| Title: Cherished Authors: Jo & Brenda Series: Claimed Pairings: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair Rating: NC17 Summary: Vampires and pets and sex, oh my. Yeah, it's an AU. Disclaimer: As far as we know, vampires don't exist. Cha. Author's Notes: *Brenda points to Jo* It was all her fault. I just went along with it. *Jo points back at Brenda* Her Karl had designs on my Orli. She liked the idea so we let them play. This is what happened. *mwah* *Brenda & Jo look around, then whisper* But it's really *all* Harry's fault and if he says otherwise, it's a lie! For the other 1/2 of the Quartet. *mwah*
He stood just inside the doorway of the bedchamber, watching with a small smile. The satin sheets of the bed were tangled around two sets of muscular legs, articles of clothes lay strewn haphazardly around the room, and braces of candles lit the chamber with a fiery glow, highlighting bronze and cream skin as the two vampires stroked each other with languid hands, sharing kiss after kiss. They moved like music together, a brush of lips on skin, a murmur of appreciation, hands that excited, then soothed. It was a dance they'd performed countless times over the centuries, each time new and different, each time better than the last. That they'd chosen Orlando to be a part of their circle was a miracle he knew he'd always be thankful for. He finally strolled into the room, shedding his clothes as he walked, silk and denim dropping to the floor unnoticed, unneeded. "You two just couldn't wait for me, could you?" Harry lifted his head, then went back to his oral perusal of Karl's neck, battle-scarred hands stroking Karl's graceful body from shoulder to thigh. //Your choice to go out, little one.// //Not the point.// Orlando's mental voice was a bit petulant as he crawled on the bed, wrapping himself around Karl like a blanket, his own long fingers joining Harry's, roaming over cream skin. Karl pulled Orlando's head down to his waiting lips, mouth tasting of clove and copper and love, the taste beyond addictive. Orlando could live a thousand lifetimes and never get enough of Karl, enough of full lips gliding over his, tongue slipping over his, a mouth that chained him with velvet and heat. Orlando lifted his head, tongue snaking out to capture more of Karl's taste on his lips, gaze snared by Harry's tawny eyes on them, one hand propping his head as he continued to move his other hand on Karl. "Getting shy on us, Harry?" Orlando teased, licking his tongue over his lower lip, found it captured by Harry's mouth an instant later. Where Karl's kiss was clove, exotic and elegant, mysterious and warm, Harry's kiss was a tornado, wild and barbaric, a vortex of scalding fury that had Orlando throbbing and raw. Harry didn't kiss so much as he marked his territory with knowing lips and an asserting tongue. //Better?// Harry's smirk beyond arrogant, beyond sin. "Fuck, but I love watching the two of you duel with each other," Karl commented, resting his head on his hands, grinning at Orlando's breathless gasps for air. "He asked for it." Harry went back to tracing Karl's chest with the tip of his tongue, over every muscle, every inch of skin. Karl melted into him, fluid under Harry's touch. "Did not," Orlando replied, wrapping his fingers around Karl's straining erection, smiling when Karl jumped under his hand. "I was merely making a comment." Harry wrapped his hand over Orlando's, increased the pace. They both watched as Karl writhed into the contact, back arching. "Christ, old man, you'd think I hadn't just made you come." "Harry..." Karl's hazel eyes clouded, fingers reaching to pull Harry up to him for another kiss, groaning when Orlando joined in, darting his tongue between Harry and Karl, rubbing over two sets of fangs. Orlando groaned when Karl's questing fingers closed over the gold ring in Orlando's navel, toying with the small charm attached to it. That fucking ring... The two of them had made Orlando come from nothing more than sucking on that damn piece of gold more times than Orlando could count. "Christ..." "Hmm...good idea. Hold onto something, Orlando." And then Harry's mouth closed over the ring, sucking it into his mouth. And, as usual, Orlando's world simply shattered. He sped his hand up on Karl's cock almost reflexively, whimpering at the new sensations flooding through him. Screamed when Harry sank his fangs around the sensitive flesh surrounding his navel, the sound swallowed by Karl's mouth on his. Fuck...Christ...God...rainbows of color exploded behind his eyes, and his was mind filled with Harry's mouth on him, his blood on Harry's tongue, warring sensations fighting for dominance as he slipped into Harry's mind, was Harry's mouth, Harry's teeth, was himself, biting Karl's lip as his orgasm swept through him on a hard wave. Karl shuddered into Orlando's hand as he came on Orlando's fingers, his orgasm sweeping through Orlando's brain, completing the circle. Harry licked the small wound closed with a gentle swipe of his tongue, joined Karl and Orlando for a leisurely kiss. "Feel better?" Harry asked. "Mmm." It was the only sound Orlando was capable of making. He snuggled into Karl's embrace, pulled Harry down to Karl's other side, linking their fingers together over Karl's chest. "I don't know about him, but I certainly am," Karl replied, shifting to get a bit more comfortable between the two bodies. Harry chuckled, kissed the underside of Karl's jaw. "You're such a slut." "This coming from a man who has three lovers," Karl retorted. "Hello, pot." Orlando snorted, raised his head a fraction to throw a mock-glare at Harry. "When does Dave get home again?" "Two days." "Good. Won't be so outnumbered, then." Orlando snuggled back into Karl's arms, squeezed Harry's hand. "Little one, you're always outnumbered." Another sharp retort was on the tip of Orlando's tongue, but he bit it back. Arguing with Harry was like arguing with Vig...impossible. He settled for sticking his tongue out at Harry, promising himself that he'd retaliate in a better fashion once he woke up from his nap. |