[Leilu Modern AU] Scarlet World

Lester came to the bedroom to watch every hour.

He woke up very early, after nine o'clock in the morning.According to his estimate, they tossed until at least two o'clock last night.

They sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room around eleven o'clock in the evening and started chatting, chatting and chatting, and finally rolled on the bed, and they came and went to each other before they were completely stable.They rested side by side at the head of the bed, and it didn't take long for Louie to fall asleep, before he even had time to lie down.After covering Louis with the quilt, Lester realized that Louis' eyelids might be swollen tomorrow, so he had to get up and find an ice patch for him to put on.He also simply took a shower and wiped Louis' body with a wet towel.He didn't go to bed until he was busy with all this, but he still woke up much earlier than Louis.

......

Louie wakes up at 03:30 PM.

He slept twelve hours, probably more.At first, he let out a long groan before leaving the heavy dream, and then his spirit regained consciousness first.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he soon realized that his eyelids were swollen and painful, and the foreign object covering his eyes was pulled off by him. It took him a while to barely see that the thing in his hand was a blindfold.He threw it aside and tried to get up, but as soon as he moved, his whole body was sore and painful, and his bones seemed to be falling apart.This made him groan, and lay back weakly. It took him a while to recover, and he reluctantly rolled over and sat up while hugging the quilt.

He found that his body was fresh and clean, without the stickiness of half-dried bodily fluids, and he simply put on a pair of dark blue cropped shorts.So, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the window.The moment the curtains were opened, the sunlight suddenly flooded in. He couldn't help covering his eyes, and it took him a while to get used to it.He brushed his messy long hair casually, and stood silently in front of the window for a long time.

There was no sound in the room, except for the slight hum of the air circulation system that accompanied him.

For the first time in days, Louie recalled this time with great seriousness.Everything before and yesterday.

He thought of the kiss in the night wind, the sinking in the swimming pool, the wet SpongeBob SquarePants, and the unnamed corpses in the alley. "Bastard" "Morgan Freeman", the high priest walking slowly, the outspoken Mr. Killer, and Matthew Strong, the calm and rational medical student with his stethoscope.All this finally turned into an analysis that broke his line of defense and the temptation of whispering whispers, like the beautiful singing voice of a nightingale in the forest at night, or the seductive call of a siren on the sea in the middle of the night.

Of course, what he thought of most was yesterday.

Tuya, a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes, art paintings in the corridor, embarrassing clothing problems.Old photos in old albums, mournful weeping, groans of nervous breakdown, violent shaking of the body.The corner of the clothes in the night, the pure kiss of gratitude, the dark green windbreaker.Cucumber exudes a fermented aroma, sour complaints, and comfort pretending to be doubtful.A thin and pale boy with blond hair, a shiny black metal gun body, blood splattered everywhere, and a strong smell of burnt.

In the end, he thought of the pretentiously brave provocation, the counterattack of the estrous beast, the hot and wanton plunder, and the vigorous physical desire.And what followed immediately were the gentle assurance in whispers, the warmth of comforting each other, the pleasure on the verge of the peak, and the sore and swollen muscles.

All these joys, sorrows, tenderness, and cruelties finally made him feel that he was about to overflow with happiness.However, the recognition of this happiness plunged him into a surging sadness with self-condemnation.

He gets too much.This castaway of the Lord, the indirect sinner, should not have had so much.

Fortunately, the person who gave him happiness also gave him a promise.

He also has the opportunity to choose.

......

When Lester walked in for the sixth time, he saw that his quiet Sleeping Beauty was gone, replaced by a lonely figure facing the window.

Many people have praised Lester as the darling of the Creator, his handsome and extraordinary face with blond hair and blue eyes is extremely eye-catching.To be honest, he is too recognizable and not the most suitable appearance for a killer.If it wasn't for his stepfather's reluctance to give up this good seed, maybe Lester would really become a lawyer.This caused him to have to dress himself up to be ordinary or even ugly and rough every time he worked, so he also had superb makeup skills.

However, in the eyes of Lester himself, Louis is his Lester Drianko.Louis couldn't be sure whether he was attracted by his appearance when he first fell in love with Lester, but Lester's answer was absolutely yes.

He couldn't help but walked up, hugged Louis' waist from behind like a very familiar lover, and put his chin on Louis' right shoulder.

Louie was always focused when he looked out of the window in a trance, and this time was no different.He sighed, turned his face slightly, and then Looking out the window again, silently allowed this intimacy.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Ah."

"very tired?"

"A bit."

"Sorry, yesterday I was too..."

"No, don't mind."

"Yeah." Lester kissed Louis on the neck.

"...Lester."

"Ok?"

"Remember you told me that you would give me a chance to choose?"

"remember."

"Everything? Whatever it is?"

"Whatever it is," Lester said, "I'll let you choose. So yesterday—"

"Even death?" Louis interrupted him.

Lester's voice stopped abruptly.Louie felt the blond man's hand hug him a little tighter.

"...I promised to give you back the meaning of life and relieve your pain." After a while, he replied like this.

"What if life has no meaning at all?" Louis asked softly, "What if...the pain can't be relieved at all?"

"...Louis."

"Give me that chance, Leicester, when it comes."

"Do not."

"You promised me."

Louie felt a sigh in his ear.

"Yes, I promised."

"So, you should give me that chance."

"Why...are you so cruel?"

"I feel... excruciating pain," Louie said. "All these years, I have been seeking peace of mind. If not, at least I can have physical peace."

Lester hugged him tightly: "You know..."

"Do you love me, Lestat?"

"I—" Lester was momentarily at a loss for words, he wanted to answer "I love you", but he felt that was not the truth.He doesn't know what true love looks like.Of course he liked Louie.From the night at Miss Mira's bar, when Louis was delirious, he fell in love with him at first sight, wanted to take care of him, kiss him, make love to him, give him help and guidance, he wanted to give him all the good things and make him happy , this can definitely be called liking, but is it enough to call it "love"?

"You don't love me, Lester . . . you're not in love with me," Louie said. "We're not yet in love."

"I'm going to love you."

"I thought, give me a little more time, and I will, too."

"Yes. We just need some time."

"But now, you don't love me, and I don't love you either."

"If you divide liking and love into two completely different concepts, well, I can't deny that. But I don't agree with that division."

"Have you ever really loved anyone? Anyone, relative, friend, lover?"

"......No."

"I loved my younger brother. He died, and I was in so much pain that I still can't let it go."

"I know."

"Love is so heavy, I don't know how many times in this life."

"..."

"But, I like you, I'm sure, Lester . . . It's coming so soon, I didn't expect it."

"I do not have either."

"I'm happy these days."

"Me too."

"I am an indirect murderer, but I pray for relief from a killer."

"I've killed hundreds of people, Louis, and I'm the devil."

"Lester, we're all going to hell."

"What if there was no hell at all? Have you ever thought about it?"

"I'm already in hell," he said. "I'm supposed to be punished alone, but I'm infatuated with pleasure and infatuated with the devil."

"It was the devil who came to the door on his own initiative."

"I can refuse, can't I? But I didn't. I have fallen, I have obtained pleasure from the devil, and even actively asked the devil for pleasure."

"That devil doesn't mind."

"Does God not mind?"

Lester let go of Louis suddenly and viciously, and his movement made Louis shake slightly.

"Why!" He walked up to Louis and roared angrily, "Why do you all mention God? If God really loves the world, why is there still pain?"

"That's God's punishment for us."

"There is no god in this world!" Lester yelled.He took a few breaths and emphasized in a gloomy tone, "No."

"Where there are devils in this world, there are gods."

"The devil is before you! Where is your god?"

"God is in my heart."

"You fool!"

"Yeah, I'm a fool." Louis said, looking into Lester's eyes. "Take this fool to find the truth, wise man."

Lester's expression suddenly relaxed.

"Maybe it has hidden secrets, maybe..." Lester paused, "Its essence is what it is now, but there are details you don't know about."

"Even so, I still want to know those details." Louis hugged Lester, his arm passed through the opponent's armpit and hugged the opponent's shoulder, "At least in the end, I still have that chance, you promised. "

Lester was silent for a long time, then said with a rare mournful kiss: "...you merciful death."

"Until that day comes," Louis said, hugging the blond killer as hard as he could, "give this god of death pleasure...the devil."

TBC.