| 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*
But, if he had to, he'd call it Karl. Full lips were still fused to his when Karl set him gently on his feet. Orlando clutched at Karl's shoulders, anchoring himself as he sank back into the kiss, back into that soft, sliding tongue, back into hunger. Barely felt gentle hands unbuttoning his shirt, sliding the fine material over his shoulders, down to his elbows, drifting to the floor as it fell from his wrists. Barely felt soft fingers grazing his now bared skin, fingernails scraping delicately on puckered nipples, plucking on the ring on his navel. Felt only that mouth, only that tongue, only a kiss that was beyond the best sexual experience he'd ever had. "Easy, we've got all night," Karl murmured against Orlando's lips, easing his head back. Eyes, dark with passion, gazed down at him with a smile. Lips still red from his blood, raw and full from his kiss, tempted with that exotic flavor he'd come to crave more than oxygen. Sculpted cheekbones, slightly flushed, curved delightfully on a face that haunted Orlando's every moment. "You are so beautiful," Orlando breathed, reaching up with a hand to stroke the silky skin of Karl's cheek. "I'm humbled you think so," Karl replied, eyes serious. He turned his head, captured Orlando's palm with a soft kiss. "Stay here." Orlando stood trembling, took note of his surroundings. They were back in the bedchamber. How the hell had they gotten there? Karl was moving, flooding the room with candlelight, every movement a symphony of grace and economy. Pure fucking beauty, elegance unmatched by time. Orlando was swamped again by a yearning so great it humbled him, threatened to bring him to his knees. He wanted that firm, lean, controlled body under his, moving with his, cream skin glistening with sweat and lust and need. He wanted to hear Karl scream his name, voice raw and hoarse from shouting, wanted to drag this dark angel to a new realm with his lips and hands and cock. //So why don't you do it?// Orlando whirled in shock, found himself caught in a strong embrace as Karl wrapped arms around him, pulled him flush against his chest. "You..." Orlando paused, worried his lower lip with small, white teeth. "You heard that?" "We're bound together now." Karl bent his head slightly, placed a kiss on Orlando's forehead. //My mind is forever linked to yours.// Oh yeah, Dom had mentioned that. Karl always in his mind. It was a heady thought. It was a sexy thought. It was also a very disturbing thought. "So, you'll always know what I'm thinking?" "No, not unless you allow it. Or you have emotions very close to the surface that I can read at will." Karl's smile was soft, intimate. "You have a very open mind." "I'll have to work on that," Orlando whispered, still trying to reconcile this new turn of events. "So, what is it really, then?" "An awareness. You will always feel my presence, and I will always feel yours. No matter where we are or what we're doing." Karl placed a lingering kiss on Orlando's soft lips. "Think of me as your personal homing beacon." Home. Karl was home; Orlando was home...forever entwined. With a small cry, Orlando launched his body at Karl's, wrapped arms and legs around him so swiftly that Karl staggered a bit under the unexpected weight before gripping his ass to hold him in place. "I want you, Karl. Take me." The wanton innocence in those big brown eyes had Karl shaking with need. The raging hunger he'd felt last night was a pale imitation of the dark fire that ignited at the sight of tanned skin in front of him, a lithe body forever his to explore at will. Yes, taking him now seemed like a really fucking good idea. In quick strides, Karl was at the bed, fell on the silk sheets with Orlando under him, all writhing impatience and fumbling fingers reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Karl batted the hands away, ripped the cloth from his body in one hurried yank. Orlando's eyes went wide, but his soft sigh of pleasure quickly turned to a choking gasp as Karl yanked his slacks, socks and shoes off his body in a movement too quick to be real. Karl leaned back on his haunches on the bed, drank in the sight of that lovely, lean body on grey silk sheets. Orlando was purity and sin, so beautiful that it hurt Karl's eyes. He raced needy hands over jutting hips, a muscled chest, lithe arms, toned thighs, the concave curve of his stomach, the glitter of gold on his navel, the fiery red and yellow of his tattoo. Karl bent his head, dark hair sliding in his face, tickling soft flesh as he closed his lips over the charm, staked his claim on his pet with a wicked tongue. Christ, yes, fuck, God, Karl. Orlando mewled helplessly in the back of his throat, thrown into a tortured vortex of more. More Karl, more need, more of everything, all of his emotions so bright, so close to the surface Orlando could practically feel them erupting from his skin. Wicked, clever tongue, yes, God, Karl's tongue on that fucking ring, that charm, sucking him into oblivion with bold movements. Couldn't think, couldn't breathe, who needed breath, only needed Karl, only needed that mouth. His dick twitched, danced, his skin tightened, his blood pumped furiously in his veins...he was want, he was need, he was sin. He wanted more. "Karl. Now. Please." Oh yes, now, now seemed lovely, now seemed great, taking Orlando right the fuck now was the best idea Karl had heard in a long time, maybe centuries. Forget gentle, forget slow, forget that Orlando was a mortal, Karl just wanted to conquer. He quickly stood, pulled off the rest of his clothes, rifled in a drawer by the bed, pulled out a bottle at random. Coated his hands, coated his cock, almost came right then at the hot look in Orlando's eyes as he watched Karl pleasure himself. //Open for me.// And his young mortal obeyed without question, spreading his legs, lifting those lovely hips a bit for Karl's questing fingers. Found Orlando's opening, delved in...hot, tight, so tight against his finger. Heard Orlando's groan with his ears, heard it in his mind and it was amazing, watching Orlando push his body down on Karl's finger, feeling the sensations of invading and being invaded. Needed his cock in that tight ass, needed it now. //Yes, Karl, inside me.// Christ, but Orlando was a quick study, Karl thought, as Orlando brushed the soft command across Karl's brain in a whisper. Now. Right the fuck now. Karl knelt between Orlando's thighs, lifted those lean hips, thrust his cock inside with one sure, slow thrust. And simply shattered. Tight muscle contracted around his cock, pushing him in deeper and it was the most superbly incomparable feeling, more than lust, more than love, more than need. Orlando was all glistening skin and lean muscle under him, pushing against him, thrusting with him. Karl leaned forward, captured those full, pouty lips in a kiss that branded, marked, claimed. This was his pet, this was his body underneath him, these were his lips, this was his kiss burning him from the inside out, eradicating everything except Karl and Orlando and the thrusting of cock into willing flesh. //Give me your wrist. I want to watch you when you come.// Whatever he wanted, however he wanted, didn't matter, don't stop. Orlando lifted his wrist to the vampire, watched as white fangs elongated from full lips. Tried to prepare himself for what came next...didn't even come close. The second sharp points pricked his skin, the instant his blood connected with Karl's lips, his tongue, Orlando died. And was reborn in fire, in flames, in eyes that burned, in a dark angel's blood kiss. Felt Karl over him, in him, around him, through him, deep in his DNA, clear down to the marrow of his bones. Was Karl, was the cock pounding into him, was the mouth fastened on his wrist, was copper and sex and sin and cinnamon and light and, oh God, was the orgasm that ripped through Karl, tore at him with sharp claws, shredded sanity, reason, everything in a hurricane that blew through his body, had Orlando himself coming so hard he thought he might black out. Orlando's orgasm was what Karl imagined sunlight bursting into a room must feel like...intense, overwhelming, golden, molten and hot. So fucking hot as it slammed through him, into him. Felt Orlando on him, in him, was Orlando, was fire and innocence, was Orlando's cock, was the orgasm swamping Orlando's brain in a white-hot rush. Karl loosened his hold on Orlando's wrist, licked the wound closed, slumped over velvet skin in a shuddering heap. Christ. They both lay there for long minutes, tried to remember to let blood flow, tried to remember breathing, tried to remember thought. Karl placed tiny kisses on Orlando's shoulder while Orlando's fingers danced up his spine. //Fuck me, is that normal?// Karl couldn't even manage a grin at the awe in Orlando's thought. //Whatever it is, it's ours.// //You're going to kill me.// //I'm going to do my best// Karl promised, and closed his mouth over Orlando's again, eager to get started. |