| 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.
Then, he lifted his head, looked at Harry, smile fading just a bit. "I've missed you." "I know." Harry cupped the back of Karl's neck, fingers tickling the soft hairs. "I've missed you too. More than I can tell you." Karl let himself be pulled closer, his hand sliding up Harry's arm as Harry's lips brushed across his. Brief seconds were all Karl allowed himself to enjoy the kiss before he pulled back. "Harry...I'm sorry. This," he gestured towards Orlando cradled between them, "should have happened weeks ago. And it would have if I hadn't been so damn stupid." "Doesn't matter." But Karl knew that it did, knew that it still mattered a great deal, knew that things were still precarious, that he was still in danger of losing Harry. And it wasn't a risk he was ever willing to take again. This time, he'd find the words. Karl's finger touched Harry's lips, slid over them in a silencing gesture. "Listen, puppy. I'm trying to apologize here." He gave Harry a wry smile, lowered his hand to rest against on Orlando's dark curls. "I'm sorry for what happened, and I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am. I trust you. I always have. I trust you with everything I am, everything I have. I know you may not believe me, but I never thought you'd hurt Orli. Ever. Intentionally or not." "I know." Harry sighed, slumped back against the pillows. "But fuck, Karl...Dave was right. We've been taking each other for granted for far too long." "Out of the mouths of babes." Karl laughed quietly and shook his head. "I'm an idiot, and I freely admit that. Dave was right, and so were you. I should have talked to Orli long before I did. I should have trusted him with the truth. I wasn't sure he could handle it. And when he took it upon himself to talk to you...I got scared." He reached across Orlando to take one of Harry's hands. "I didn't stop to think. Something, I'm afraid, I've done a lot more than usual lately." Harry's smile was the most beautiful thing in the world right then, lit up his darkly handsome features with its brilliance. "Thank you for that." Harry reversed the position of their joined hands, stared down at them for a long time. Karl was afraid to even hold his breath. So much...everything...hung in the balance, waiting for Harry's next words. "I love you, Karl. There's not a single more important thing in my life than you, and you know that." Harry paused, brought Karl's hand up to his lips for a gentle kiss. "But, if we're going to do this," Harry glanced down at the still-sleeping Orlando, "going to do him justice, we need to communicate with each other. All of us." Karl nodded, tightened his fingers around Harry's. "You're right. As usual. I'm not good at talking to people." He pressed a soft kiss to Orlando's forehead when he stirred slightly. "As Orli enjoys pointing out every chance he gets." He looked back up at Harry, expression sober, eyes dark. "I love you. I've loved you for over 800 years. And I love him...and if talking is what it takes to keep you both, well...then talking is what I'll do." "So, talk to me. Tell me where you see this going, tell me what you see when you look at me, at him, at us together." It was a challenge, delivered in a low voice filled with love and apprehension. It was the apprehension Karl had to address. "What do I see when I look at you?" Karl took a deep breath. "I see my soul. The same with him. And when I look at the two of you together, at all of us together...I see completion." He pulled Harry's hand towards him a little, bringing their joined hands down to rest lightly on Orlando's chest. "When I look at you, at him...I see two people that I never want to lose. I see the three of us together, as lovers, as friends, as equals. Forever." "He's not going to have forever," Harry reminded him, looking at him patiently. Harry's thumb stroked over Orlando's ribs, the touch delicate. "Not unless he asks for something more, and I don't even think he knows to ask. Are you prepared for that? Prepared to lose him one day?" Karl looked down as Orlando murmured in his sleep. "No. I'm no more prepared to lose him than I was to lose you." Karl's thumb rubbed across Harry's knuckles. "He wants it, I'm sure of it." His eyes darkened, almost blazing in their intensity when he looked back at Harry. "I will not lose either of you." Harry kept Karl's gaze, steady and sure. "Remember that then, when the urge strikes you to not say something. Remember that it nearly fucking killed me, but I lived without you. I'm with you because I choose to be, same as him." The kiss Harry bestowed on Karl this time was a little more intense, but still maddeningly brief. "I won't be taken for granted again." "If there is a next time...feel free to knock me on my ass," Karl said. "Deal." Karl eased Orlando away from Harry, gently lifted him and moved him to the other side of the bed. A soft kiss on Orlando's cheek, and then Karl was back, his body pressing Harry into the mattress. "I fucked up. Badly. Let me make it up to you." "And how would you do that?" The question was mild, but the look on Harry's face...Karl had missed that look, missed the sinful promise in these eyes, missed this body, missed this smile. Harry grabbed Karl's hips, held him in place between Harry's open legs. "Show me." Karl shifted just enough to grind his hips against Harry. He grinned, his tongue flicking out to lick Harry's chin. Karl's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head, lips moving across Harry's throat. "Been too fucking long." The words were muffled against warm flesh as Karl nibbled and licked his way down to Harry's collarbone. Been entirely too fucking long. And it wasn't going to happen again. Ever. Karl shifted again, pressed Harry further into the mattress as hands swept over firm muscles, danced across a broad chest, slid lower to brush over a flat stomach. "Too long..." Harry sighed, scraping his nails down Karl's back, trembling beneath Karl's hands. "Every fucking minute without you..." "I know, Harry, I know." Worse than any torture, worse than any nightmare. Never again. Karl made the vow along Harry's sternum, breathed the words into Harry's skin. "Love you," Karl whispered against one flat nipple, flicking his tongue over it. "Love you so fucking much." His hands, constantly moving, slid down, down...curled around Harry's cock, began to stroke slowly. He slid into Harry's mind, relished the warm familiarity of it. His hand continued to move, almost maddeningly slow, as his body shifted to bring their mouths back into alignment. A tiny pause just to look, and then...yes. Like that. Firm lips under his, moving against his. Perfect. Equal. Tongues danced together, slid wetly against each other. Through it all, Karl's hand continued its slow, relentless glide up and down heated flesh. This was what he'd missed more than oxygen, more than blood, over the last endless weeks...Harry, moaning into his mouth; Harry, tangling hands in Karl's hair; Harry moving under him, moving for him. "Need..." Harry groaned, crushed Karl's mouth to his for another kiss, hips pumping in time with Karl's fist. Harry bit down on Karl's tongue and Karl tasted the bitter copper of his blood sliding into his mouth, into Harry's, becoming part of the kiss. Desire fragmented Karl's body, sharp pricks of desire pierced his soul. Harry's need became his, Harry's want became his, will and control falling away until only the thoughts now and more and Harry remained. "Talk to me," Karl said in a soft growl against Harry's lips. "Tell me...." "More..." Karl's body shifted just a fraction, free hand feeling around on the floor until it touched the bottle dropped there earlier. Then slick fingers were sliding into Harry, pushing, thrusting, in and out, curling just enough to brush...there we go. Right there. Karl's grin was wicked, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Harry's face, watched those beautiful eyes close, watched that head tip back just the slightest bit. Fingers and hand worked in tandem, moving together as lips touched Harry's jaw. "So fucking beautiful," Karl whispered, tongue swirling along the contours of Harry's ear. "How'd I get so lucky?" "You...won...Christ...the bet." Harry's breathless pants were the most beautiful sounds, the body contracting around Karl's fingers beyond transcendent. "As you're so fond of telling me, you let me win." Karl moved his fingers faster now, needed to watch Harry come apart for him, needed Harry to fracture around him. No finesse now when they kissed, no seduction...just lips and teeth and tongues and Karl's fingers still working their way inside Harry's body, the tips just brushing Harry's sweet spot. Just Harry clamping down on Karl's hips with bruising hands, just Harry parting his thighs, allowing Karl complete access to his body. "Please..." Harry's dazed eyes opened, focused on Karl. //Please// And, for the first time that Karl could ever remember, there was no hesitation, no slight tinge of shame coloring Harry's plea. Love swamped him, overwhelmed him with its intensity. //Anything for you. Always...// He removed his fingers, smiled at Harry's reaction. //Patience.// //Fuck patience.// The words were a growl in Karl's mind, and he grinned, leaned forward to brush his chest against Harry's, his lips against Harry's ear. "Very well..." Karl whispered as he slid into Harry. Fuck, yes. This was what he'd wanted, what he'd missed...this tight heat surrounding him, this slow glide of flesh into flesh, this writhing and arching and moving. He thrust, rocking his hips against Harry's in small, rolling movements. His lips fastened over the pulse point in Harry's throat, sucking lightly, tongue dancing across salty skin. Harry tightened his legs around Karl's waist, forcing Karl to move faster. Rough hands circled Karl's back, a wet tongue invaded Karl's mouth. Karl's thrusts became reckless, hurried. Yes Harry yes Karl more need please fuck...words jumbled in their minds as they bucked into each other, moved together with mouths and tongues and bodies. //Now.// Harry's broken command pushed Karl over the edge, down an abyss another thousand years could never fill. Faster, faster, hips pumping in a blur of motion, mouths mimicking in a rhythmic push. Harry's cock twitched against Karl's hip, hard, aching...Karl reached between them, fisted the length, sent Harry tumbling over the edge with him, crashing into the abyss as one being, total, complete, forever. Breathing harshly, Karl collapsed onto Harry's chest, turned his head to kiss Harry's neck. "Fuck," he murmured, hands gliding up and down Harry's sides. "Yeah." Harry's tired laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrated along the length of their joined bodies. "What you just said." "Mmm." Karl stayed where he was, content to lie enclosed in strong arms, placing tiny kisses along the cords of Harry's neck. "Love you, puppy." "Love you, old man." Harry kissed Karl's cheek, ran his hands down to cup Karl's ass. "Obviously haven't lost your touch over the last weeks. New pet keeping you in practice?" Harry asked, his grin sinful. Karl laughed, the sound rich and clean. "Just wait. I think the child's part nympho. Either that or he's a lot more like you than I first thought." Karl lifted his head, grinned. "I can't keep my damn hands off him. And he likes to be touched. A lot. He also likes to touch...a lot. And then there's the dancing." Another laugh and Karl dropped his head, his forehead resting on Harry's shoulder. "Dancing?" Harry sounded intrigued. "You have no idea," Karl answered, voice muffled. "It's the second most erotic sight in the world." "What's the first?" Karl lifted his head, gaze tender as it roved over Harry's beloved face. "You, when you come for me," he smiled. Harry's answering smile was equally soft. "Guess I'll have to ask him to dance for me, then." Harry stroked his hands up Karl's back, back down, the movements sweeping. Karl arched his back into the touch. "He'll do it. He's a shameless little show-off." "That's not a bad thing," Harry laughed softly, hands still moving over Karl's back. "I'll remind you of that." Harry leaned up, licked Karl's neck and jaw with a slow sweep of his tongue. "I look forward to it. We done talking yet?" Karl turned his head, caught Harry's lips, slid his tongue across them before delving into the sweetness of Harry's mouth. //Yeah, I think so...// Harry rolled them off the bed, lifted Karl's legs around his waist, mouth still plundering Karl's. //Good.// |