Fresh fanfic! By yours truly and @wicked-felina.
Summary: Lestat makes a surprise visit to Trinity Gate in NYC, tries his best to convince Louis to come home with him. Takes place right near the beginning of Prince Lestat.
Characters: Lestat, Louis, Armand (very short appearance)
Words: 2930
Warnings: No warnings apply
No major spoilers but it takes place at the beginning of PL.
Lestat listened to the sound of footfall outside the bedroom. A very light step, like that of a cat – Armand, he reasoned, followed by the deliberate, steady pace of a vampire who let his weight sink into the stylish carpet as if he had the right to pretend to be human.
He glanced towards the French doors of Louis’s bedroom, checking that he had shut them behind him when he had made his usual grand entrance through them, and gave a satisfied nod before his lip curled in disgust at the requisite mess surrounding the bed (“It’s called a ‘ floordrobe’,” Benji had told him). His own clothes were neatly folded on the chaise near the window, but he had decided – in a burst of generosity – that he would toss them to one side should Louis wish to take their entertainment to the chaise. It reminded him of a strikingly similar one they’d had in the Rue Royale, a sturdy chaise that had survived many amorous encounters between them. A shock of lust crashed through him; what a generous maker he was, giving Louis a nice nostalgic visit.
Louis’s footsteps drew nearer to the door; Lestat heard him mutter something to Armand, and then the slow turn of the knob. He stretched out his tawny body, rearranged some of the rose petals to discreetly cover his treasure (better to delay Louis meeting his old friend to build the need and lust between them), ensured the silk throw was nestled over one hip invitingly, and rested his head on one hand.
Its Hour Come Round