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.
"Come on," Orlando said, tugging Harry's hand, pulling him towards the house. Impatient child. For the first time Harry could remember, he was reluctant to just walk in this house. He rang the doorbell, ignoring Orlando's puzzled frown. "Doesn't feel right," he said, answering the unspoken question. "Harry, I live here. We can walk in, you know." Orlando bounced, moving as if to pull his keys from his pocket. Just then the front door opened. "Forget your...key..." Karl's voice died, hand clamping down on the doorknob. "Harry." Harry couldn't stop staring. The shadowed light from the street earlier had hidden the fact that Karl looked like hell. Like he wasn't sleeping, wasn't eating right. Slender fingers raked through dark hair, and Harry had to restrain himself from stepping forward, reaching out, erasing the shadows from hazel eyes. Habits...lifetimes of them. "Can we talk?" he asked instead. "Can we talk," Orlando muttered, not quite under his breath. He shoved past Karl, stalking through the living room, heading towards the library. "You better fucking talk." "I...come in," Karl murmured, wincing as the library door slammed shut. He stepped back, gestured for Harry to enter. "He's a bit upset with me," Harry needlessly stated, following Karl into the living room. "Never would have imagined." Karl gave Harry a wry smile and stood there, hands in his pockets. "So...would you like to talk here or in there with our pissed off pet?" Harry cupped the back of his neck, gave a sheepish grin. "Here's good. What needs to be said...well, you know it's between us." "Are you fucking talking?" Orlando yelled, voice muffled by the thick door. Karl rolled his eyes and let out a soft laugh. "I doubt you'll convince him of that, but... Would you like a drink first?" "Yeah." Harry nodded. "And remind him, while you're updating him, that he doesn't need to shout through locked doors if he wants to talk to us." //I heard that. And the door's not locked.// Karl bit his lip to keep from laughing. Even Harry had to admit that the whole thing was bordering on absurd. "So," Karl said, pouring scotch into a glass, then handing it to Harry, "would you like me to apologize again?" "No, actually." Harry looked down at the amber liquid, swirled it around. "I just want to know what we're going to do next." He risked a glance up into Karl's eyes, tried not to linger. The breath left Karl's lungs in a soft sigh. "Next? I...well..." That hand raked through dark hair again, trembling slightly as it slid through the silky strands. "Try to...to fix things, I guess. Move forward. Take care of our...our mutual responsibility...even if we're not together." Not together. Fuck. Harry downed his drink, welcomed the smooth burn of the scotch down his throat. "Fix how?" he asked, risking another glance. "I don't know," Karl admitted, sounding tired. "I know I was wrong, that I fucked up...but I don't know how to fix it. I want to." Harry sank down on the sofa, needing the support. "So, how do we fix it?" His voice was soft as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. And wondered how the hell it had ever gotten to this point, how things had gotten so fucked. "This should have never been broken." "No, it shouldn't have. And I'm sorry for my part in it." Karl dropped into a chair, staring into his own glass of scotch, eyes haunted. "But please understand...I couldn't reach you, couldn't reach him, he was whimpering...you'd been so raw...I was frightened, Harry. And I reacted badly." Harry looked back down at his hands, twisting the glass in short movements. "I miss her. So much." The admission cost him. But wasn't quite as bad as he'd thought it would be. "When she died, I felt like my soul had been crushed." He looked back up, ran his eyes over the familiar, beloved body sitting across from him. "The past few weeks without you have been worse." Before Harry could blink, Karl was out of his chair and on his knees in front of the sofa. A warm hand wrapped around Harry's, the other lifting to touch his cheek. "I miss her, too," Karl whispered in a shaky voice. "And the last few weeks have been hell." "Beyond hell." Harry sank to the carpet, already shivering from the light touch. It had been so long... "Think we should tell the child that his fondest wish is about to come true?" Managed a teasing smile around the tightness in his chest, squeezing down on Karl's fingers. "Feel free," Karl smiled, fingers sliding to cup Harry's jaw. "He seems to listen to you better than he does me." "That's because I actually talk to him, you dumb fuck," Harry stated, only half-joking, kissing Karl's palm. "You need to learn how to do that. He's not as patient as I am with your innumerable faults." "No, but he loves me." Karl rubbed his thumb across Harry's lower lip, leaned in, then stopped as if unsure. Harry closed the small distance between them, his kiss achingly brief. "He's not the only one." * * * Orlando sprawled in a chair, staring at a painting on the wall. He had no clue who the artist was, but the quirky mixture of colors was intriguing. The soft tocktocktock of the ink pen tapping against his teeth filled the room, and he wondered if the eternal idiots were talking. They couldn't be killing each other. Too quiet for that. So they better be talking. Not that he was holding his breath. Karl never talked. And Harry...oh, that was rich. Harry didn't talk nearly as much as he thought he did. Fuckers, both of them. He debated yelling through the closed door again, decided it would take too much effort. "You know, he's downright adorable when he's all broody." "Hmm, I think you're onto something, old man." "Oh, piss off." Orlando looked up as the two vampires filled the doorway. His eyes shifted to their linked hands, then back up to their faces. "I assume the two of you talked and are no longer being morons?" Harry arched an eyebrow. "Didn't we just have this discussion?" Orlando shifted to drape one long leg over a chair arm, foot swinging idly as he studied them. "Which discussion would that be?" "The one about you being the moron who's bonded to the both of us." "Yes, well..." One shoulder lifted in a delicate shrug, and Orlando smiled. "You two have reached a whole new level of moronicness. You have far surpassed me in that category." "Well, fuck, in that case, we can leave you to your superiority in private," Karl replied, small smile flitting across his lips. He turned to Harry, cupped his chin, the motion intimate. "He probably doesn't really mean it, anyway." "No, probably not," Harry agreed genially, before lowering his head, his lips touching Karl's. Orlando leaned forward a bit, tottering until he regained his balance, eyes wide as he watched Harry and Karl. If that was what they looked like kissing... He tried to resist the urge to ask. And succeeded for about five seconds. "Probably doesn't mean what?" Harry took his time lifting his head. "All that talk about wanting to be with the both of us," he answered, gaze raking Orlando from head to toe. "Together." "Together?" Orlando blinked, stared at them. What the hell? Did they seriously think...? "I did too mean that!" "I don't believe him." Karl smiled at Harry -- a small, private smile that had all of Orlando's blood scrambling, racing, to his crotch. Harry stroked Karl's chin. "Think we should show him what he'd be missing?" "Might change his mind," Karl agreed, dropping to his knees before Harry, and unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up. Orlando shifted again in the chair, pulling his legs under him and kneeling, upper body leaning over the arm. Were they...looked like they were. Or at least Karl was. And the sight of him, on his knees, in front of Harry, was enough to short circuit Orlando's brain. "I don't need to change my mind," he murmured, eyes still wide. "I did mean it when I said I wanted to be with the both of you together." Karl pushed Harry's shirt apart, baring the muscled chest, abs. Orlando swallowed, breath short. "What do you think?" Karl asked, looking up at Harry. Harry sank to his knees, licked a slow path across Karl's neck, fangs peeking from his lips. //I'd say he needs to prove it.// "I heard that." Thank fucking God. Orlando grinned broadly, very pleased with himself. He didn't hesitate to join them, pouncing them both, carrying them to the floor with him, and kissing them noisily. Harry and Karl made a big deal of grumbling about his weight, but let him slide between them. "Our pet has balls, old man," Harry said, kissing the soft skin of Orlando's cheek. "He's lacking manners, though." Karl snorted, leaned over to kiss Harry again. "You're more than welcome to teach them to him. Good luck to you." Orlando continued to grin, wiggling between them until he got comfortable. "You wouldn't love me any other way." "Do you know he's managed to call the both of us idiots, moron, assholes and bastards in the same night?" Harry asked against Karl's lips. "Yeah, well, when he's right..." The rest of Karl's remark was cut off by Harry's mouth on his. There absolutely wasn't a more beautiful sight in the world. Orlando watched them quietly, with wide eyes, stroked a tentative finger along their jaws. //I think he's gone shy, Karl.// //I have not!// Orlando frowned a bit, sliding his hand around to tug on a strand of Harry's hair. //I just...// Karl simply made a growling noise in the back of his throat, pulled Orlando up to them. //Was just enjoying the view, that's all.// Orlando managed to sound a bit indignant as he tried to crawl inside Karl's mouth, then Harry's. Harry's tongue dueled with his and Karl's, teasing them both. Hmm...peel off Harry's pants first or Karl's shirt? Just the thought of having to decide made Orlando giddy until he remembered there were two vampires with him. Two vampires. One ring. Karl solved the problem by yanking his own shirt over his head, flinging it across the room. "I promise, Orlando, that I'm not neglecting you, but I have something I need to do right now," he said, then tipped Harry completely on his back, looming over him. "I've been without your taste far too long," he murmured, lowering his head to Harry's chest. Orlando rolled out of the way, eyes wide. "No, that's fine," he said, softly. "I'll just...watch. Yeah, that's it. Watch." He propped himself up on one elbow, hardly daring to breathe, his eyes roaming over the both of them. Harry's soft groan of satisfaction filled the room as he slid his hands through the silk of Karl's hair, tugged Karl up for a violent kiss that vaporized air, eviscerated thought, left them beyond movement in its wake. "Christ, I've missed you, old man." "I assure you," Karl said against Harry's mouth, "that the feeling has been mutual." He caught Harry's wrists and pinned them to the floor above his head. Karl lowered his head, his mouth sliding down the strong column of Harry's throat, nibbling, sucking, licking. Orlando continued to watch in rapt fascination as Karl's tongue traced the muscles of Harry's chest, white teeth nipping, fangs grazing tanned skin. Harry arched up into every movement of Karl's body, muscled body quivering with the effort of holding still, hands spasming open and closed above his head as Karl continued his downward path, suckling and biting, his tongue and teeth alternating in languid actions. Orlando watched for a moment longer then slid over to lace his hands with Harry's. He smiled down at Harry, kissed his forehead, his eyes drawn back to Karl. Karl took his time, his tongue laving every inch of exposed flesh as nimble fingers worked to quickly divest Harry of his jeans. Those same fingers curled around Harry's cock, began to stroke as Karl lifted his head and flashed Harry a wicked grin. "Been too fucking long," he said and then lowered his head once more. "Christ." Harry's answer was part groan, part plea, so fucking sexy it made Orlando's blood hurt. But it was nothing compared to the sight of Karl's mouth slowly stretching over Harry's cock. Orlando shifted around until he was sitting above Harry's head, eyes locked on Karl, hands stroking up and down Harry's arms. So fucking beautiful... Karl drew Harry's full length into his mouth, tongue swirling over velvety skin. Hands and fingers danced up and down Harry's thighs as Karl moved, licking and sucking, fangs lightly grazing firm flesh. Scorching, carnal, encompassing, obscenely hot...Karl's mouth was a thing of living beauty. He loved Harry's cock like it had been years, instead of weeks, since he'd tasted Harry on his tongue, swallowing and sucking as if he'd never get another opportunity. Harry's harsh curses filled the air, sighing 'fuck' and 'Karl' and 'more' almost in the same breath, strong hands bruising Orlando's as they flexed under his, hips rising to meet Karl's every down stroke in a seductive dance that was seamless in its every motion. Karl slid into Harry's mind, pleased beyond thought to be there again. Now he was the one being pleasured and touched and...kissed. Yes, Orlando was bent over, pressing soft kisses across Harry's face. Karl relished the taste and feel of Harry on his tongue, felt as if he were a starving man and Harry was the feast set in front of him. And through it all, he could feel the delicate touch of Orlando's mind hovering at the fringes, wonder and appreciation coloring his every thought. Harry came with an inarticulate groan in Karl's mouth, the sound echoing in both the room, under Karl's tongue, in Orlando's mind, in Karl's. Shudders wracked his body, chest heaving, hands crushing Orlando's just to the point of pain. Karl took his time moving back up Harry's body, stopping to lick across a sculpted abdomen, hard chest, strong shoulders, corded neck. Karl's kiss was flavored with the taste of Harry, his tongue lazily dueling with Harry's, then with Orlando's. Orlando's hands moved over Harry's arms, shoulders, and neck in soothing strokes. One hand slid up to touch first Harry's face, then Karl's, as his tongue tangled with both of theirs. He was content to touch and kiss for the moment, his mind still focused on the beauty that was Harry and Karl together. And to think he had them both now. Christ, but it was a very overwhelming thought. //Trust me, this is just the beginning.// Orlando glanced down to see Harry's amused eyes staring up at him. "You can let go of me now, child. I'm not going anywhere." Karl chuckled, stretched out over Harry's body with a satisfied sigh. "Fucking straight, you're not. I'm not nearly done with you yet." Orlando grinned and pulled back. "No, you're definitely not going anywhere." He fell over gracefully, propping himself up on an elbow again. His free hand reached out, stroking whatever bare skin it encountered. "You two are so...so...beautiful." "Hear that, puppy, someone else thinks you're beautiful." Karl bit Harry playfully on the shoulder. "He's just like you, it hardly fucking counts," Harry grumbled, moving his hands down to rid Karl of his jeans. "You know, you're wearing too fucking much." "Am not like him," Orlando said, the sound indignant. He sniffed, then grinned at the identical expressions the vampires turned on him. "Yeah, Harry's right. You're wearing too many clothes, love." He crawled over to help, his hands joining Harry's and making quick work of Karl's jeans. Karl kicked them off the rest of the way, lean, graceful body sinful in the low light. "Fuck, but I've missed looking at you," Harry murmured, roughened hands already busy roving over bare, satin flesh. Karl melted into Harry's hands, every sense awash with such transcendent desire that it seemed he must be drowning in it. "Definitely missed this," Harry sighed, rolled Karl over until Karl was trapped beneath a hard body and a feral grin. "You do realize that our pet is still fully dressed, right?" he asked, without taking his eyes off of Karl. Orlando's eyes went wide and he let out a tiny sound that was suspiciously like a squeak. "Um, don't mind me, I'm just going to watch. From over there." He gestured behind him, his eyes locked on Harry and Karl as he started to slide backwards across the floor. Karl turned his head just enough so Orlando could see the tips of white fangs peeking through his lazy smile. "I see that. And he seems to be attempting to go somewhere." "Bit disrespectful of him, don't you think?" Harry simply reached out, dragged a squirming Orlando back to them, trapping him under a muscled arm. Orlando pushed at Harry's arm, not really thinking he'd manage to move it. So he settled for lying there quietly, smiling up at Harry with what he hoped was his most charming and winsome smile. "Wasn't disrespectful. Just thought I'd give the two of you a chance to...you know. Catch up on the past few weeks." Karl snorted in amusement, shook his head. "And here I thought I was the only one he was telling such blatant lies to." "Hmm. Disrespectful, and a liar." Harry and Karl shared a secret smile that had Orlando more nervous than he could ever remember being in his life. "Have to do something about that." Orlando found himself under Harry the next instant, trapped under that heavily muscled body, under all that heat. Moving wasn't even an option as Harry lowered his lips to Orlando's, nibbling on his lower lip with firm teeth. Okay, so the smile hadn't worked. File that away for future reference. Orlando sighed and tried to bring his hands up to pull Harry's head down, only to find them trapped at his sides. He wiggled for a moment, then gave up the effort, choosing instead to lift his head in an effort to catch Harry's lips fully. Karl's soft laugh -- low and wicked and unbearably erotic -- drifted to Orlando's ears and he briefly wondered where, exactly, Karl was. //Pay attention, little one.// Uh oh. Karl was amused again. That always spelled trouble of some sort. //You're not going to want to miss any of this.// Not going to...oh. OH. Fucking hell...Orlando stopped breathing, didn't need air, fuck oxygen. The mouth on his shifted as Harry moved off him and cool air, then liquid heat surrounded his cock. Harry fucking his mouth, Karl's mouth fucking his cock...Orlando couldn't even move, couldn't respond. Too many sensations to count tripped over his nerves, along his mind as both Harry and Karl invaded his thoughts, besieged him. Fuck, fuck, fuck...it was the only thought in his head. Karl's mouth was relentless, Harry's mouth was voracious...fuck... Orlando whimpered, tried again to bring his hands up to touch Harry. Or Karl. Or both. His back arched violently as fangs grazed the length. Another whimper was lost in Harry's mouth. Fuck. Just...fuck. Orlando's tongue snaked out, dueling with Harry's, sliding over sharp fangs. He was himself and Harry and Karl all rolled into one, bound so tightly he no longer knew where he ended and they began. //Enough, Karl.// No... Orlando whimpered again when Karl's mouth left his cock, when Harry's mouth eased off his lips. Wha... "Hush, love, we've got all night." Harry's breath was warm in his ear as clever fingers finished taking off his jeans, another set stripping off his t-shirt. Still couldn't move, was too raw, so close to coming that a simple brush of skin would do. Needed, please, just... "Shhh, not yet." Karl licked his ear with a soft tongue. Someone parted his legs, then a slick finger pressed into him...oh. Oh God...Orlando's eyes flew open, startled gaze resting on Harry, between his thighs, finger moving in and out of him with slow strokes. Karl continued his ministrations on Orlando's ear, moving his tongue in time with Harry's finger. "Christ...." Orlando's teeth sank into his bottom lip, breathing harsh and ragged. He watched Harry through heavy lidded eyes, shifted his body a bit in an effort to get closer. He moaned softly, one hand sliding up Karl's arm to grip the bicep tightly. He wanted more. Wanted it now, yesterday if possible. His mind, still wrapped tightly in theirs, was overwhelmed, and all he could feel was tightness and heat and wet tongue and soft skin. "Not yet." Orlando wasn't sure if it was Harry or Karl who spoke, wasn't sure which one gave the soft, answering laugh. He groaned, opened his mouth to beg for more, was cut off by Karl's mouth, plundering his own as...Jesus. Cock filling him, huge and hard and...Harry. Oh God. Orlando bit down on Karl's lip hard enough to draw blood, tasted it on himself. Harry hooked Orlando's legs around his arms, started thrusting, small strokes, barely moving... Karl licking the blood from his tongue, easing down to his neck. The scream bubbling in Orlando's throat came out as a breathless, keening moan. Filled, invaded, God, just...so much heat, not enough movement, wanted Harry slamming inside him, couldn't even beg for it, mind too full of Harry, and Harry's cock, too full of Karl and Karl's tongue. "Think he's had enough?" "Not yet." Couldn't distinguish who was talking, opened his eyes, saw Karl rise up, tangle tongues with Harry, the kiss blatant and carnal, everything Orlando wanted. Harry sped his hips up a fraction, the movements still too slow, not enough, please Harry, please someone, couldn't take much more, was going to die from watching, from feeling, from knowing... "Please..." The word passed Orlando's lips in a barely audible whisper. His hands clutched at empty air, his hips bucked, his back arched. Please. Just...please. It was all too much. He could feel Harry inside him, tiny thrusts designed to drive him insane slowly. Could feel himself around Harry, tight and hot and yielding. Could feel the kiss between the two vampires as if it were his tongue being teased, his lips being tasted. Another soft laugh above him. Then gentle fingers were stroking his hair, a warm mouth was touching his throat, a wet tongue was licking up towards his ear. "Not yet, love." He was going to die. He knew it. Just fucking knew it. Harry and Karl were going to kill him. He didn't see how any mortal could survive the dual assault on his senses, on his body, in his mind. Didn't know how...oh. Yes, right there. That...God. Please. Just a little more, just like that... Harry changed the angle again, cock now sliding almost all the way out before pushing gently back in, each movement deliberate, unhurried. "Please..." It was no more than a thought, a prayer on Orlando's lips. Each thrust brought Harry closer and closer to Orlando's sweet spot, closer and closer to the oblivion he craved more than he craved oxygen. "Almost there." Karl brushing back Orlando's damp hair with gentle fingers, lifting one of Orlando's limp wrists with his hands. Harry sped up again, thrusts a bit hurried now, a bit less controlled. Yes, please, need... Harry tightened his grip on Orlando's sweat-slicked legs, lowered his chest, his mouth, to tease just above Orlando's. "Ready?" The question echoed in his head. He could only whimper again, shuddering with the effort of not flying apart. "Hold on, we've got you," Harry whispered into his open mouth, and kissed him, just as Karl's fangs struck deep in his wrist, just as Harry finally let go and slammed into him. Orlando screamed his release into Harry's mouth. Bright rainbows exploded behind his eyes as his mind was pulled into a spinning vortex of feeling and lust and love. His body was torn apart, dissolved, remade by the fire that was the both of them piercing him, invading him. He was light and dark and every shade in between. He could feel nothing, think nothing but Harry and Karl and cock and tongue and fangs... When Orlando regained senses and thought, his body was being stroked by two sets of gentle hands. He blinked slowly, eyes regaining sight in small increments, focused on Karl, lying to one side of him, kissing his forehead, fingers combing through the trail of hair on his stomach. "I'm dead." It was a statement. "Not quite." A low chuckle on his other side brought his head around, still bleary eyes now focusing on Harry, body nestled against him, hardened leg thrown over his hip, holding him in place, Harry's lips nipping softly on Orlando's fingers. "But you were pretty out of it there." Karl smiled, licked the pool of moisture on Orlando's neck. "Lovely thing, watching you fall apart like that." Orlando tried to move, closed his eyes when his body wouldn't cooperate. Yes, the lines of communication from brain to extremities were still down. Lovely. Fine with him. He'd just lay here, warm and tired and being petted. "You sure I'm not dead?" He cracked open one eye and peered at Karl. He received only a grin in response. Harry's chuckle in his ear sent a shiver up his spine and warm lips touched his ear. "You don't feel dead." Harry's hand swept down his chest, hovered over his stomach, just barely brushing his ring. Orlando closed his eyes, tilted his head back, made a small sound in the back of his throat. "No, definitely not dead." Karl's hand joined Harry's and Orlando's eyes flew open to regard them suspiciously. They shared another smile, this one, if possible, even more wicked than the last. And Orlando found out he wasn't dead, wasn't even close, as his body was shocked into screamingly sharp focus when two sets of tongues dueled with that fucking ring, Harry and Karl passing it back and forth between the two of them, taking turns sucking and laving. "Oh God." The next time he came around, he was lying on the bed, spooned between two solid bodies. Didn't remember getting here, didn't remember moving. Only remembered coming again, hoarsely chanting Harry's name, Karl's name over and over as they teased his ring, his navel until he couldn't take another second, had to come, had to come right then. //Now I'm dead.// He couldn't even summon the energy to speak. Just laid there, limp and rag-doll like, let himself be moved, shifted until he was completely surrounded by Karl and Harry on either side of him again, both of them holding him tight. //No, you're not, but another demonstration might kill you.// Karl kissed his cheek, the caress infinitely loving. Harry trailed rough fingers up through his hair, massaging his scalp. //We'll wait a bit. Until you're recovered.// //Good idea.// Orlando snuggled against them, his eyes drifting closed. Harry's hands were gentle, soothing, much like Karl's hands as they moved over Orlando's body in soft caresses. //Love you.// Orlando wasn't specific, didn't direct his thoughts at either of them, wanted them both to hear. Warms lips touched his cheek and he smiled. //Love you.// Both of them, repeating the words back to him in one thought, lulling him to sleep with loving hands. Just a couple of hours, just enough to get his strength... He was asleep before he finished the thought. |