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Lestat had a revelation after his brush with disembodiment:
"I still wish you were a woman"
"Me too...."
What even is gender to a centuries old vampire? He knew what being transgender meant, he’s an idiot, but he wasn’t sure what that meant for him. I mean, he only knew one transgender person, but they aren’t exactly speaking on account of him cutting his head off.
Still... It wouldn’t hurt to ask.
Daniel was sat in his living room, chain smoking away his anger while Armand hunted, it was the first time in weeks. He had been allowed alone time. That is until he heard a sharp tapping at his balcony door. “Fuck off, I’m not Edgar Allen Poe.”
The door opens and the cool night air siphons out the cloud of smoke in the apartment.
“Hello Dan.” Lestat shuts the door behind him. He stands at the edge of the room, a long black coat draped on his shoulders.
“I’m not talking to you, get out before-”
“Before daddy comes back? It’s cute you two have reconciled again.”
“What do you want?” Daniel grumbles and puts out his cigarette, standing up to face his intruder.
“You were born a woman.”
Daniel hesitates, what the fuck is happening?
Daniel never outright talked about his transition, he doesn’t remember much of it, the only evidence of it happening are the scars on his Chet and the no longer needed vials of testosterone under his sink.
“Dan, you are incredibly easy to read, your maker has taught you nothing about shielding your mind.”
Daniel gets ready to argue for his dead beat daddy-
“And I’ve seen you in the shower.”
Oh right.
Daniel was so detached from his own humanity he’d forgotten most men were born with cocks.
“What would Louis think of you peeping on me in the shower?” Daniel shot back, grasping for any way to turn the conversation away from his own sex.
“You’re deflecting~” Lestat retorts in a sing-song voice.
“Okay fuck, fine. Why did you break into my house to remind me I used to be a broad?”
“I entered Armand’s house-“ Daniel rolls his eyes, “To ask you how you knew you were not… female.”
Daniel wasn’t the best at reading minds yet (thanks dad), but he didn't need telepathy to understand what Lestat was getting at.
“I’m too sober to deal with your gender crisis." Daniel sits back down, rubbing his temples.
“Which is why I’m willing to compensate you for your time…” Lestat reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dime bag of white powder, flicking it with his finger.
“I don’t use without blood anymore.”
Lestat confidently walks to the arm chair across from Daniel, shrugging off his coat. He’s wearing a light purple silk shirt and black leather pants. Lestat sits forward, resting his arm on his knee. He clenches his hand into a fist before slicing open his wrist with the nail of his pinky finger. Daniel watches as Lestat carefully taps the powder onto the open wound, offering his wrist to the fledgling.
Daniel hesitated, this is a horrible idea. But… he couldn’t resist the brat's blood. He had gotten a brief taste once before and, to put it lightly, it was addictive. Daniel leaned forward, taking Lesat's forearm. When his tongue made contact with the bleeding slit, dangles hands dropped and he instinctively latched onto the vein.
“Ah-“ Of course Lestat moans when he gets bitten.
After five mouthfuls of blood, Lestat taps Daniel on the head, the gray haired vamp finally lets up with a blood drunk look on his face.
“Do I need to hit you on the nose with a newspaper to get you to let go?” Daniel rolls his eyes, wiping the corner of his mouth.
Lestat starts to sit back but is stopped. Daniel presses the pad of his thumb into his fang-
“Ow-“
And smears the bead of blood onto the open cut on Lestat's wrist.
“At least daddy taught you one thing.” Lestat smirks and sits back, crossing his legs.
“Alright can we just cut the small talk and skip to you asking invasive questions about my life.”
“Asking invasive questions is literally your job Daniel.”
Daniel pulls another cigarette out of the pack left on the floor and lights it with a zippo from the coffee table. “Yeah, but I never have to answer the invasive questions.” He says with an exhale of smoke.
“Fair. Don’t think of this as an interview then, think of it as a chat between friends.”
Are we friends?
“Let’s also pretend you didn’t decapitate me and my lover a few nights ago.”
Daniel lets out a sharp laugh, “are you two lovers?”
“Deflecting!” Lestat shouts, slapping the table.
“Alright!” Daniel puts his hands up, “What- what do you want to know?”
It was in that moment that Lestat realized he never sat on the other side of the tape recorder; he wasn’t actually expecting to get this far.
“Right- Start from the beginning.”
Daniel couldn’t handle this level of amateurism.
“I was born in Modesto. Spent my early 20’s in girl bars screwing any woman who wouldn’t ask questions about why I taped my tits back.”
“I didn’t take you as a ladies man Dan.”
That’s a nice way of being called a cock sucker.
“I wasn’t. I was an asshole dyke who could only have sex when I was high as a kite so I didn’t try and kill myself every time a bitch called me mommy.”
Lestat lets out an amused laugh, “the way you speak of women is delightful.” Lestat slapped his knees, leaning back to get more comfortable for this riveting tale of misogyny.
Daniel rolled his eyes, tapping cigarette ash into a coffee cup that had been left there from when he still drank coffee, “It was a different time.”
“In my day we would just call them whores while they burned.”
“Alright!- Anyways, cut to… the 1970’s. I’m seeing some psych doc and get a referral for a gender clinic. Fun fact about taking hormones, it made me gay.”
“Were you not already gay?”
“Well yes- but taking testosterone made sucking cock on the floor of a dirty leather club less of a chore and more of a pleasure.”
Lestat attempts to fish out a memory of Daniels to see the young man getting defiled by some daddy in a leather cap but is pulled back into the story.
“I didn’t do it often though. Getting with guys. Gender and sexuality were still very intertwined and if my doctors found out I was getting busy with toys I could risk losing my prescription.”
That’s a lot less hot than thinking about snails getting his throat fucked.
“I still gave the odd blowie in the stalls of Mary’s, mostly to score.”
“Awe so sweet,” Lestat gives Daniel the “bless your heart look.”
“Was the gremlin ever one of your suppliers?”
“No.”
Fuck wait- maybe. Remember to ask him that later.
Lestat gives Daniel a shit eating grin but stays quiet so Daniel can continue.
“I still frequented the lesbian bars and that’s when I met Alice.”
“Your wife?”
“Yeah. Don’t think she was all that into girls, just experimenting. So I was perfect. I’d give her earth shattering sex and she wouldn’t comment on my body after the strap came off.”
Lestat nodded, “like all healthy relationships.”
“Anyways-“ Daniel hesitates, struggling to uncover hazy memories that had been painted over with heavy black curls and almond skin.
“Right. I uh- I cut my tits off in the early 2000’s, me and Alice had our kids and…”
“It’s alright Dan, I don’t need to hear about your failures as a husband and father.”
Daniel let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He notices his cigarette is mostly ash at this point. He tosses the bud in the cold coffee and grabs another. His hands shake as he reaches for his lighter again, fucking Parkinson still acting up after death. His ears turn hot as he fails to light the end of the cigarette with shaky hands.
“Fucking shit bitch cunt-“ he curses under his breath.
Lestat sits up, “Dan.”
Daniel looks up, letting icy blue eyes. The cigarette lights with a nod from Lestat and he sits back, crossing his legs. Daniel sighs, desperately wanting to chew Lestat out for treating him like a pitiful old man.
“You are an old man.”
“So are you.” Daniel brings the lit cig to his lips, inhaling for so long the ash gets too heavy and falls onto his jeans. He traps the cigarette between his teeth while he brushes his pants off.
“So-“ Daniel exhales a large cloud of smoke, “get what you needed?”
“No, I still need help-“
Daniel cuts him off, “figuring yourself out.”
“Yes.”
‘Do you want to be a woman?”
Lestat thinks, “doesn’t everyone?’
Daniel was about to object but stopped himself. Daniel didn’t want to be a man, in fact he wished many times to be a normal girl.
“Okay, fair… What about being called a woman?”
Lestat shrugged. He had always used a broad number of terms to describe himself, masculine and feminine.
Daniel groaned, “alright- what if I said ‘this is my friend Lestat! She’s an ex-rockstar and she’s also addicted to leather pants.”
“I would say your friend sounds very attractive.”
“Be Serious.”
“I am!-” Lestat stands up, throwing his hands in the air dramatically, “I feel like a woman many times, but I also feel like a man! And it's nice to don expensive suits and indulge in the addictive cloud of toxic masculinity-”
Daniel chuckled, half from the (probably drug induced) dramatization and half from self awareness when it comes to indulging in toxic masculinity.
“But I also enjoy wearing makeup, and dresses, and having my hair brushed by a tender lover by the fire.”
Daniel catches a glimpse of Lestat's memory. Orange flames dancing in a fireplace while a faceless woman brushes Lestat's hair and sings an Italian lullaby.
“Wait- is this a mommy thing?” Daniel stands up, meeting the slightly manic french man face to face.
“No!” Lestat hesitates, memories of putting on his mothers corsets cloud his judgement.
“Look. I'm not saying this is true- but back when I started going to the gender clinic they liked to pin my transexuality on my daddy issues.”
Lestat begins to fidget with his hair. He understood daddy issues; fuck it, he understood parental issues.
“What? So having a relationship with m-my-” he falters, ‘mother’ feels like bile on his tongue. He swallows, forcing down blood vomit, “wi-with Ga-Gabrielle- made me want to be a woman?”
Daniel sighs, guiding Lestat to sit down next to him, “No, I’m just saying that I had a shitty relationship with my old man- fucker was a mean drunk- and beacause of that I… I feared masculinity for a long time.” The words came out like puke. For so long, Daniel was able to hide behind the comfort of a cassette (or more recently a laptop) and question marks after statements. No wonder everyone hates him, being interviewed fucking sucks.
“I didn't want to become my dad. And fuck- look where that got me. I basically mapped out his every move and followed it to a fucking T. I’m a horrible man, terrible father, fucking deadbeat. Why would I want to be a man?”
Daniel finally looks up at Lestat, realizing he's been rambling for way too long. Lestat just looks back at him, fingers tangled in his own hair, looking like a kicked puppy. Daniel was a bad father, but he had handled many of Armand's dissociative episodes, this can't be that different. Daniel put one hand on Lestat's back and the other on the side of his face, gently guiding the vampire to lay in his lap. Lestat lets Daniel lay him down but keeps his body tense as he rests his face against the denim of the old man's jeans.
Daniel freezes up when he is once again flash banged with memories of The Vampire Gabrielle lovingly stroking Lestat's hair as he rests his head in the endless plush of her petticoats.
“Lestat. I am not your mother.” Daniel warns.
“Really? Your saggy tits and habit of abandoning your kids says otherwise.” Lestat says back, his tone coming off a lot harsher than intended.
Daniel stands up abruptly, red hot anger flushing his face, “Get the fuck out.”
Lestat scrambles off the couch, realizing he pushed too far. He kneels on the floor, grabbing at Daniels shirt, “Dan-”
“I said get out! Im not your fucking therapist! I don't have time to unpack your incestus mommy issues! I’m not going to be a blank canvas for you to project your materphilia onto!”
Lestat panics, “No Dan- I wasn't- o-o-or I wa-was! I do-dont know-”
The Fledgling looks down at the much older and powerful vampire shaking pitifully on the floor.
“Alright fuck-” Daniel blushes as he realizes the position he is in. He can’t help it, he is a man afterall.
Lestat wasn't trying to get into Daniel's mind, but when said mind can't stop picturing you with cock down your throat, it gets hard to ignore.
The tone shifts; Lestat sings his claws into the last shred of leverage he has,”Daniel. What are you thinking about?” He sits up, if there was one thing Lestat was good at, it was deflecting his feelings through sex.
“Nothing. Get off the floor.”
God I need to ruin him.
“I don't think you want that…” Lestat leans in, rubbing his cheek against Daniel's thigh. “You're a bad daddy.”
The title felt awkward coming out, but the look on Daniels face was well worth the few moments of cringe. Lestat could hear the blood rushing to Daniel's little cock.
“My cock is not little.” Daniel bites back, taking the bait.
Lestat smiles, “Dan I’m sorry for upsetting you, it was not my intention to force you into the role of my mother.” Lestat continues to run his hands up and down Daniels legs, really pushing how far he can go before he gets kneed in the face.
“I don’t need you to be my mommy,” he mumbles softly into the younger vampire's thigh. Lestat slides his fingers through the belt loops of Daniels pants and, tugging him closer, “you can be my daddy.”
Oh fuck this is sick.
“And yet you won't push me away.”
“Oh I must be evil to keep a good girl like you on her knees.”
Lestat pouts playfully, being the amazing actor he is he instantly throws himself into the role.
“You are a sadistic pervert, letting a lady grovel at your feet like this.”
Daniel laughed, reaching down to put his hand in Lestat's hair. He pauses for a beat, silently asking for permission. Lestat responds with a smile and sigh of contentment.
“I didn't realize you were a lady,” Daniel's sharp nails scratch Lestat's scalp tenderly, “the way you act in public one would assume you're a whore.”
Lestat shakes his head, pouting “No, I’m a proper lady. Can’t you teach me to be a good girl?”
It was ironic. Lestat as a man was a glitter covered immortal slut. But her? She just wanted to be a good girl…
“A-Alright… Well, this is not what a good girl would wear.” Daniel helps Lestat up, leading him to the bedroom. Daniel ducks into the large walk-in closet and emerges with a big cardboard box labeled “Danny’s shit.”
“You know how he is, Armand, kept everything I’ve ever owned. Including shit that I’m never gonna use again.” He sets the box down on the bed, next to Lestat.
“It might be a little small, I was a skinny bitch. But-” he digs around in the box and pulls out a white bra with a little rose between the cups, “my cup size seems to be pretty close to yours.” Daniel holds up the bra to Lestat's chest, his pecs seem to be large enough to fill it out.
Lestat begins to unbutton his shirt, letting the silk slip off his broad shoulders. Lestat stands and Daniel steps behind him to help him with the clasps, it's a stretch but it fits. Lestat turns to show Daniel. It looks a little awkward on his large frame but his breasts filled out the cups and even gave him a little cleavage.
“Feels good?” Daniel questions, eyes roaming over his scars. Lestat smirks, pulling his hair up to free the stands that were stuck under the straps of the bra.
“Yeah. I mean, it's not comfortable, but I like it.”
“No one likes wearing bras. Your tits look good though.”
“Keep it in your pants you old pervert.”
Daniel puts his hands up in defense, going back to the box of clothes.
“Alright, do you wanna just go all the way with the stereotype and let me give you a makeover?”
Lestat laughs, it was stereotypical. But also, it sounded pretty nice…
“I would like that Dan. But what about the Gremlin?”
“He’ll be back in 2 hours. And even if we aren't done by then he won't do anything, not if I tell him not too.”
“Then yes. I do have some worries about your fashion taste though.” Lestat nods to the worn jeans and band shirt Daniel was currently wearing.
“Well you said you wanted to be a good girl..” Daniel pulls out a dusty lavender gown. It has a plunging neckline, full sleeves and a high waist line.
“My mom bought this for me, I was supposed to wear it to my uncle Rob's wedding.”
Lestat takes the dress, pressing the soft fabric against his bare chest. He stands up, beginning the long process that is taking off leather pants. Daniel averts his eyes, opting to continue digging through the box of clothes. He finds a pair of unopened pantyhose and the matching underwear to the bra Lestat wore, the same pink rose adorns the elastic. They were weirdly nostalgic. They had all been purchased by Daniel's mother in an attempt to please her daughter but were discarded in favor of thrifted boxers and baggy jeans.
“Give me the underwear Dan.”
Daniel nods and holds his hand out blindly until Lestat takes it.
“Merci.” Lestat tosses his pants on the bed and steps into the silk panties. He can't help it, he's into this. His half hard cock fills out the fabric in a way that he doesn't mind.
“You can look now, Dan.”
He's not even really sure why he turned around in the first place, Daniel had seen him naked before. But she was more decent than Lestat, it felt improper to stare.
“Would you rather peep at me through a key hole?” Which is something Daniel had actually done before with his childhood babysitter-
He turns to face Lestat, almost choking on his own tongue.
“I think I might need a bigger view than a key hole-” Daniel blurts out before thinking.
Lestat feigns offence, clutching his theoretical pearls, “You are so perverse.” Lestat sits down, tearing into the package of the pantyhose.
“Help me would you? I have trouble with tasks that require me to bend my neck.”
Daniel holds back a bitchy comment, opting to get on his knee with gritted teeth. He takes Lestat’s leg in his hands and rests it on his knee. Daniel takes the hose and starts to roll them up Lestat’s leg.
He had taken a lot of interactions as vaguely sexual tonight, but this was gratuitous at this point. Daniel on his knees rolling soft stockings up Lestat’s legs. He starts feeling guilty for not being able to beat his perverted thoughts until he looks up and is met with a throbbing bulge and a red stain of pre-cum.
Without thinking, Daniel leans forward and places a soft kiss on the outline of Lestat’s cock.
“Dan-” Lestat huffs, “attempting” to push the old man away.
“Shh. You're a lady, right? So sit back and take it.” Such a statement would surely get Daniel canceled on Twitter but fuck did it turn both of them on.
Danile turns his attention back to the needy sex organ in front of him. He sucks at the blood stain on the white fabric.
Lestat lets out a breathy moan as he watches Daniel, “Christ- Daddy!-”
Daniel smiles and finally pulls back. The underwear now a transparent pink from spit and blood. The two meet eyes, Lestat looks like a mess. Daniel surges upward, grabbing Lestat’s face and slamming their lips together.
Lestat grabs Daniel’s ass, pulling the fledgling into his lap. Daniel grinds down on Lestat's cock, the rough denim feeling delightfully overstimulating on his dick.
“Fuck- I can feel you throbbing.” Daniel pulls back, cupping Lestat’s lust drunk face in his hands.
“I can’t help it, I’m a perverse girl; I get it from my dad.”
Daniel let out a mix of a laugh and a moan. Being called “dad” felt a lot grosser than daddy, but he can't help but press more weight onto Lestat's groin in response to the sick nickname. Lestat whines and warps his arms around Daniel.
Lestat puts his head on Daniel's shoulder, “Dad- I’m going to go crazy if you don’t touch me.”
A new voice pierces the room, “Oh no, we can't have that now can we, daddy?”
Armand was home.