echoed in Lestat’s dream, the bubbly giggles surrounded by the sound of a kind of music that hadn’t been invented yet and wouldn’t be for 300 years. Lestat tossed and turned in his coffin, memories of another Lestat’s life flashing behind his closed eyes.

And then in his dreams he witnessed the gruesome torment inflicted about another James by Armand. The vicious actions startled him awake, sitting up so fast he hit the lid of his coffin with his head and knocked it off completely. He grumbled in pain, rubbing at his head as he let out a shaky breath while he collected his thoughts. Until a few days ago, Lestat was content with his life, feeding and fucking as was his want.

But then he came across James Norrington…. And a vampire version of James Norrington from a future where they had fallen in love and had children together.

The memories of another life tormented him and he couldn’t escape them, especially since the emotions he was feeling weren’t entirely his own.

He startled when he heard James run into the room, clearly worried after having heard Lestat scream from his nightmares. This James was still human, still a blood doll for Lestat to feed and possibly kill if he wished. But he didn’t know what he wanted if he was being honest.

“I’m fine, James. Just a nightmare.” He whispered softly, running a hand through his blonde tresses.

Lestat tasted like blood.

Like his blood, just like James most likely tasted like alcohol. It was a taste he knew, a taste that he found almost comforting. Too comforting. And yet he was certain that he hadn’t been charmed, was much too aware of himself for that but he didn’t object when Lestat fully pulled him into the coffin either.

He never would.

No, he let the vampire do so eagerly and when a hand found itself in his hair, he intensified his kissing even more, applying more pressure with his hips. Perhaps Lestat had found memories of him liking it, maybe it was pure luck but he didn’t dare to object either way.

His mind was still hazy from the bite, filled with a specific need he found himself unable to name. He needed Lestat, he needed his fangs, his body, his lust and his love. He needed everything all at once. And just like he needed everything, he’d give everything. Lestat would take it without hesitation, he was sure of it.

“Have me, taste me, make me yours.” James’ mind was running wild, thinking of all these things so very intensely, hoping that the vampire would listen and still could make sense of his tornado of emotions. The only time he allowed himself to break the kiss was to pull off his loose shirt, revealing flawed human skin beneath. Scarred, tanned, a little thinner than he used to be and so very unlike Lestat, who was cold and flawless and beautiful. 

Lestat whined softly when James pulled away, watching him strip himself of his shirt and his eyes widened in awe. He felt himself panting with breath he didn’t need, sitting up ever so slightly to run one of his cold hands down James’s chest.

“Mon Dieu…. Magnifique.... tu es si belle...” Lestat purred, his hand stopping to rest over his heart, his ice blue eyes meeting James’s green ones immediately after, “Your heart is racing like there’s a hummingbird in your chest… I love it.” He smiled, leaning up and claiming his mouth once more. Lestat managed to keep kissing him as he unbuttoned his own shirt with one hand. He then moved his kisses down James’s neck, sticking the tip of his tongue in the holes he’d left on the man’s throat.

“You taste like sunlight…” He whispered, his hand then reaching down to grope James’s cock through his trousers, squeezing him gently as he continued to tongue the wound.

@slicinggazelle

“Eggsy? What kind of a name is Eggsy?” Constance giggled as she sat beside the handsome man. She was out partying at a local nightclub after one of the Vampire Arsenal’s concerts, drinking and enjoying herself to her hearts content. It was at this nightclub that she ran into Eggsy and she was hypnotized by his personality and his accent. Of course, little did Eggsy know that Constance was Gazelle’s daughter, as he was hypnotized by her as well.

“Oi, don’t make fun of it! It’s my name!” He responded with a smirk, sipping on his drink as he watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck running into this stunning woman.

The two of them talked for hours on end until Constance had to leave, but of course they got each other’s numbers. They kept up with each other for weeks, texting any chance they could get, and Constance was really starting to fall for him.

And of course, one night after a particularly successful concert and a lot of drinking, they spent the night together. And Constance couldn’t be happier.

So in the morning when she returned to the tour bus smelling like Eggsy Unwin, completely unaware of his relationship to her mother, she was a bit surprised to see Gazelle’s confused expression.

“What’s with the face, mom?” Constance asked, taking a bite out of the bagel she’d made for herself.

Gazelle had gotten better with her vampiric abilities. She had discussed her mindreading with her children, but they were all used to Lestat's at this point. Supernatural abilities weren't needed to know her daughter had met someone.

Constance had been so happy. Whoever it was clearly good for her. Gazelle had made sure not to pry. She knew they would meet eventually; little did she know the man already knew her.

It was the scent that raised her alarm. Gazelle's hands moved to her blades as she searched it out. "I am smelling an enemy of the family. I do not know how he could have gotten in, but we..."

A few flashes of memory were picked up from her daughter's mind. Gazelle stilled as she processed what she was seeing. "Constance, why do you know Eggsy?"

Constance froze when she felt her mom poking around in her head, lifting her mental shields immediately and scoffing.

“Mom what did I tell you about digging into my kind without asking!” She protested, “And I met him at a bar a few months ago, we just clicked really well. How do you know him is the question, cuz it seems like you do.”

"I know. I apologize for that, but this is important." Gazelle took her daughter's hand. "That man is dangerous. He will stop at nothing to come after our family I don't know what he is planning, but you have to stop all contact."

Eggsy had gone too far this time. His plan involved her daughter. She was going to have to put a stop to it.

Constance was immediately confused.

“Dangerous? Mom, Eggsy is the farthest thing from dangerous! Hell, he’s protected me from a few creeps in the past. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less our family!” She protested, pulling her hand away from her mother’s grasp, “He doesn’t even know I’m half vampire and I can easily wipe his mind if he figures it out. He’s not dangerous!”

Gazelle let her go, but stayed just as serious. "That man has hunted me for years, from before I was turned." She clenched her hand a little. "He will do anything; I have seen his stubborn ruthlessness first hand." Her hands moved down to her stomach, eyes unable to look at her daughter.

“What?!” Constance scoffed again, “Mom I… I don’t understand, how is that possible?” She was even more confused now than before. And of course, the universe seemed to have perfect timing, as her phone began to ring on the table and it was Eggsy calling. Unfortunately for Constance, Gazelle was faster and grabbed her phone before she could get it.

“Good mornin Connie, my darlin. Just wanted to check in and see how you were feeling this morning after last night. You certainly left a mark on me, several actually.” Eggsy chuckled over the phone when Gazelle picked it up and Constance immediately started trying to get it back.

It would be difficult to explain. There was a lot that would have to be told in order to give full context to her relationship with Eggsy. She didn't have time to even begin before the phone rang.

Picking it up was instinctive, usually getting word from the crew. His voice sent a chill through her. He sounded light and almost flirty- a clear manipulation as far as she could figure.

A growl came from her throat before she could even think of holding it back. "I do not know what game you are playing Eggsy, but it is stopping now."

Eggsy froze on the other side of the phone, his voice quieting and becoming dangerous.

“Gazelle, why do you have my girlfriend’s phone? What have you done with her?” He snarled and Constance continued following her mother around, trying to get the phone back.

“MOM PLEASE! LET ME TALK TO HIM!” She shouted desperately.

"I have not done-" The shout cut off the rest of what she was going to say. Gazelle sighed before turning to face her daughter. "I swear, if you do anything, there is no one who will be able to hold me back."

She held the phone out to her daughter. "I trust you to handle this." Everyone in her family had her trust. It was Eggsy that she had a problem with.

Constance snatched the phone back immediately, cutting her mom a harsh glare as she put the phone to her ear.

“Eggsy, I am so so sorry about that, my mom grabbed the phone before I could answer.” She explained and Eggsy paused.

“Wait, your mom? That was your mom?”

“Yeah, she’s kinda overprotective sometimes, I’m so sorry.”

“Connie, baby, you never told me your mom was a bloody terrorist!” Eggsy said in shock and Constance paused.

“A terrorist?! Eggsy my mom is not a terrorist!” She scoffed, confused and concerned now and also knowing full well that Gazelle could hear Eggsy with her vampire hearing.

“Constance, you need to ask your mom about a guy named Valentine. She used to work for him-“

“As his bodyguard I know, she already told me about him.” She interrupted him and Eggsy paused again as a few more wheels in his brain began to turn.

“Wait…. So if Gazelle is your mom, you know she’s a vampire as well right?”

“Eggsy, what the hell is going on?! How do you know all this shit?” She then glanced over at Gazelle, putting the phone on speakerphone and putting it on the table so they could all hear, “Someone better start explaining because I am extremely confused.”

@slicinggazelle

“Eggsy? What kind of a name is Eggsy?” Constance giggled as she sat beside the handsome man. She was out partying at a local nightclub after one of the Vampire Arsenal’s concerts, drinking and enjoying herself to her hearts content. It was at this nightclub that she ran into Eggsy and she was hypnotized by his personality and his accent. Of course, little did Eggsy know that Constance was Gazelle’s daughter, as he was hypnotized by her as well.

“Oi, don’t make fun of it! It’s my name!” He responded with a smirk, sipping on his drink as he watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck running into this stunning woman.

The two of them talked for hours on end until Constance had to leave, but of course they got each other’s numbers. They kept up with each other for weeks, texting any chance they could get, and Constance was really starting to fall for him.

And of course, one night after a particularly successful concert and a lot of drinking, they spent the night together. And Constance couldn’t be happier.

So in the morning when she returned to the tour bus smelling like Eggsy Unwin, completely unaware of his relationship to her mother, she was a bit surprised to see Gazelle’s confused expression.

“What’s with the face, mom?” Constance asked, taking a bite out of the bagel she’d made for herself.

Gazelle had gotten better with her vampiric abilities. She had discussed her mindreading with her children, but they were all used to Lestat's at this point. Supernatural abilities weren't needed to know her daughter had met someone.

Constance had been so happy. Whoever it was clearly good for her. Gazelle had made sure not to pry. She knew they would meet eventually; little did she know the man already knew her.

It was the scent that raised her alarm. Gazelle's hands moved to her blades as she searched it out. "I am smelling an enemy of the family. I do not know how he could have gotten in, but we..."

A few flashes of memory were picked up from her daughter's mind. Gazelle stilled as she processed what she was seeing. "Constance, why do you know Eggsy?"

Constance froze when she felt her mom poking around in her head, lifting her mental shields immediately and scoffing.

“Mom what did I tell you about digging into my kind without asking!” She protested, “And I met him at a bar a few months ago, we just clicked really well. How do you know him is the question, cuz it seems like you do.”

"I know. I apologize for that, but this is important." Gazelle took her daughter's hand. "That man is dangerous. He will stop at nothing to come after our family I don't know what he is planning, but you have to stop all contact."

Eggsy had gone too far this time. His plan involved her daughter. She was going to have to put a stop to it.

Constance was immediately confused.

“Dangerous? Mom, Eggsy is the farthest thing from dangerous! Hell, he’s protected me from a few creeps in the past. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less our family!” She protested, pulling her hand away from her mother’s grasp, “He doesn’t even know I’m half vampire and I can easily wipe his mind if he figures it out. He’s not dangerous!”

Gazelle let her go, but stayed just as serious. "That man has hunted me for years, from before I was turned." She clenched her hand a little. "He will do anything; I have seen his stubborn ruthlessness first hand." Her hands moved down to her stomach, eyes unable to look at her daughter.

“What?!” Constance scoffed again, “Mom I… I don’t understand, how is that possible?” She was even more confused now than before. And of course, the universe seemed to have perfect timing, as her phone began to ring on the table and it was Eggsy calling. Unfortunately for Constance, Gazelle was faster and grabbed her phone before she could get it.

“Good mornin Connie, my darlin. Just wanted to check in and see how you were feeling this morning after last night. You certainly left a mark on me, several actually.” Eggsy chuckled over the phone when Gazelle picked it up and Constance immediately started trying to get it back.

It would be difficult to explain. There was a lot that would have to be told in order to give full context to her relationship with Eggsy. She didn't have time to even begin before the phone rang.

Picking it up was instinctive, usually getting word from the crew. His voice sent a chill through her. He sounded light and almost flirty- a clear manipulation as far as she could figure.

A growl came from her throat before she could even think of holding it back. "I do not know what game you are playing Eggsy, but it is stopping now."

Eggsy froze on the other side of the phone, his voice quieting and becoming dangerous.

“Gazelle, why do you have my girlfriend’s phone? What have you done with her?” He snarled and Constance continued following her mother around, trying to get the phone back.

“MOM PLEASE! LET ME TALK TO HIM!” She shouted desperately.

Lestat hummed and smiled when James kissed him, wrapping his leather clad arms around his husband’s shoulders. He deepened the kiss, softly licking the inside of James’s mouth as a bit of a tease before one of his hands tangled in James’s hair. He stepped even closer, slotting one of his legs between James’s to get some leverage, feeling his undead blood begin to warm with arousal.

“And you know exactly what to do to me with that voice of yours… hell, you’ve talked me to orgasm before without ever even touching me.” He laughed softly, whimpering a bit when he breathed in James’s scent, “You know, I noticed the new shirt by the way. You thought I probably wouldn’t notice since it’s similar to many of your other ones, but I definitely noticed.” He purred, moving his mouth closer to James’s ear, “Wanna know how I noticed?”

“Because it made your arms so much more defined and it’s made me want to make love to you all damn day.” He admitted with a dark smile.

A low groan escaped James' lips as Lestat's hand tangled in his hair, their movements becoming more urgent and passionate. The leg between his own added an intoxicating friction that sent sparks of pleasure through his body, reminding him of the depth of their connection.

A playful smirk curved James' lips as Lestat whispered in his ear, the warmth of his breath sending delightful tingles down his neck. "Oh, I am well aware of the power of my voice over you, my love," he whispered back, his voice husky with desire. "It has always been one of my ost potent weapons."

Lestat's warm breath tickled his ear as he whispered, sending a delicious shiver down James' spine. "You always notice the subtle changes, don't you?" he murmured, a hint of a playful smirk playing on his lips at the mention of his shirt. " Enlighten me.. " he coos when Lestat asked if he wanted to know how he knew. And James chuckled. " And here I thought it was because it was the only one you've not yet torn from me.. " he mused, grinding up against him.

James leaned in closer to Lestat, his voice a soft, almost pleading whisper. "Then ravish me, my darling," he murmured, the vulnerability evident in his words. "I crave you around me, the warmth of our embrace. Let us forget the world for a while and simply be together, lost in the solace of our love." His plea carried a mix of longing and tenderness, a deep yearning to feel Lestat's strong arms enveloping him, providing a sanctuary from the tumultuous outside world.

Lestat smiled against his husband’s skin, chuckling lightly at his words.

“I can tear it off you, if you’d prefer.” He teased, “Although what I’d prefer right now is to take your cock down my throat and make you be the singer for once.” Lestat slowly lowered to his knees, pushing James backwards against the closet and running his glassy claws down James’s lower abdomen. He pushed his shirt up ever so slightly to get access to his skin, placing wet open mouthed kisses to the spot just below his belly button.

@slicinggazelle

“Eggsy? What kind of a name is Eggsy?” Constance giggled as she sat beside the handsome man. She was out partying at a local nightclub after one of the Vampire Arsenal’s concerts, drinking and enjoying herself to her hearts content. It was at this nightclub that she ran into Eggsy and she was hypnotized by his personality and his accent. Of course, little did Eggsy know that Constance was Gazelle’s daughter, as he was hypnotized by her as well.

“Oi, don’t make fun of it! It’s my name!” He responded with a smirk, sipping on his drink as he watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck running into this stunning woman.

The two of them talked for hours on end until Constance had to leave, but of course they got each other’s numbers. They kept up with each other for weeks, texting any chance they could get, and Constance was really starting to fall for him.

And of course, one night after a particularly successful concert and a lot of drinking, they spent the night together. And Constance couldn’t be happier.

So in the morning when she returned to the tour bus smelling like Eggsy Unwin, completely unaware of his relationship to her mother, she was a bit surprised to see Gazelle’s confused expression.

“What’s with the face, mom?” Constance asked, taking a bite out of the bagel she’d made for herself.

Gazelle had gotten better with her vampiric abilities. She had discussed her mindreading with her children, but they were all used to Lestat's at this point. Supernatural abilities weren't needed to know her daughter had met someone.

Constance had been so happy. Whoever it was clearly good for her. Gazelle had made sure not to pry. She knew they would meet eventually; little did she know the man already knew her.

It was the scent that raised her alarm. Gazelle's hands moved to her blades as she searched it out. "I am smelling an enemy of the family. I do not know how he could have gotten in, but we..."

A few flashes of memory were picked up from her daughter's mind. Gazelle stilled as she processed what she was seeing. "Constance, why do you know Eggsy?"

Constance froze when she felt her mom poking around in her head, lifting her mental shields immediately and scoffing.

“Mom what did I tell you about digging into my kind without asking!” She protested, “And I met him at a bar a few months ago, we just clicked really well. How do you know him is the question, cuz it seems like you do.”

"I know. I apologize for that, but this is important." Gazelle took her daughter's hand. "That man is dangerous. He will stop at nothing to come after our family I don't know what he is planning, but you have to stop all contact."

Eggsy had gone too far this time. His plan involved her daughter. She was going to have to put a stop to it.

Constance was immediately confused.

“Dangerous? Mom, Eggsy is the farthest thing from dangerous! Hell, he’s protected me from a few creeps in the past. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less our family!” She protested, pulling her hand away from her mother’s grasp, “He doesn’t even know I’m half vampire and I can easily wipe his mind if he figures it out. He’s not dangerous!”

Gazelle let her go, but stayed just as serious. "That man has hunted me for years, from before I was turned." She clenched her hand a little. "He will do anything; I have seen his stubborn ruthlessness first hand." Her hands moved down to her stomach, eyes unable to look at her daughter.

“What?!” Constance scoffed again, “Mom I… I don’t understand, how is that possible?” She was even more confused now than before. And of course, the universe seemed to have perfect timing, as her phone began to ring on the table and it was Eggsy calling. Unfortunately for Constance, Gazelle was faster and grabbed her phone before she could get it.

“Good mornin Connie, my darlin. Just wanted to check in and see how you were feeling this morning after last night. You certainly left a mark on me, several actually.” Eggsy chuckled over the phone when Gazelle picked it up and Constance immediately started trying to get it back.

@slicinggazelle

“Eggsy? What kind of a name is Eggsy?” Constance giggled as she sat beside the handsome man. She was out partying at a local nightclub after one of the Vampire Arsenal’s concerts, drinking and enjoying herself to her hearts content. It was at this nightclub that she ran into Eggsy and she was hypnotized by his personality and his accent. Of course, little did Eggsy know that Constance was Gazelle’s daughter, as he was hypnotized by her as well.

“Oi, don’t make fun of it! It’s my name!” He responded with a smirk, sipping on his drink as he watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck running into this stunning woman.

The two of them talked for hours on end until Constance had to leave, but of course they got each other’s numbers. They kept up with each other for weeks, texting any chance they could get, and Constance was really starting to fall for him.

And of course, one night after a particularly successful concert and a lot of drinking, they spent the night together. And Constance couldn’t be happier.

So in the morning when she returned to the tour bus smelling like Eggsy Unwin, completely unaware of his relationship to her mother, she was a bit surprised to see Gazelle’s confused expression.

“What’s with the face, mom?” Constance asked, taking a bite out of the bagel she’d made for herself.

Gazelle had gotten better with her vampiric abilities. She had discussed her mindreading with her children, but they were all used to Lestat's at this point. Supernatural abilities weren't needed to know her daughter had met someone.

Constance had been so happy. Whoever it was clearly good for her. Gazelle had made sure not to pry. She knew they would meet eventually; little did she know the man already knew her.

It was the scent that raised her alarm. Gazelle's hands moved to her blades as she searched it out. "I am smelling an enemy of the family. I do not know how he could have gotten in, but we..."

A few flashes of memory were picked up from her daughter's mind. Gazelle stilled as she processed what she was seeing. "Constance, why do you know Eggsy?"

Constance froze when she felt her mom poking around in her head, lifting her mental shields immediately and scoffing.

“Mom what did I tell you about digging into my kind without asking!” She protested, “And I met him at a bar a few months ago, we just clicked really well. How do you know him is the question, cuz it seems like you do.”

"I know. I apologize for that, but this is important." Gazelle took her daughter's hand. "That man is dangerous. He will stop at nothing to come after our family I don't know what he is planning, but you have to stop all contact."

Eggsy had gone too far this time. His plan involved her daughter. She was going to have to put a stop to it.

Constance was immediately confused.

“Dangerous? Mom, Eggsy is the farthest thing from dangerous! Hell, he’s protected me from a few creeps in the past. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less our family!” She protested, pulling her hand away from her mother’s grasp, “He doesn’t even know I’m half vampire and I can easily wipe his mind if he figures it out. He’s not dangerous!”

Lestat’s ice blue eyes shot up once James found the coat, smiling brightly and taking it from him.

“Thank you mon amour.” He said, sliding the coat on over the dark grey tank top he was wearing. The leather did exactly as he wanted, emphasizing his muscles while also covering just enough skin to make him seem tantalizingly out of reach for his fans, “I think I understand why you don’t like leather personally, but I have to admit, the pirates during your human lifetime certainly knew how to make it look good.” He smirked at himself in the mirror, running both his hands through his hair and fluffing it up. Lestat then turned around to face James, looking like a Greek god wrapped in leather.

“Plus the way your eyes dilate every time you see me dressed like this makes me want to kiss you for hours on end.” He purred, taking a step closer and walking two fingers slowly up James’s chest.

James couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as Lestat slid on the leather coat, his eyes lingering appreciatively on the way it accentuated his maker's sculpted physique. The sight of Lestat in that combination of leather and muscles stirred something primal within him, igniting a familiar fire that had burned between them for centuries.

A small, knowing smile played on James' lips as he watched Lestat admire himself in the mirror. "I suppose leather does have its appeal, when worn by someone as captivating as you," he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and longing. The memories of their shared past flooded his mind, reminding him of all the passionate moments they had shared.

As Lestat turned to face him, James felt his breath catch in his throat. The image of his maker, clad in leather and exuding an aura of confidence and sensuality, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his heart racing, his pulse quickening, as Lestat's fingers trailed slowly up his chest, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake.

The bond between them hummed with shared desire, amplifying the intensity of the moment. James leaned in, his voice low and husky. "You know exactly what you do to me, Lestat," he murmured, his words filled with a mixture of longing and adoration. "You have always had a way of captivating me, body and soul."

Unable to resist any longer, James closed the distance between them, capturing Lestat's lips in a searing kiss.

Lestat hummed and smiled when James kissed him, wrapping his leather clad arms around his husband’s shoulders. He deepened the kiss, softly licking the inside of James’s mouth as a bit of a tease before one of his hands tangled in James’s hair. He stepped even closer, slotting one of his legs between James’s to get some leverage, feeling his undead blood begin to warm with arousal.

“And you know exactly what to do to me with that voice of yours… hell, you’ve talked me to orgasm before without ever even touching me.” He laughed softly, whimpering a bit when he breathed in James’s scent, “You know, I noticed the new shirt by the way. You thought I probably wouldn’t notice since it’s similar to many of your other ones, but I definitely noticed.” He purred, moving his mouth closer to James’s ear, “Wanna know how I noticed?”

“Because it made your arms so much more defined and it’s made me want to make love to you all damn day.” He admitted with a dark smile.

Lestat’s ice blue eyes shot up once James found the coat, smiling brightly and taking it from him.

“Thank you mon amour.” He said, sliding the coat on over the dark grey tank top he was wearing. The leather did exactly as he wanted, emphasizing his muscles while also covering just enough skin to make him seem tantalizingly out of reach for his fans, “I think I understand why you don’t like leather personally, but I have to admit, the pirates during your human lifetime certainly knew how to make it look good.” He smirked at himself in the mirror, running both his hands through his hair and fluffing it up. Lestat then turned around to face James, looking like a Greek god wrapped in leather.

“Plus the way your eyes dilate every time you see me dressed like this makes me want to kiss you for hours on end.” He purred, taking a step closer and walking two fingers slowly up James’s chest.

@slicinggazelle

“Eggsy? What kind of a name is Eggsy?” Constance giggled as she sat beside the handsome man. She was out partying at a local nightclub after one of the Vampire Arsenal’s concerts, drinking and enjoying herself to her hearts content. It was at this nightclub that she ran into Eggsy and she was hypnotized by his personality and his accent. Of course, little did Eggsy know that Constance was Gazelle’s daughter, as he was hypnotized by her as well.

“Oi, don’t make fun of it! It’s my name!” He responded with a smirk, sipping on his drink as he watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful and he couldn’t believe his luck running into this stunning woman.

The two of them talked for hours on end until Constance had to leave, but of course they got each other’s numbers. They kept up with each other for weeks, texting any chance they could get, and Constance was really starting to fall for him.

And of course, one night after a particularly successful concert and a lot of drinking, they spent the night together. And Constance couldn’t be happier.

So in the morning when she returned to the tour bus smelling like Eggsy Unwin, completely unaware of his relationship to her mother, she was a bit surprised to see Gazelle’s confused expression.

“What’s with the face, mom?” Constance asked, taking a bite out of the bagel she’d made for herself.

Gazelle had gotten better with her vampiric abilities. She had discussed her mindreading with her children, but they were all used to Lestat's at this point. Supernatural abilities weren't needed to know her daughter had met someone.

Constance had been so happy. Whoever it was clearly good for her. Gazelle had made sure not to pry. She knew they would meet eventually; little did she know the man already knew her.

It was the scent that raised her alarm. Gazelle's hands moved to her blades as she searched it out. "I am smelling an enemy of the family. I do not know how he could have gotten in, but we..."

A few flashes of memory were picked up from her daughter's mind. Gazelle stilled as she processed what she was seeing. "Constance, why do you know Eggsy?"

Constance froze when she felt her mom poking around in her head, lifting her mental shields immediately and scoffing.

“Mom what did I tell you about digging into my kind without asking!” She protested, “And I met him at a bar a few months ago, we just clicked really well. How do you know him is the question, cuz it seems like you do.”