Santa Baby
Diclaimer: The usual, I don't own them, Anne Rice does! Don't sue!
Note: Written for the Louis list christmas 2001
Louis sighed heavily as he shut the frount door behind him. It was Christmas Eve and he'd been playing santa for some kids downtown.
"Never again." he mumbled as he dropped the empty sack on the sofa. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and have a wonderful day with Lestat never to see the hellions again. Not until next year at the very earliest at any rate.
Louis took off his Santa beard and hat, leaveing them in the hall and slouched his way into his and Lestats room.
What the...Was that HIS Lestat...Why....
Louis' mouth dropped open and he stumbled backwards into a chair. This was too much. He would've passed out right there and then, but he didn't have the engergy to even do that much. Why was Lestat even doing that?!
Louis looked on in shock as Lestat came closer to him swinging his hips.
The Vampire Lestat was standing there wearing a red satin night gown that was trimmed with white feathers and a white feather boa was wrapped around his neck. He was smileing broadly at the shocked look on Louis' face.
"Santa!" Lestat cried flinging his arms in the air.
"Nah uh, Lestat, don't you...omph!" Lestat had jumped, litrally, into Louis' lap, winding the beautiful vampire. Louis sneezed as the feather boa tickled his nose. It therefore took him a few moments to realise that there was music playing and Lestat had his I'm-a-famous-rock-star-and-I'm-about-to-sing-aren't-you-lucky look on his face.
"Lestat..." He was too late. The Brat had been unleashed. He was doing a fairly good aproximation of a mortal 'diva', with his arms around Louis' neck, shuffleing his shoulders in time to the Music. Then the blonde demon opened his mouth...
"Santa Baby, slip a guitar under the tree, for me/I've been an awful good boy/Santa Baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight" Lestat sung in a falsetto voice.
Louis had a job trying to cover his giggles, and the feeling of Lestats body under that nightgown was really starting to have its effect on him. Lestat dropped a kiss on Louis' nose and patted his own hair before coninueing.
"Santa Baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue/I'll wait up for you dear/Santa Baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight" Lestat threw his feather boa around Louis' neck and tickled his nose with it some more while Louis continued to try and swat it away with his hand, spluttering that Lestat really should keep takeing the tablets. Lestat laughed like some sort of demon (not that effective, considering what he was dressed in.) and carried on serandeing his Santa Louis.
"Think of all the fun I've missed/Think of all the girlies that I haven't kissed/Next year I could be just as good/If you'd check off my Christmas list!
"Santa honey, I wanna yacht and that's/Not really a lot/I've been an angel all year" Louis nearly fell of the chair laughing at that paticular line, earning him a glare from Lestat, causeing him to laugh harder and he DID fall of the chair, toppleing Lestat off with him. Amazeingly the Blonde Bombshell in Drag didn't stop singing even for a moment. Louis on the other hand was killing himself laughing on the floor "/Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
"Santat cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed/To a platinum mine/Santat cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
"I am not Cute!" Louis giggled indignantly and Lestat piched his cheeks like an oversized granny and made kissy faces at him while Louis tried to squirm away.
"You admit you're santa then?" Lestat asked halting his singing a second.
"Look at the suit. I fI was anything else I'd be commited."
"I thought you were commited to me." Lestat pouted and Louis laughed
"You know Exactly what I meant Mon Drag Queen."
Lestat poked his tounge out and carried on singing (he should of course be given due credit for being able to sing AND poke his tounge out at the same time, but hell, isn't the guy given ENOUGH credit already?) "Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks/Sign your 'X' on the line/Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"
"Don't you own enough crap already?" Louis asked but Lestat ignored him verbally and retalliated by throwing Louis on the bed.
"Come and trim my Christmas tree/With some decorations bought at Tiffany's/I really do believe in you/Lets see if you believe in me too"
Lestat grinned and sat on Louis, pinning Santa to the bed and somehow found his face full of feather boa. He growled slightly (again only makeing Louis laugh harder because he looked like he had swollowed something really sour). Lestat ground his hips against Louis' and made the lushious Louis stop laughing at him quite as much and suddenly rembering the effect the satin had been haveing on him earlier. Lestat leaned in close and sung in a stage whisper
"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring/And I don't mean on the phone/Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight"
Louis smiled and pulled him in for a kiss to stop Statty the Bratty from singing anymore.
"Be a good boy and we'll see what I leave in your stocking." He grinned. Lestat grinned back and was just about to really start enjoying himself when....A sudden flash, a laugh and a voice
"These'll make great photos to send out with the ECards!!" Armand laughed standing in the doorway.
"ARMAND!!!" Both Santa and the Drag Queen, more usually known as Louis and Lestat yelled a war cry as they jumped off the bed and began a chase that lasted all Christmas eventually ending up in Lestat and Armand getting jobs at a club downtown (but thats another story...)
THE END
