Ruling Rue Royale - Sex Scenes

Since mimi was so kind to nominate this spec for best sex, I thought I would gather it all together so you don't have to read through the ENTIRE thing to get to it! *laughs* So here it is, no explanation, no plot points, no narrative, just SEX SEX SEX!

WARNING: vm/vm sensual situations and tongues and stuff.
WARNING!!!!! MV/MV/MV SEX!!!If you do NOT want to read about SEX between same-SEX vampires, don't SEX read SEX this SEXSEXSEXSEX!

Ruling Rue Royale - Chapter 6

Louis gave a short soundless laugh, and the smile stayed on his face. He leaned toward David, slipped his arm around the Englishman's back and slowly brought his mouth to touch David's. He brushed softly against those lips and then kissed them. David closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Louis sucked gently on his tongue. David pressed into the kiss. Louis put a hand to David's chest and eased the younger vampire down onto his back. David yielded to him. Louis kissed the warm tan skin of David's face and throat. David nuzzled into Louis's neck, but as Louis felt the very points of fangs against his skin, he drew back. He pushed himself up on his hands and looked down into David's eyes.

"I will not drink from you."

"I know," David nodded.

"And you will not drink from me."

David's eyes grew wider, he thought to protest, but knew he had no right. He couldn't prevent a small groan of longing and disappointment escape his throat.

Louis continued to look at him, his face serious, his eyes demanding.

"I will not drink from you," David finally whispered.

Louis nodded once, and then lowered himself back down to rest against David. He licked at David's skin. David pressed his body up against Louis. Louis responded, melding himself into David's curves and hollows. The held each other, rubbing, undulating, creating friction in one spot and relieving it in another. The sensitivity of their skin making any contact at all a sensuous and even sexual pleasure. David ran his tongue up Louis's throat. Louis bit David's earlobe, not breaking the skin. This sharp, unexpected point of pain made David gasp with pleasure.

"Davide," Louis whispered into David's ear, his accent thickening, transforming the name to a romantic endearment. It sent lovely chills through David's body.

David moved his leg beneath Louis's . He tried to raise his knee, to place it between Louis's legs and rub against his organ. Louis continued kissing him, but wouldn't open his legs. David tried again. Louis crossed his ankles and David heard a teasing laugh from behind the kissing lips.

"Oh, it's to be that way, is it?" David asked, with a grin. It had been a long time since he'd been up to a challenge. "Well," he whispered. "We'll see about that."

Louis gave a muffled giggle and rubbed himself across David's pelvis. David moaned and reached to pry Louis's legs apart with his hands. Louis wiggled out of his grasp, a sensation which David enjoyed immensely, then put his hand beneath David's shirt.

The mere brush of Louis's fingertips sent vibrations all through David's chest, which seemed to pulse through his nipples. The feeling was incredible. Louis continued his slow, feather light explorations, enlivening every inch of David's skin. He circled David's navel and then poked into it with one quick deep jab. It was like an electric shock. David arched his back and threw his head to the side.

"Again," David breathed.

But Louis kissed his nipple, over his shirt, and answered, "Non."

The noise that came from David was half laugh, half groan. Louis rubbed David's chest muscles. He moved himself lower and sat up on David's knees. He then ran his hands down David's sides, massaging his hips and thighs, purposely avoiding the heart of David's sex. David knew that he had never felt such sweet need as a mortal. As a mortal, all orgasm was centered on his wick, but now his entire body trembled with building desire, though his always erect organ was still most sensitive and was a definite point of sensation.

"Louis," David heard himself say, he couldn't have controlled his voice if he wanted to. "Louis, please."

Louis let himself fall forward, giving David a little jolt as the weight hit him, and then slithered down David's body. Reaching the feet, he popped up and soundlessly ran as fast as he could for the stairs. By the time David opened his eyes, Louis was halfway up.

'Mmmm, a chase,' David thought, as he quickly pursued him.

Louis ducked into a guest room which overlooked the courtyard, thinking that if need be, he could jump from the window without much danger of arousing the neighbors. But in a second, David was through the door and upon him with a growl. He threw Louis to the bed and pinned him. The green eyes danced up at him, surprised but not frightened. David was almost overcome with the desire to drink.

Louis saw the predatory look in David's eyes. He brought his knees up and kicked him as hard as he could. David fell off of the bed with a soft thump. Louis laughed and jumped up to leap across him and to the door.

But David was up far quicker than that. He grabbed Louis in mid-air and threw him over his shoulder.

Louis landed with a "Uhmph."

Then David laughed. He carried Louis into his own room and locked the door. Once more Louis found himself pinned to a bed.

"You are clever, Louis, and quick. I'll give you that."

Louis smiled. "Merci, David, and you are fast as well." He sat up and kissed David.

David let himself fall into the deep kiss, but kept his arms tightly around his prey. David caught Louis's wrists in one hand and held them over his head. Louis tested David's grip but didn't struggle when he felt David's strength. The escapes were only to heighten the passion, he wasn't trying to acquire any crushed bones.

"Now," David said, forcing his knee between Louis's legs. Louis gritted his teeth and clenched his muscles as tightly as he could, he wanted to know that he had prolonged the foreplay as long as was at all possible. But David had strength and leverage on his side. He easily maneuvered his knee into the crevasse and brought it up to rest just under Louis's manhood. Louis gasped and moaned at the contact. David had never heard a sound even close to this kind of desire come from Louis. It inflamed him even more.

He unbuttoned Louis's shirt and pulled it off of him. Louis cooperated, neither of them wanted ripped clothes or lost buttons. Then David unfastened Louis's jeans.

"Wait. Not yet," Louis said quickly.

David laughed loudly and bounced his knee against Louis's most sensitive spot a few times. "When you are the one holding me down, then you may say when. But," David pulled down Louis's zipper and reached inside. Louis cried out in pleasure. "When I am the one holding you, I make the rules." David lowered his face to Louis's. "Understand?"

Louis eyes held lust, fear, excitement, pain, need. "Yes, David."

"Very well." David kissed him. Then he sat and removed his own clothing. He finished pulling Louis's pants off, finding with delighted surprise that Louis wore no underclothing.

Louis slid down beneath him and sucked at David's nipples. David pulled the Creole vampire back up and crushed himself down upon him. Their skin tingled and throbbed. David buried his face in Louis's silken hair. Louis writhed beneath and David writhed above. They pushed and pulled at each other. They kissed and licked and massaged and pinched. It felt better and better. It built for nearly two hours. The agony was delicious.

Abruptly David took a strong hold of Louis and flipped him onto his stomach. Louis was shocked for a moment and fought to turn over. A sharp slap to his derriere brought him back to the moment and David. He relaxed as David began kissing his neck. He smiled as David continued down his spine.

David filled his hands with Louis's rounded flesh. He licked the soft indent at the tops of the thighs. He was sweating. He would swear that his erection had grown larger and thicker, but he knew that it hadn't. The blood pounded up and down his body, out to every fingertip and toe. Louis was quivering beneath him. He lifted Louis's hips. Louis didn't seem to know how to proceed.

"Pull your knees up, love." David guided him gently. Louis did so. David rubbed into the warm cleft. He saw Louis's back muscles relax. He pushed at the hard muscle-ringed opening. Louis gave a high pitched gasp. David kissed his back and then drove in fast, deep and violent. Louis was caught off guard and tightened around him, trying to push him out. It was delicious. David laughed a deep pleasured laugh.

Louis was rocking with every thrust, driven by David's rhythm, but feeling his heartbeat in his groin. The pounding there, matched with the repeated impaling from behind mingled and washed feeling through him, leaving his legs weak and his mind blank to all but the pleasure.

David pursued his pleasure. Gripping Louis's hips, he thrust faster and faster until it felt as if he might explode, not just the old mortal feeling of orgasm which threatened to blast through the organ, but a vampiric, whole body, experience of overwhelming release.

It came for them both, simultaneously. They tensed, every muscle, even their eyelids, tight with the building pressure, and then a release from the tip of the organ outward, frenzied rapture that shook their bodies for at least fifteen minutes before releasing them to a tranquil afterglow.

David, pulled out of Louis and rolled over beside him. Louis pulled himself up onto his side and they lay exhausted and panting in each other's arms.

They had not had the ultimate pleasure, the bloodsharing. But this was a fulfillment of sorts, in its own way.

Louis curled himself around David's body and fell into a peaceful mortal sleep. David cuddled close to him and closed his eyes for just a moment.

Ruling Rue Royale - Chapter 9

Louis looked to David, but David was watching Lestat. "What about us?" Louis asked.

"We were thinking that the three of us could have a little fun together."

"Fun?"

"Yes, you know," David began unbuttoning Lestat's pajama top, he winked at Louis, "fun."

"Ah" Louis blushed a bit, but he pulled Lestat over into his lap.

Lestat laughed, "Now, wait -"

Louis cut him off with a kiss. David had opened the pajama top and was pulling off the sleeve. Louis broke the kiss and began nuzzling Lestat's neck. David tugged on the pajama bottoms and the elastic waistband slid down to Lestat's knees.

"What is this, my little fledglings?" Lestat asked. He wasn't sure if he should be pleased or irritated.

"Shh," Louis said. "Relax, notre Marquis."

"Let us do all of the work," David added, chuckling as he nipped at Lestat's thigh.

"Mmmmm" Lestat said. He reached up and ran his fingers through Louis's hair.

Louis moved from behind Lestat and came to lie down over him, kissing his chest and licking at his nipples.

"Louis!" Lestat exclaimed, surprised.

David had pulled the pajama bottoms off and snaked one hand up the leg opening of the briefs he had dressed Lestat in the evening before. Lestat gave a little jump. David grinned at Louis. Louis rubbed his cheek down Lestat's chest and kissed his belly button. David ran his other hand up Lestat's thigh. He took the waistband of Lestat's briefs in his teeth and pulled them down, exposing Lestat fully.

Lestat felt a pleasant quiver as the air hit him, but his reaction was muffled again by Louis's tongue which had found it's way back into his mouth. His fledglings continued their ministrations; kissing, rubbing, licking, kneading, squeezing, petting. Lestat's body seemed to vibrate. He was warm all over. Every touch brought his skin alive. And it was Louis and it was David, his loves, touching him. A hand came up over his eyes, Louis's. Then another hand parted his thighs, David's. He felt a cool tongue licking circles in the hollow of his throat. He felt soft fingers lightly stroke down his length. It sent surges up and own his body, like pulling a bow across violin strings. Lestat moaned. Louis's mouth was at his nipples again, tickling them, teasing him. Lestat grabbed Louis's shirt and pulled it off of him. Louis just smiled and eluded his grip. He stepped away from the bed, his green eyes sparkling, and turned away, unzipping his trousers. He let them fall.

"Louis!" Lestat gasped at his nakedness.

Louis pretended not to hear. He went to David and whispered something in his ear. David nodded, giving Lestat a devious grin and stood on the bed, with Lestat between his legs. Louis stood on the bed behind David, mostly obscured by the British vampire's height and width.

Lestat propped himself up on his elbows. This couldn't be what he thought, could it? Louis's hands came around David's chest and pulled up the bottom of David's T-shirt, exposing first the rippled brown belly and then the broad chest. Slowly, slowly, Louis inched it upwards. David held his hands behind his back and looked down at Lestat teasingly. The shirt off, Louis went to David's waist and began unfastening his fly.

Lestat's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He meant to say something, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a tiny squeak. Louis pulled down David's trousers, and David stepped out of them. Louis turned David's back to Lestat and rolled David's knickers down his legs. Lestat could feel himself actually shaking. This was almost too much for him. This was beyond fantasy. He kept expecting to wake up.

David stepped out of his shorts and clasped his hands in front of himself. Louis turned him to face Lestat, and then grinned at Lestat from over David's shoulder. Louis reached and took David's hands, bringing them behind his back again. David towered over Lestat in all his glory. Lestat felt sweat break out all over his body.

Louis put his hands on David's shoulders and pressed him to his knees, still holding his hands behind his back. David knelt between Lestat's legs, looked once into the wide grey eyes and then lowered his gaze demurely. Louis gripped the back of David's neck, and seemed to force David's head between Lestat's legs. This little performance thrilled Lestat more than even he cared to admit. Louis's fingers guided Lestat's member into David's open mouth.

"OH GOD!" Lestat yelled. He grabbed David's thick brown hair in his hands. Louis pushed Lestat up into a sitting position and then sat behind him, gently but firmly forcing him to stop pulling David's hair. He pulled Lestat back into his arms and kissed him ferociously. Lestat licked Louis's ear. Lestat was panting now, and was very close to reaching his peak. Louis took Lestat's arms and crossed them over the golden chest. At the same time, Lestat felt David release him and push his thighs together.

"Noooo." Lestat moaned. He stopped just short of a sob.

David brought Lestat's knees up, Louis turned him on his side. They had his body packed tight in a fetal position. Lestat could feel his nipples and even more his member pulsing, but seemingly buried in his own flesh. Then David was on his side in front of him and Louis behind. They enclosed him in their arms and legs, their skin against his skin.

"J'taime, Lestat," Louis whispered in his ear, kissing him.

"I love you , Lestat." David said, rubbing a strong hand over Lestat's hip.

They seemed to massage him, rubbing their bodies against his. Lestat could hear their voices like a chant.

"Love you."

"Mon amour."

"Beautiful."

"Golden"

"Silken."

"Want you."

"Perfect."

"Handsome."

"Gorgeous."

"Smooth."

"Sweet"

"Love."

"Need you."

"Toujours."

"Always."

"Je t'adore"

"Lestat."

"Lestat."

"Lestat."

"Lestat."

Lestat's body was electric. His blood was pounding through every vein, every capillary. He could hear himself panting and moaning, but had no control over his own voice or breath. He felt he might explode. David uncrossed his arms and began kissing his chest. Louis rubbed circles down Lestat's spine, to his tailbone and deep into the cavern. Lestat jerked forward as he felt himself entered by a long thin finger.

"Ah! Oh! Ah . .yes, yes." Lestat heard himself say.

It was too hard to believe that Louis was actually doing this. David had returned to the nether regions and allowed Lestat straighten his legs and part his thighs. David worked intently, kissing and stroking, around, below behind, above. Louis added a second finger. Lestat gave a short cry of pain and passion. He still heard his fledgling's soothing voices.

"Yours, Lestat."

"Forever, Lestat"

"Love you."

"With you, Lestat."

"You have me."

"Maker."

"Lover."

"Master."

"Lord."

"Sire."

"Worship you."

"Yours."

"Love you."

"Lestat."

Lestat felt as if his body was being pumped with blood, he felt swollen with it, but it was ecstasy, as if he were caught in a swoon. David pulled Lestat's organ into the soft warm recesses of his mouth. Lestat could see his own limbs trembling. He could taste the blood sweat, his, David's, Louis's.

Louis kissed the back of his neck and removed his fingers. "Lestat, mon maitre, mon amant, mon ame."

Lestat felt Louis's organ enter him. He screamed, but not out of pain. It was the sheer unreality of the action, the sharp thrill, the carnal indulgence, the completeness of the feeling, as if he'd been waiting for it all his life, it was the whole damn unbelievable situation.

Louis and David seemed to synch immediately into a rhythm that had Lestat reeling: push, pull, pump, constrict, thrust, suck, press, release, in, out, in, out, hold, stop, wait, tease, slower, slower, slower, squeeze, twist, lunge, impale, and again, and again, harder, harder, faster, faster.

Louis ran one hand over Lestat's face, leaving his wrist over Lestat's mouth, a few seconds later, David sank his fangs. Lestat did the same and tasted Louis's blood. Love. Love was in the blood. Love was in their bodies. They were one thing, one perfect being, one sustained orgasm, one complete cycle.

Ruling Rue Royale - Chapter 9
This isn't really slash, it is just slash-ish

"I understand what you mean, but may I ask that you please share this with us? I would like very much for you to, and you know that Lestat would."

Louis looked unsure, his eyes moved from David's face to Lestat's and back again.

"Remember," David said, adding just the smallest amount of coaxing, "it is still just the three of us. We know you Louis, you know us, it isn't really a breech of propriety."

"Yes, I suppose . . ." Louis looked down and dropped the sheet.

"Good!" Lestat took them by the hands and led them at once to his enormous bathroom with its massive shower.

Very quickly, with some jostling and finding position, Louis found himself situated between Lestat and David. Lestat adjusted the temperature and pressure a bit lower in deference to his fledglings and the pulled the golden handle, activating all of the faucets on both ends, soaking them all immediately. David and Lestat set upon Louis at once with soapy sponges. It wasn't quite so bad as Louis had imagined. The water in his eyes blurred the bodies, making things a bit less blatant, and Lestat and David relieved him of the dreaded experience of washing one's self in front of others, while trying to maintain some dignity. In fact, David and Lestat were lathering him thoroughly, top to bottom, tickling him mercilessly and holding him still when necessary. They were laughing as well and deftly negated all attempts by Louis to twist and wiggle out of their grasp.

Once Louis was well rinsed, it was David's turn in the middle, which Louis took as a special opportunity for revenge, having discovered a few of David's more ticklish spots during earlier encounters. David's height advantage served him well, and he was able to escape the more insistent tickling when necessary, but Louis and Lestat were relentless and David got a good going over anyway.

Finally, Lestat took his place between David and Louis. Lestat however, absolutely languished in their ablutions, and it took them twice as long to finish with him as it had for the both of them. Even the ticklish strokes of the sponge, simply sent him pressing more closely to the opposite fledgling. David and Louis paid special attention to each crease, cavern and crevasse, and Lestat nearly purred.

Once all of the blood sweat, soap, and shampoo were rinsed away, Lestat turned the faucets off. They stepped out into the bathroom. Louis grabbed the towels and threw one to David and one to Lestat, keeping one for himself.

Lestat and David began giving each other thorough rubdowns, while Louis turned his back to them and dried himself. Once David realized this he tapped Lestat on the shoulder and glanced to Louis. Lestat grinned, nodded and winked. They fell upon Louis, rubbing him furiously. Louis tried to protest but was once again foiled by his own laughter, as well as that of Lestat and David. Lestat picked Louis up and sat him on the marble counter. Louis grabbed Lestat's towel and yanked. He couldn't break Lestat's hold, but the towel tore in half.

Lestat gasped, "Why Louis, look what you did!"

Louis laughed and whipped his half of the towel across David's arm, as David got closer.

"Why you!" David exclaimed, ducking Louis's next lash and rubbing up and down Louis ribs.
Louis grabbed for David's towel too, but David caught his hands. At this same time, Lestat had decided to tickle the backs of David's knees, this caused David to collapse on top of Lestat, dragging Louis down with him. Their attempts to rise while keeping the other two down turned into a no holds barred round of slap and tickle, which Louis finally won by escaping through the door and slamming it behind him.