Beautiful.

      Antoine hit the keys, which made them make a loud and unassuming sound. The musician growled, grabbing the sheet music in his hands. The desire to break them was too intrusive. — Honey, it's not that bad. — It's disgusting! Incompetent tact! — It's okay, don't worry. Put the notes back in their place. You're just tired. Inspiration is not an eternal thing. It may end. And we have to wait for it to be typed again. Lestat replied calmly. Once again, he admired the image of Antoine. After becoming a vampire, he changed. And these changes suited him. Beautiful eyes, white skin. Everything about him was perfect. Rising from his chair, he took the sketches of the music and put them on the piano lid. They recently bought him a new instrument. How much joy there was in this young man when he saw him at home. — Stupid man. "Antoine, I want to give this to my lady of the heart! Let it be sensual!"How can I write to you with feelings if I don't even know this woman. You can't write something without being in some kind of mood! All music is based on feelings. But not on the thoughts that we need to finish as soon as possible! Antoine unhappily closed the lid on the keys, and got up from behind the instrument. — Don't waste your nerves on these people. They no longer deserve your attention. — I still can't get used to the fact that I'm not human either. But it is very difficult to change the attitude so quickly. Besides, as long as people need me, I need people. — But you're completely buried in your notes. Now you have something that you can also pay attention to. Lestat twitched his lip, but he didn't seem angry. For now. — And you're always at home. You only come to me for a few hours. All the time somewhere else. — I told you that I live with a student. — But you spend a lot more time with him! Antoine was fuming. Either he was tired, or his nerves were twisted. It was amazing how Lestat still maintained a calmness he rarely possessed. — I think you're too tired. You need to rest. Can we take a walk? It seemed to me that you haven't eaten today. — Ate, don't worry. You hardly hunt with me anymore. Antoine poured himself a glass of wine. When he had half emptied his glass, he sighed. Lioncourt was looking out the window, thinking about something. In a split second, he was at the window, grabbing the edges of the heavy curtains and covering the glass with them. — Why did you do that? Or have you developed an allergy to the moon? Lestat didn't answer. I just closed each of the windows. It happened quickly, but it didn't make Antoine feel any better. — The servants still live in your house. And your maid is too annoying a lady. A lover of eavesdropping and peeping. I caught her doing it more than once. And you... You're too tired. People tire you out. They are nothing more than mundane beings who should not level us up to them. You should relax and take a break. First of all, it depends on their presence and existence. — And the windows? Antoine arched an eyebrow and picked up the sheet music lying on the lid of the instrument. After putting them on the shelf, he turned around to continue the conversation, but immediately gasped for air, not having time to be properly frightened by the fact that Lestat approached from behind. – Don't do that, I'm not used to you being... — So close? Lioncourt laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. The musician blushed, glancing at the man with displeasure. — Exactly. Step back. Lestat chuckled. Apparently, he was amused by the situation. However, he did not torment poor Antoine for a long time. Taking his wrists in his hands, he placed them on his neck. The vampire himself immediately bit into someone else's lips with his own. It seemed that he intended to bite through them too, to feel the blood on his lips. However, he only held the pianist closer to him, intertwining his tongues. Tearing himself away from the soft lips, the man wanted to lead the musician to the sofa, but he protested, pointing to the bedroom door. Taking the hint, Lestat picked up the young man in his arms and carried him into the bedroom. And the rest is a small matter. No one was messing around anymore because of the rules of etiquette or communication. Clothes flew where the devil wouldn't find them later, and kisses were left wherever possible. With his hands on his chest, Antoine stroked her with great satisfaction, squeezing her nipples with his fingers while Lestat himself spread his legs. No one spent any time on development. Besides, they are vampires, the pain is unlikely to be felt even if something happens, and therefore Lioncourt entered the young man without expectations, pushing the penis deeper. The strong tremors now seemed incredibly pleasant and viscous. The blond vampire did not skimp on kisses and tenderness externally, but inside Antoine there was no question of pity. Every thrust that hit the prostate responded with an insane wave of pleasure. Kissing on the lips and neck was a special pleasure, and when Lestat wrapped his arm around the young man's organ, absolutely everything swam before his eyes. His breathing had been lost for a long time and sometimes there was not enough air, his voice broke into moans. I don't care about the servants, I don't care what they whisper about later. They're too good to think about it right now. — Lestat... Lestat, I'm coming very soon... God, I love you. – the head fell back on the pillows, the words did not connect into a final sentence. Lioncourt did not even try to answer, except for a deaf one: "And I love you." The words were not needed, and it was not possible to pronounce them properly. The ending came quickly, but so beautifully that Antoine could not compare this bliss with anything else. The body went limp as a rag, sprawling on the bed while Lestat pressed down a little from above. Ah, if Antoine had realized that this was not the first time in the evening, he would not have relaxed so quickly.