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Demons in the Dark Part 5, an After spec
by the Brat Queen (Louis) and Lady Black Death (Lestat)

Warning: This spec contains specific spoilers to Mick and Susie's version of Memnoch. It is *highly* recommended that you read it before reading this. This spec also contains language some may find offensive as well as sexual acts.

DAY SIX

Almost at once I felt the dreamstate envelop me. I groaned aloud when I saw the setting. The courtyard, again. And as before, Louis was securely bound and helpless. But unlike before, we were alone. Just the two of us. Blinded by the light, his voice called to me.

:Lestat! Is it that you can't find me, or is it that you will not come? I love you, Lestat. I love your strength and your courage. Please come to me. Take me from this place, as you did before. I'm so frightened...:

"Louis, I'm here. Open your eyes, beautiful one."

He squinted against the oncoming dawn. "Lestat? Is it really you?"

"Yes. I'm here with you, just as we hoped."

The sky brightened further, causing a deep shudder to run through him. "Help me, then! Release me! Help me change the dreams!"

"You know I can't do that. Only you can free yourself from this place. But I'm here with you, Louis. If the burning comes, we burn together." *That* got his attention. Rather than mindlessly struggle, he suddenly stilled, looking at me. A light breeze blew through the courtyard, ruffling both my hair and the white silk shirt he had once again chosen for me. My skin was pink in the pre-dawn glow, as was his. "Louis." I knelt beside him, my fingers tracing a gentle pattern across his bare chest. "All you have to do is believe. Believe in yourself, in your strength, and the sun can not harm us. Have faith, my love." He was listening to me with everything he had, fighting the primal fear invoked by the light. "You are stronger than these ropes. You are stronger than the fear."

He tugged at the ropes as the sky began to shade into blues and yellows, the first rays of true sunlight appearing. They held fast. I controlled my own fear by a desperate act of will. "Believe, Louis. Relax, and believe. You are free. There is no temple. There is no Juliano. Only the two of us. I love you."

I looked deep in his eyes, and they were a shade I had never seen before - that of new dawn on the fresh leaves of springtime. They glowed, holding me entranced as nothing before ever had. I was lost within them.

The air became liquid gold around us as the sunlight streamed into the courtyard. Suddenly his arms were around me, his mouth on mine, and as I closed my eyes tightly the light carried us away. There was no pain, no burning. Only love.

Even before I opened my eyes I heard the rush of the water, and I smiled against the lips of my lover. "The stream again?"

"You don't like it?"

"I didn't say that." Blinking, I looked around appreciatively. I hadn't really gotten a good look our first trip here. We seemed to be in a lush mountain meadow. Millions upon millions of stars blazed overhead. The light of a nearly full moon bathed us in her gentle glow. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, the stream bubbled with the crystal purity of years past. In fact, it reminded me suddenly of my boyhood home in the mountains of southern France.

Louis and I were curled in each others arms under a large tree. The grass was soft and thick under us. As before I was clad in the white silk shirt and leather pants Louis favored. Louis, on the other hand, was clad in absolutely nothing, which I favored.

Suddenly he laughed, rolling on top of me, straddling my hips. "We did it!" His joyous expression took my breath away. "We did it! We changed the dream!"

"We didn't do a thing." I reminded him, grinning. "You did it."

"I did it." He laughed again, and I couldn't help but join him. He was nearly giddy with delight. "I did it!"

"Yes you did, beautiful one."

In a swift motion he suddenly lay full length on top of me. "I couldn't have done it without you, you know."

"Oh yes you could have. And you can again, if you chose to do so."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. You can change anything about this dream, any time you choose."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yes." I stressed. "Next time you see Juliano, put horns and a tail on him. See how he likes it." I snickered at the mental image.

"I don't think so. I think I'll just wish myself here, to our stream." He kissed me suddenly, deeply, running his hands up my arms, holding my legs down with his own. I reached to hold him, to pull him closer, only to discover with a shock that I couldn't move! Breaking the kiss I raised my head sharply, seeking out the restraints, while Louis slid off me. The cuffs seemed to have grown from the earth itself, consisting of thick, twisting roots. I was pinned, spread-eagle, beneath the tree.

"Louis, let me up!"

"I don't think so."

"What do you mean, you don't think so? Let me up!"

"No. I think I like you this way."

"Do you really?" I began to struggle, not really surprised when the roots held fast.

"It's my dream. I can do as I wish." His teeth nipped a trail along the side of my throat and I jumped. "You taught me that."

I tested the bonds once more before relaxing. "When do we get to play in *my* dreams?" I grumbled.

Louis stilled a moment, and I feared that once again my mouth had destroyed a possibly wonderful memory for us both. "Would you really wish to endure what I have had to go through in order to have these dreams?" His voice was strained, suddenly, and I would have kicked myself if I could have. "In any case, I think I've earned this, don't you?"

For once I considered my reply carefully. "I believe that you deserve all the happiness the world has to offer, my love."

"I'm glad to hear that." He suddenly smiled, and I relaxed again, relieved. "Because it makes me very happy to see you like this." He looked down at my helpless form, seeming to consider. "Though I think a change of wardrobe is required." Rather than will it away, he simply reached down and tore the silk from my body. A wicked smile lit his face as he did it.

"I think you may be enjoying this a little too much."

"I haven't even begun." He pounced, using fingers, teeth, lips and tongue to trail fire from my navel to my throat and back again. Try as I might to keep still, when his lips reached my waistband for the second time I was writhing under him. Satisfied, he abandoned his cursory exam and started for specifics. Using the very tip of his tongue, he trailed up my ribs until he suddenly turned his head, fastening on my nipple. I gasped as he bit down gently on the sensitive flesh, then soothed it with his agile tongue. His left hand matched the efforts of his teeth, teasing my other nipple until I whimpered, my body tingling from his attention. I felt rather than saw him smile, and he left off, both to my relief and frustration. His lips traveled up, across my collarbone, up my throat and to my ear. He licked and nibbled the lobe until it was so sensitive that the slightest breath was an erotic wave of pleasure. Then, with a final kiss, he withdrew just slightly. "I have a surprise for you, my handsome one." His voice was slightly breathless, containing the husky purr I loved. I tried to turn my head to capture his lips with mine, but he was too quick, and withdrew just beyond reach. "Patience. You'll like this, I think."

In one graceful motion he had straddled my leather encased hips and finally kissed me, long and deep. His eyes danced with laughter, and I wondered heatedly what he could possibly have in mind.

Once again he trailed kisses down my body, his hands following to caress my skin with a feather light touch. He slid down until his knees rested between my thighs, his tongue once again trailing shivers of fire along my waistband. Then, suddenly, he moved lower, kissing the bulge at my crotch through the leather.

And it responded.

My head snapped up. "Louis, how...?" I gasped, my eyes wide.

His grin was pure mischief. "This is a dream! We can do whatever we want. I can, anyway. Besides, it is time, I think, for something good to come to you out of all the pain that I have brought you in the past." With his hand he stroked me at the very spot his mouth had just been. "I may have gone away from you, my handsome one, but in doing so I learned about so many things that only made me think of you and want to be back by your side. And now I can finally show you what they are."

"'They?' You mean there's more?"

"Oh yes," he said with a fake innocence that he learned directly from me. "There's much, much more."

My breath coming in short, heated gasps, I lay back once more, trying to focus on the sky, the stars, the leaves above us, anything but the sensations in my groin. But it was impossible. Within moments I was groaning aloud, tossing my head from side to side as Louis increased his attentions. I had not felt anything like this when in the mortal body of Raglan James. No localized sensation this. Wave after wave of pleasure spiraled from the very center of me, traveling outward until every vein and artery throbbed with it. Somehow it was still connected to the blood.

Just when I thought I would blissfully die on the spot, Louis stopped. I moaned, deep in my throat, my breath coming in heaving gasps, blood sweat coating my body. "You did like that, didn't you?" he asked conversationally, as though I could still remember how to speak. "So did I. But I don't think it's quite fair. I'm naked and you're still clothed. We must do something about that."

He didn't bother with tearing this time. As I watched he frowned slightly, and suddenly the leather pants melted away. "Much better." he smiled.

I looked down at the unbelievable sight of my body with an erection. My first thought was that it looked ridiculous. But it felt wonderful.

Louis bent his head once more, his lips caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. "So do you like my little surprise... " he paused thoughtfully, "though little is hardly the correct term."

Gasping, I raised my head to look at him. "This is a trick question, right?"

"Not really. I just wanted to see your face when I did this." Then, looking deep into my eyes, he suddenly closed his satin lips around me, taking in the whole of me in one heated rush.

I cried out, arching back and up as a shockwave of unbearable pleasure whipped through me like lightening, my hips bucking against the scorching rhythm. It was clear Louis was through teasing. Every muscle strained against the cuffs which held me firmly to the earth and I tossed my head back and forth in frustration. "Louis.... Louis...." I moaned his name over and over again. He was the entirety of my world.

The heat rose to a fever pitch and I cried out sharply, thrusting mightily against him. In a flash Louis surged upward, covering my body with the warmth of his own, his fangs plunging into my throat. The world around me faded, replaced by visions of starbursts and comets, the creation of the universe replayed for my eyes alone.

I regained my senses slowly, as though returning from a great distance. My limbs felt weighted, impossible to move. It took an enormous force of will just to turn my head in the cool grass. Grass? We were still in the dream!

"Open your eyes, beloved." Louis whispered, and I suddenly realized that he still lay on top of me, our limbs tangled together. "I have one more surprise for you."

"I... don't think I can live through another one." I croaked.

He laughed, the deep, rich sound bathing my spirit in warmth. The sound was pure music, the perfect compliment to the cheerful sound of the birds... birds?

My eyes blinked open. The sky... "Louis, the sky!"

"I know. Do you like it?"

He rolled off of me then and I gingerly sat up, the cuffs having disappeared back into the earth. The sky blazed with colors ranging from deepest indigo to golden pink. At once I pulled Louis close. Arms wrapped around each other we simply sat and watched as the golden glory of the sun rose above the trees. I couldn't suppress a fearful tremor, as my instincts told me to bury myself at once. Louis felt it and held me closer still, stroking my hair and murmuring soft sounds of comfort. My fear was forgotten moments later as the first true rays of light streamed into the meadow. I held my hand up, watching the heated beams harmlessly strike my skin. But even *that* was forgotten when I turned to speak to Louis.

The words dried in my throat as I gazed at my most beautiful lover. In the sunlight his dark hair picked up golden highlights. His eyes gleamed and sparkled, now the very image of the jewels they are so often compared to. His pale skin seemed translucent, the very image of an angel from above.

I was not alone in my observations. Louis could not take his eyes from me, reaching slowly to touch my face and hair. "Look at you." he breathed. "You *are* the sunlight. Golden... like a god."

"No god, Louis." I said softly, fearful of breaking the spell. "And no demon. Just a man in love."

Louis' voice was the merest whisper. "I love you." He leaned forward, brushing my lips gently with his own. Then we turned once more to face the radiance of the new day.

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