| 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*
Orlando continued his pacing, barely aware of his feet. He'd managed to sleep a bit before scampering downstairs to roam the immaculately kept gardens to calm sheer nerves. He'd spent the rest of his time exploring the rambling, treasure-filled two-story house. The gardener, and the rest of the staff -- the driver, a chef and the housekeeper -- had treated Orlando with a respect bordering on obsequious. It was quite a heady feeling, although a bit odd. He hadn't had the courage to ask any of them about the coming night. He'd done nothing more than pick at the food that had been prepared for him. His brain had finally decided to catch up with the rest of his body and was whispering all kinds of things. What had he gotten himself into? What did Karl want with him? Orlando caught his hand before he bit his thumb again. Stop it, just stop. Calm down, breathe. There, that's better, there's nothing to be afraid of. You want this. More than anything. But, what, exactly was this? In all the time Orlando had been seeking a vampire, he'd never once asked what actually happened once a vampire chose someone. Stupid of him, really. But, it hadn't really mattered to him. He'd been so caught in the fantasy that he'd forgotten about the eventuality that someone might do it. And, so he paced. And wondered. And waited. And worried. Darkness had just crept into the rooms with gentle fingers when Orlando finally heard it. Or rather felt it. //Come, little one.// Even in his mind, the sound was carnal, pure sex, heating his body to molten. Orlando obediently left the rooms, padded down the steps to the basement on swift, bare feet. He didn't stop, didn't pause -- it was almost as if his body knew the way, even though he hadn't explored this part of the house yet. A large, ornate door was at the bottom of the basement steps, and Orlando paused just outside, brain caught between want and terror, between lust and fear. It still wasn't too late to turn back; his path was not yet set in stone. Still time to leave, to call a cab, to go home, forget. No. This was his cherished dream, now a reality. He wasn't throwing it away on some nameless fear. Whatever happened to him tonight, he'd be glad of any pain, any sacrifice. He knew, deep in his soul, that Karl would be worth it. The chamber was lit with braces of candles scattered throughout the wide room, throwing it into a mix of shadow and flame. Richly decorated furniture in mahogany and cypress contrasted beautifully with the lavish velvet hangings on the stone walls. But all of Orlando's attention was focused on the bed in the corner. The huge brass bed. Scattered with plump feather pillows. And silk sheets striped with crimson and cream rippling in the low light. //Undress for me. I wish to see you.// Orlando jumped, just managed not to squeak. His gaze darted quickly around the room, but he saw no trace of Karl in the shadows. Was he even in the room? "Will you be watching, my Lord?" //If it would please you.// If it would please him... All of Orlando's blood simply drained straight to his crotch. Karl, this magnificent being straight out of his dreams, wanted to please him? "It would please me." He managed to say the words through dry lips and a locked throat. "If you would watch, that is." //Then I shall watch.// The sexual jolt that raced through Orlando gave him courage. Suddenly it was vitally important that he please Karl, that he make Karl see this was the right choice, that he was the right choice. No matter what happened to him afterward, he wanted to make sure this was one show the vampire would never forget. He was still in his clothing from the night before -- he'd showered earlier, but wasn't sure who to ask about a change of clothes or even if he had permission to go home to get them. So he closed his eyes. And pretended he was back at the club. Heard the heavy throb of bass in his head, the primal sounds of a techno beat drumming into his skin. Lean hips swaying, undulating to music only he could hear, Orlando danced again for Karl. Only this time, he knew Karl was watching. And this time, he smoothed a hand down his chest to the bottom of his mesh shirt, drawing it up an inch to show smooth, tanned, muscled abs. The gold ring in his belly shimmered in the candlelight -- Orlando's body glowed as he danced, inching his shirt up bit by bit to reveal a little more skin, a little more lean chest. Orlando peeled the shirt the rest of the way off his body, stretching like a cat, still rolling his hips to an unnamed tune. His bare chest gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, black curls clung to his forehead, as he danced, stripped, seduced. Long, tapered fingers traced a path down his chest to his stomach -- stopping for a moment to twirl the ring in his belly, to rub on the sun tattoo peeking from the waistband of black jeans molded to his thighs. One by one, he unsnapped the buttons of his jeans, showing glimpses of swarthy skin and crisp hair. He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops, tugged the jeans down in teasing mini-movements, still swaying. His arousal sprang free of the confines, curving proudly from its nest of curls. Orlando pushed his jeans completely off in a graceful movement and stood in silence, chest heaving with exertion, blood pumping from his dance, heart skittering as he waited for approval or damnation. Or perhaps both. + + + He really was the most exquisite looking thing. Whipcord lean, unconsciously graceful. He looked like something Karl had seen during the Italian Renaissance -- sculptures of such magnificence that angels would weep at the beauty of them. But, even that wasn't enough to describe him. Karl stepped forward from the shadows of the room, circled his mortal. Hardened thighs, rippling abs and defined chest invited his touch. The small gold ring in Orlando's navel and the sun tattoo resting low on a lean pelvis pleaded for his kiss. A muscular back and a truly superb ass waited for him. Yes, young Orlando was absolutely perfect. But, it wasn't just the perfection of form that drew him -- although Orlando's lithe body was certainly beyond pleasing to the eye. It was the purity, the fearlessness of his spirit. The boy had no real idea of what he was getting himself into, yet he'd climbed into the back of the limo without hesitation. It took an awful lot to impress Karl and even more to surprise him. And Orlando had managed to do both in one action. Orlando was so much like Harry it made Karl's blood ache. He couldn't wait for Harry to come home and meet him. "Very nice," Karl murmured, as he stopped. Orlando jumped a bit at the sound, but made no other movement. He continued to stand, naked, proud, eyes closed as he waited. //What do you desire? Tell me.// Karl knew he could probe the young mortal's mind to find the answers he sought, but he was no intruder. It was one thing to catch glimpses, questions, emotions close to the surface, easy enough for anyone to read. It was quite another to probe when uninvited, and Karl didn't believe in coercion. "I..." A pink tongue darted out to flicker over full lips. The sight was unbearably arousing. Karl wondered if Orlando even really knew just how beautiful he was. "I desire to make you happy, my Lord." "Look at me." Thick eyelashes rose to reveal eyes wide with a potent combination of fear, apprehension, need, and an almost reckless yearning. "Tell me what you desire," Karl gently commanded. "I desire you, my Lord." "What do you desire me to do?" "Whatever would please you." He sounded so earnest. Karl had no doubts that he meant exactly what he said. His eagerness to please was almost frightening. Alright, maybe Orlando wasn't so much like Harry in some things. But that was good. Karl didn't want a carbon copy, and he was sure Harry wouldn't either. "What about what would please you, Orlando?" Orlando's eyes clouded in confusion. "My Lord?" "We'll start with that. It's Karl." "I didn't want..." "I know. And I thank you for your respect. But being claimed as a pet is a delicate business," Karl continued, trying to assuage concerns, soothe fears. "It's a sacred thing. There must be trust on both sides. You must trust me as I trust you." Orlando's reply was immediate. "But I do..." Karl stopped him with a careless wave of his hand. "No, you don't. Not yet. But you will learn. And so will I," he promised and moved so he was directly in front of Orlando. Karl could smell the sweet tang of mortal blood, and he longed to feast, to claim. He schooled his features into passiveness, reminding himself there would be time for all of the things he had in mind. "Now, say my name," he breathed, ghosting his lips across Orlando's...a promise of a kiss, a whisper of pleasures to come. "Karl." Amazing how that one syllable could sound so erotic when sighed out of those full lips. "Tell me what you desire." Orlando's throat moved as he swallowed. Karl bent his head to touch the pulse point with his lips, felt the moan echo through him. "I would like..." Another deep breath "...I-I would like your hands on me, my...Karl." Lovely. He was a quick study. That would come in handy. "And where would you like my hands?" He moved his lips to the plane of Orlando's shoulder, brushing across the sweet skin. "I would like you to run your hands on my body. Anywhere, really." Orlando's whole heart was in his eyes as he looked at Karl. "I just want you touching me." "Lie on the bed." Karl's voice dropped a notch, the intimate tone wrapping around them both like a blanket. He almost laughed at the young mortal's eagerness as he all but leapt on the silk sheets and stretched his body over them, lounging like a cat waiting to be petted. Karl moved softly, silently to the bed, knelt beside Orlando as he drank in the sight of tanned skin beckoning in the candlelight. "Shall I tell you how beautiful you are as I touch you?" he asked, reaching out with a finger to trace the delicate line of Orlando's rib cage. "You think I'm..." Orlando's breath hitched when fingers found and rubbed a cocoa-hued nipple. "You must be aware of your beauty." But Karl could see in those expressive eyes that the mortal really had no idea. How delightful that Karl would be the one to teach him the power of his body. "You are exceptional." His hand continued slowly stroking over velvet skin. "I think Caravaggio would have loved you -- loved your dark beauty and innocence." Karl's hands moved downward to the flat planes and hollows of stomach and hips. He traced the fiery red and intense yellow of the tattoo, smiled when Orlando moaned and writhed beneath his palms. "Shall I tell you what I thought when I saw you last night?" Orlando's eyes struggled to focus as Karl bent his head to flick his tongue over the small bit of gold on his navel. "A dark Apollo." He breathed the words over puckered skin. "Did you know he was considered to be the most beautiful of all the Greek Gods?" Was it possible to drown in just a look? Orlando dazedly wondered. Karl had barely moved on him, barely touched him and just the look in those sinful eyes was enough to make his body sweat. He managed to shake his head, not trusting his voice enough to even stammer out the one syllable for 'no'. "There you were, so graceful on the dance floor, otherworldly in your brilliance. Golden skin, golden ring on your navel, gold on your tattoo -- a sun tattoo -- yes, you remind me very much of Apollo." Karl's hands moved to muscled thighs, and toned calves as he continued to breathe words over now damp flesh. Drowning, falling, spinning -- the world fell away, all thought fell away. There was nothing in Orlando's universe except aristocratic hands on his skin, sinful lips on his body, dark hair trailing across his skin. Karl moved his head and his hands from one needy spot to the next, but it wasn't enough, wasn't nearly enough. Karl was still fully dressed and Orlando wanted naked. Wanted to run his eyes over cream skin, wanted to memorize Karl with his hands. But all he could do was writhe on silk sheets and give his body over to pleasure. //Open your mind to me.// Orlando obeyed without question, allowed the vampire access to anything, everything. And every nerve, every atom, every particle of skin was jolted, slammed into screaming awareness at the thoughts now careening through him. For a brief handful of moments, Orlando was Karl, saw himself through Karl's eyes, felt his body through Karl's touch. Karl's mouth swooped down to catch his in a searing, thorough kiss, and he could taste himself two-fold on both his tongue and Karl's. His orgasm ripped through him like an unexpected whirlwind, dropped him someplace completely new as he gasped in Karl's mouth, shuddered beneath his hands. He was vaguely aware that Karl had retreated from his mind, even though tapered fingers continued their gentle movements. Karl took his time ending the kiss, his lips mellow, tranquil. "That's just the start." Hazy eyes flew open at the whispered, seductive words. "There is so much more -- pleasure like you've never imagined," Karl told him. "I can't imagine anything better," Orlando breathed, licking his lips. Karl's eyes were pure sin in the glow of the candles. "Can't you?" And then that mouth was on Orlando's stomach and pelvis, using his tongue to lick Orlando clean. He barely had time the register the pleasure before Karl's mouth was back on his. He could taste himself mixed with the exotic taste of Karl -- flavor and texture and scent enveloped him. Karl's tongue moved in lazy strokes over his and sharp fangs crested his bottom lip, tempting, teasing, promising more. "Now I must leave you. I will be back in a couple of hours. Get some rest." Karl kissed Orlando's forehead as he got off the bed and pulled cool silk sheets around Orlando's unresisting body. Orlando snuggled into the bed, hand curving beneath one cheek as he slid bonelessly into a deep sleep. It wasn't until the next day that he realized Karl had managed to give him the best orgasm of his entire life without ever once touching his dick. |