| 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*
//Yeah, it's called Orli.// //Nervous, was he?// Dom snickered, pasting on an innocent smile when Viggo looked at him. //Oh, just a little. He cried on me. I think he's okay now.// //Sounds like Karl, only he didn't cry.// Sean grinned at the look Dom gave him. //Oh, you would have loved it, pet. Remind me to tell you about it later. In detail.// "If we could possibly have your attention," Viggo said dryly. He shook his head when Sean and Dom flashed him identical, too-innocent grins. "Whenever you're ready, Karl." Leaning against the bar, Karl stared steadily at Sean and Dom, laughing when they turned grins on him. "You two are incorrigible." "You know you love us." Dom's grin turned smug. Karl just rolled his eyes. "Orlando," he called softly, smile encouraging. "Come here." Elijah squeezed Orlando's hand and sank into a chair. Orlando flashed him a grateful smile, then slowly made his way over to stand in front of Karl, perfectly still except for the fingers that tapped along his thigh. Karl smiled, kissed Orlando's forehead, then turned to Viggo. "We're ready." "Very well, let's begin." Viggo stood, gave a pointed look to Sean and Dom that told them to behave, and then looked directly at Karl. "Karl Urban, what are your intentions here tonight?" Karl returned Viggo's look with calm, unwavering eyes. "I have claimed Orlando Bloom. Tonight, I wish to make him my pet and bind him to me." "And what will you give him?" "Anything he desires." Karl smiled when Orlando's hand crept into his. "Everything I have is his." "Will you cherish him?" "Yes." "Protect him?" "With my life." Viggo searched Karl's eyes for a long moment, nodded. He turned to Orlando, smiling when Orlando stepped closer to Karl. "Orlando, you've heard what Karl offers. Is it your wish to become his pet?" "Yes," Orlando answered softly. He lifted his head and met Viggo's eyes, trying to control his trembling as Karl squeezed his fingers gently. "Do you do this of your own free will?" Viggo watched him, blue eyes burning with cold fire. Orlando pressed against Karl's side, unable to tear his eyes from the Elder. "Yes, I do." And then Orlando gasped. Used to Karl's gentle presence in his mind, he was woefully unprepared for the sheer, overwhelming force that was Viggo. The vampire was ancient, powerful, and Orlando could hide nothing from him. "Gently, Vig," Karl murmured, when Orlando whimpered. Christ, it felt like Viggo was stretching his brain out, smoothing the whorls and convolutions until they were flat, and then studying it. As quickly as it had appeared, the presence was gone. Orlando trembled violently as Viggo smiled at him. "What will you give Karl, child?" "I..." Orlando paused, unsure of what to say, brain still wobbly from the unexpected invasion. "I only have myself." Viggo smiled again, nodded. His eyes returned to Karl. "Will you mark him?" "Of course," Karl replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He lifted Orlando's right hand and slid a heavy gold signet ring onto his forefinger, pressed a soft kiss to his palm. "And who --" Viggo stopped, blinked, when Karl held up a hand. "I'm not done yet." Karl's voice was amused, and gold glinted from his fingers. The rest of the room watched in stunned silence as Karl dropped to one knee in front of Orlando and pulled his shirt free of his slacks. He unbuttoned the pale grey silk from the bottom up until everyone could see the gold ring piercing Orlando's navel. With steady hands, Karl fastened a small gold charm to the ring. "My house crest," he whispered, leaned forward to touch his lips to the precious metal, drawing it between his teeth to suckle. Orlando's eyes closed, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth, as his fingers sank into the dark silk of Karl's hair. He could feel the gentle tugging on the ring in his groin. Fuck. Oh...just...fuck. Someone had connected his dick to that damn ring somehow. He felt his knees weaken, knew that he'd embarrass himself if Karl didn't stop. "That one's for my eyes only," Karl murmured, his voice silky, standing. "Always the show off," Viggo commented with a soft snort. "As I was saying, who will witness this?" "We will," Sean and Dom answered in unison. Viggo looked at Elijah. "Uh, I will," he said quickly, surprised he could speak at all. "The claim is declared, accepted, and witnessed." Viggo stepped back, and Karl stepped close to Orlando. "Almost there, little one." Orlando swallowed and managed a faint smile. Intense, burning eyes caught his and held them as Karl's hands brushed his jaw, his cheeks, cradled his head. Thumbs brushed across perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Karl smiled slowly. //Bare yourself for me.// "I trust you," Orlando whispered. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, exposing his throat. Karl felt the twinge of his fangs lengthening. His lips touched Orlando's throat, parted. He sucked lightly on the smooth skin, flicking his tongue over the throbbing pulse-point there. //That's the greatest gift you could ever give me.// Orlando felt the prick of needle-sharp points, then a burning sting as Karl's fangs broke through his skin. Strong arms wrapped around him, supported him. He sank into the sensations rippling through his body. Need, lust, desire, belonging, craving -- call it what you will -- Orlando was made of nothing but that. The sensations intensified, growing more powerful, pulling him under, pooling in his groin. Oh, yes, he was definitely going to embarrass himself. Fuck...Jesus...just...fuck. Karl lifted his head, swept his tongue across the small punctures to seal them. That same tongue flicked across teeth and lips now red with blood, and he grinned at a dazed Orlando. "Mmm...tastes a bit like cinnamon." "Oh," Orlando said weakly, wondering if he had enough blood left to blush. He swayed against Karl, a trifle unsteady. Karl chuckled and held him for a moment. "Your turn." An ornate silver dagger was pressed into Orlando's hand. He looked from it to the wrist Karl held out. Slowly his fingers curled around Karl's forearm and he placed the gleaming edge against flawless skin. Lifting his eyes to Karl's, Orlando drew the knife across the wrist with one smooth motion. Karl hissed between his teeth, resisted the instinctual urge to pull his arm back. "Quickly." With hands that were surprisingly steady, Orlando lifted Karl's arm to his mouth. He took a deep breath and fastened his lips over the cut. In a split second the world exploded around him in a miasma of coruscating colors. Light and sound blended together, slammed into his brain as the overwhelming taste of clove and copper flooded his mouth, overwhelmed him. He was light and darkness, innocence and sin, purity and corruption. He was the stars whirling in the sky, and Karl was the sun at the center of the universe, pulling him in, burning and beckoning and tempting. //Enough.// Karl pulled his arm back gently, ran his tongue along the cut. He would proudly bear that scar until time ended. Then he lifted his head and looked at Orlando, and a soft growl was his only sound as he sank his fingers into Orlando's dark curls, crushed their lips together, plundered that hot, sweet mouth. Hands gripped his shoulders tightly as Orlando moaned and melted against him. "I think that's our cue to leave." Viggo sounded far away and amused. "Elijah, Karl wished for you to sleep here tonight so that you can spend time with Orlando before the party tomorrow. I'll show you to a room before I go." Without acknowledging that he had heard, Karl swept Orlando up in his arms, their mouths still fused, and stalked from the room. "Yes, I'd definitely say it's time to go." Sean stood, picked up Dom, and slung him over a shoulder. Dom squeaked in surprise, then realized he had a wonderful view of Sean's ass in that position. "Say good-night, pet." "Good-night, pet," Dom chirped, laughing when Sean's hand connected with his ass. He waved at Viggo and Elijah as Sean carried him out of sight. |