| Title: Captivated Authors: Jo & Brenda Series: Claimed, part 2 Pairings: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair/David Wenham; (Sean Bean/Dominic Monaghan; Viggo Mortensen/??) Rating: NC17 Summary: Same vampires. Same pets. Same story. Carry on. Disclaimer: As far as we know, vampires *still* don't exist. Heh. Author's Notes: Sequel to "Cherished". Much thanks to everyone who's been writing in. Glad we've kept you entertained.
//How are things in Tokyo?// Orlando choked on the water, gasping and sputtering for air. What the hell? Was that.... //Karl?// //Of course.// Karl sounded amused. //Who else did you think it was?// //I...you...how....// Orlando stared at his reflection, wiped his face. //There is nowhere that's too far for us to speak. That's part of the bond.// //Wish you'd told me that.// Orlando stalked back into the bedroom, snatched up his tie and began knotting it around his neck. //You scared the shit out of me.// //Sorry.// Sure he was. Karl didn't sound the least bit sorry. //So everything's fine?// //So far.// Orlando finished with his tie. Picking up his jacket, he shrugged into it and gave himself a final look in the mirror. //The car will be here in about ten minutes to pick us up.// //Nervous?// //A little.// //Relax. You'll do fine. Let me know how the meeting went when it's over.// //I will.// A deep breath and Orlando smiled at his reflection. His attention was drawn by a knock on the door. There was Elijah, right on time. Quick strides brought Orlando to the door, and he yanked it open. "About bloody time you got here." Elijah rolled his eyes. "Are you ready, dork?" "Ready as I'll ever be." Orlando slid the key into his pocket and closed the door. Draping an arm across Elijah's shoulders, he steered him towards the elevator. "C'mon, mate. Let's get this over with." + + + 45 minutes later, Orlando and Elijah stood in front of a pair of closed mahogany doors. Orlando stared at the doors, nervous, twitchy, mouth dry. Christ. He couldn't do this. It was stupid to think he.... "This is it," Elijah said softly. "Ready?" Orlando nodded, took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. And suddenly, his mind cleared, and calm descended on him. Karl thought he could do this. And damned if he was going to let Karl down. "Right then. Let's go tell them how things are going to be." Elijah grinned, gave Orlando a thumb's up. "After you." Orlando simply stuck out his tongue as he gripped the doorknobs. Turning them, he pushed the doors open and strode confidently through them, Elijah on his heels. "Good morning, gentlemen. My name is Orlando Bloom and I'm here to solve all your problems." + + + "Right. See you in a few hours then." Orlando pushed the door closed and leaned against it for a moment. Then, with a soft sigh, he pushed away and moved further into his hotel suite. Sunlight poured through the windows, but his body told him it was the middle of the night. Thank God they were flying home in ten hours. He wanted to be home now. In his own bed. With Karl. "Karl...." Orlando flopped on the bed, not bothering to remove even his jacket. Absently, he toed off his shoes as he did a quick mental calculation. Just after midnight in L.A. Perfect. Time for some payback. A sly grin split his face as he sat up, closed his eyes, concentrated on the warm bundle of harnessed lightning in the back of his head. //Karl?// Several seconds passed with no answer. Orlando frowned, tried again. //KARL!// //No need to shout. I heard you the first time.// //Oh.// Orlando ducked his head, feeling his face grow hot. He could sense Karl's amusement through the bond. Standing, stretching, he smiled. //I miss you.// //I miss you as well.// For a brief instant, Orlando felt the link between them pulse with love. //How did things go?// Tiny bounces betrayed Orlando's excitement to the empty room. He still couldn't believe how easily he had taken charge of the meeting. Nor how easily everything had been settled. Bounce, bounce, bounce. The sense of accomplishment was exhilarating. //It's all settled. Everyone's happy and there won't be any more problems.// //Good. I --// //You should have been here, love! I walked right into that boardroom, Lijah at my side, and I told them exactly how things were going to be.// And, sweet Jesus, what a rush that had been. //And they listened to me!// //I knew you could do it.// Karl sounded proud. Orlando could feel himself glowing. //So what are you doing?// //I'm in a Council meeting. Harry's talking right now.// //Ah.// Orlando smirked, stretched again. //Would you like to know what I'm doing?// //What?// Oh, yes, Karl was still amused. Orlando snickered. Nimble fingers touched black silk, slowly unknotting the tie. //Taking my clothes off.// Absolute silence greeted that comment. Orlando laughed, fully aware that Karl was paying very close attention to his words. //I'm taking my tie off now...letting it slide slowly from around my neck.// //I see.// Orlando grinned, his eyes gleaming with devilish delight. He shrugged out of his jacket, hips twitching to an imaginary beat. //Did I mention I'm dancing, too? Like I danced for you last week. I'm imagining that you're here, watching me.// //Little one...// //Unbuttoning my shirt now. One button at a time...so slowly. My fingers keep brushing my chest, and it feels nice.// //Orli...// Sensing the growing heat in Karl's mental voice, Orlando laughed. Taking his time undressing, he kept up a running commentary, detailing exactly what he was doing while ignoring anything and everything Karl tried to say. When all his clothes were removed, Orlando stood there, studied himself in the mirror. //I'm naked now.// Orlando smiled in delight at the soft groan in his head. //And I'm touching myself. Pretending it's you touching me. Feels so good, love. I like it when you touch me like this -- like I'm doing right now -- fingers wrapped around my cock and --// //Orlando!// Orlando collapsed on the bed, laughing, wondering if Karl was half as aroused as he sounded. //Yes, my lord?// //Don't pull that meek shit with me.// //Yes, Karl.// Orlando hoped he sounded contrite. He was pretty sure he failed miserably and that just made him laugh again. //Did you enjoy that?// //Yes, Karl.// Another grin, suppressed laughter as cool air caressed his nude body. //Good. Because you're going to do it again when you get home.// //I am?// //Oh, yes, you most definitely are.// //I most certainly am what?// Karl groaned, turned to meet Harry's amused eyes. //I wasn't talking to you, Harry. Stop being a voyeur.// //Thought Harry was addressing the Council?// Orlando sounded a bit puzzled. //Voyeur?// Harry's low chuckle sent heat straight to Karl's crotch. //Why am I a voyeur?// Christ. Now Harry was curious. //It's nothing. Forget it.// //Harry can hear us?// Orlando sounded half-amused, half-scandalized. //Not you. Just me.// Karl was trying desperately not to say too much. //What's he saying to you, to bring such passion to your eyes?// Harry reached under the table, started stroking Karl's thigh with nimble fingers. Karl fought the moan. Harry always had the power to completely undo him. //He's...ah...// Karl could just hear the wheels turning in Orlando's mind. //So Harry can't hear that I'm stroking my cock again, sliding my hand up and down the length, pretending it's your hand on me?// Orlando's words and Harry's actions were going to fucking kill him. //No.// The word was strangled. //He can't.// //I bet your pet is telling you something very nasty.// Harry's hand crept up Karl's inner thigh, brushed the ridge behind his zipper. //Hmm...very nasty.// Harry sounded impressed. Karl tried not to buck into the hand over him. //He can't hear the moans I'm making as I stroke my cock over and over, as I play with my navel ring and pretend it's your tongue?// Christ...fuck. Karl was on fire, seared both mentally and physically. Harry's hand moved up and down his rigid cock with slow, deliberate movements. //Tell me what he's saying, old man. I bet your pet is jerking off while shouting your name. Am I right?// Another groan, this one a bit louder. Karl closed his hand over Harry, sped up the motions. //My, you are excited, aren't you?// Orlando sounded breathless, on edge. Karl could tell his pet was close, and the thought was unbearably hot. //Yes.// Karl wasn't sure if he was talking to Orlando or Harry or the both of them. Didn't matter. As long as neither one of them stopped. Thank God Marcus was long-winded, because Karl couldn't have concentrated on the meeting if his life depended on it. //Tell me when he comes.// Harry's voice teased, seduced, while his hand sped up another fraction. //God, I'm close...so close...miss you// Orlando was panting now, almost there. Karl could practically feel the rush coursing through his pet's veins. His own voice was none too steady. //Miss you too, little one.// //Horking my endearments now, are we?// Karl didn't answer Harry. He was too busy trying not to come himself, even as Orlando shouted his name over and over in release. //Christ.// //Has he come yet?// Harry's voice was a throaty purr. //Yes.// Karl was frankly amazed he was able to form a complete thought. //Love you.// Orlando sounded sleepy, lazy, the way he always did right after he came. The sound made Karl ache. //Love you, too.// Karl groaned again, so close...another couple of strokes... Harry slowed his hand, ignored Karl's whimper. //We'll have time for that later.// He winked when Karl glared at him, withdrew his hand from Karl's crotch completely. //Just wanted you and your pet to have the full, interactive experience.// //You are such a bastard.// Harry's smile lit his handsome features. //Yes, but you love me for it.// //Am not a bastard.// Orlando was almost asleep. Karl wanted nothing more than to slide behind that slender body and cuddle…almost. //No. You're not. Harry is. Now sleep. I'll see you tomorrow night.// //Nite.// Karl waited a few long heartbeats, allowed his breathing to slow before he spoke, addressing the vampire at the end of the table. "Vig?" Viggo looked back at Karl. "You have a point you wish to make about this?" Karl didn't even know what they were talking about. Could be toxic waste in Malaysia. "Yes. But I require a 15 to call my assistant to get some figures." Karl was absolutely positive Viggo could see right through his words, but Viggo only nodded. "Very well. We'll reconvene in a half hour." He stared down at Karl, lips turned up at the corners. "To give you plenty of time." Karl was too horny to be grateful. He was out of his seat, pulling a very amused, but willing Harry behind him as soon as Viggo called the break. The briefing room next door was empty, and Karl had Harry locked in a furious, full-bodied kiss before the door even shut behind them. "You are such a cock tease," Karl growled, locking a hand around Harry's neck, moving the other to guide Harry's hand to the inseam of his slacks. Harry's eyes flashed, darkened with pleasure. "I knew you'd find a way to get us alone. Enjoy your pet's show, did you?" Harry's roughened fingers were already unbuckling and unzipping Karl's pants, closing over hard flesh. Karl bit Harry's shoulder, pumped his hips. "Now, puppy." "Guess I do owe you." Harry dropped to his knees, had Karl's cock in his mouth with his next breath. Fuck...yes. Just yes. Karl ran fingers through Harry's hair, anchored his head, thrusting his hips. Harry met every move, countered with one of his own, teeth and tongue alternating between marking and soothing, bringing unbearable pleasure with hollowed cheeks and fast movements. Karl came almost immediately, hoarsely chanting Harry's name, dizzy with the release. "Remind me to thank young Orlando later," Harry said, sliding back up Karl's body, giving him a leisurely, lazy kiss, as he zipped Karl's slacks, turning the simple process into another erotic act. "I'll be sure to mention it." Karl framed Harry's face between his smooth hands, brushed against Harry's body with his own. "Anything I can do for you?" Harry shuddered into him, nipped Karl's lower lip with pointed teeth. "I can think of a few things." The low rumble of his voice sent waves of heat through Karl's body. "Tell me." "I'll do one better." Harry leaned in, gave Karl a kiss that scorched, left them both hard and aching. "I'll show you when we get home." "Harry..." "Christ, old man, patience." Harry ran his hands down Karl's back, cupped his ass. "What I want to do to you requires time. Lots of it. It'll be worth it." He gave Karl's cheek one last squeeze, stepped out of Karl's embrace, and walked out the door. Karl followed, chuckling. Between Harry and Orlando, he was going to be dead within a year. Fucking lovely thought, that. |