Title: Companion
Series: Changes
Author: Jo & Brenda
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom/Jake Gyllenhaal
Rating: NC17
Summary: Harry's stuck with babysitting duty.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt that Harry and Orlando are fucking each other, let along have their hooks in Jake. But you never know.
Notes: Written solely because we think it'd be hot. And Jake wanted in on the Vamp!action. And hell, who are we to say no to Jake?


"I see a river
It's oceans that I want...
And everything's not enough"
-- Depeche Mode


"Harry," Orlando said, all smiles and innocence as he sidled up behind Harry's chair. "I want to go out." Crossing his arms over the back of the chair and leaning forward, Orlando flashed his most charming smile as his fingertips trailed across the back of Harry's neck. "Please?"

Harry didn't even bother to glance up, which rather wasted the effect, Orlando thought. "Aren't you grounded?"

Bastard would have to bring that night up.

"Well, it wasn't an actual grounding, right?" Taking his time, Orlando slid around the chair and perched on the arm. Near enough that it would be pretty close to impossible for Harry to ignore him. Which, Orlando thought, was the idea. "I mean, you know, I'm just not supposed to go out alone with Dave for a, um, while."

"Next century, if memory serves," Harry replied, mildly. Orlando frowned as he watched Harry continue to flip through his evening paper, looking every inch the relaxed man at leisure. Crisp white shirtsleeves rolled up, tie dangling loose around a strong neck, top two buttons undone, showing the barest hint of dark hair underneath. Yeah, Harry was pretty relaxed, alright. Which didn't bode well at all.

Think, idiot. Orlando's hand came up, teeth nibbling at the side of his thumb as he studied Harry. Yeah, definitely relaxed. Fuck. Which mean that Orlando had a slightly better chance than a snowball in hell of getting Harry out of the house.

//Stop that.//

Orlando frowned again when Harry's hand came up and curled around his wrist, pulling his thumb from his mouth. "Well," Orlando said, striving for a casual tone, "I suppose I could just go out by myself, then. Just for a little while."

"Now you're a comedian as well as an entrepreneur."

Orlando narrowed his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to jerk his hand out of Harry's steadfast grasp. "Bastard."

"I'm wounded, truly." But the quick, wicked grin said something completely different. Harry flipped Orlando's hand over, nails stroking along the palm in a slow, tantalizing sweep.

Okay, time to change tactics. With another smile, Orlando twisted around and slid down until he was sitting in Harry's lap. Just ignore the thumb moving over his palm. He could do it.

Right. Like he could ever ignore Harry.

"I'd be good," Orlando murmured, looking at Harry with wide eyes. "Promise."

"Do you even know what that words means?" Harry asked, but Orlando was pleased to see that Harry had at least dropped the paper to the floor and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him close. Orlando snuggled into the warmth, instinctively dropping his ear to Harry's chest to listen to the slow, steady heartbeat.

"I'm a quick learner," Orlando offered, body curling around Harry before he even thought about it. Nice. And something they didn't do far often enough anymore. What the hell...maybe he'd just stay....

Wait a sec. Uh uh. No.

Orlando's head popped up, and he gave Harry a level look. "You're trying to distract me."

"I would never do such a thing."

"Oh, and now you're lying to me." Orlando sniffed and gave a sad little shake of his head. "I'm crushed."

The kiss to surprised lips was far too brief. "I don't think that's the word I'd have chosen," Harry grinned. "Is there a reason you singled me out for babysitting duty and not Karl?"

"It's not babysitting," Orlando replied at once, eyes flashing with indignation. He started to sit up, thought better of it when Harry's arm tightened. "But if you don't want to go," he continued, calmer, fingers toying with the buttons on Harry's shirt, "I suppose I could ask Karl to take me to the club...."

"You think I'd trust the two of you alone anymore than I would trust you with Dave?" Harry placed a hand over Orlando's, stilling his movements. "And you still haven't answered my question."

Orlando sat very still, barely breathing as he looked at Harry's hand covering his. "We haven't spent much time alone lately," he finally said in a quiet voice. "And it's not that I don't love Karl and Dave, you know I do, it's just... Like with Karl. Sometimes I just, you know, want to spend time alone with you, and I thought that you might want to..."

"Go to a crowded club with you among teeming masses of people with music I can barely tolerate?"

Harry yanked Orlando back to his chest before Orlando could protest or wiggle away. "None of that," he murmured, brushing another light kiss across Orlando's curls. "If you want to go dancing and drive the male and female populations of Hollywood insane, far be it from me to deny you. But that's your idea of fun, not mine."

"I'll dance for you," Orlando murmured, peeking up at Harry through his lashes. He knew what Harry said, sure, but what Harry said wasn't always what Harry meant. And Orlando was going stir crazy in the house after the incident that had got him and Dave grounded (well into the next century, yes, thank you, he didn't need the reminder). At this point, he was willing to agree to any condition Harry made.

"You'll dance for me anyway," and Orlando couldn't really deny it. He'd pretty much do anything Harry asked of him, and they both knew it. "Question is, what will you be wearing?"

"Mmmm..." Orlando pretended to think it over as he twisted around to straddle Harry's lap. Much better. Leaning in to lick a slow stripe along warm skin, he grinned at Harry's soft growl. "I was thinking the black leather pants and the scarlet silk shirt Karl just bought me."

"Sounds like too much clothing to me," Harry smirked, and yeah, Orlando could definitely see lust mixed in with the amusement.

"Well," Orlando said slowly, eyes heavy lidded, fingers working to unbutton Harry's shirt. "I suppose I could wear nothing..."

Much better. All that lovely skin to see and touch. He released a happy sigh as he flattened his palms against Harry's ribs. Harry shifted under him, muscles flexing under questing fingers. His head lolled back, but dark eyes were clear and intent when they focused on Orlando.

"Does this mean you want a different sort of entertainment?" Harry asked, rumbly voice a husky murmur that sent shivers down Orlando's spine.

"I still want to go out." Orlando's gaze never wavered, locked as it was with Harry's. His fingers continued to trace ancient scars, and he licked his lips, smiled slowly. "Thought maybe we could go to Miss Kitty's. Crowd there always amuses you. Or...you pick."

"Maybe you could convince me." Strong thighs bunched when Harry stretched underneath him, all lethal grace and potent seduction.

"Maybe I could," Orlando murmured. He flashed a wicked grin as one hand slid down Harry's stomach. Deft fingers unfastened Harry's dress slacks as Orlando slid back. "Don't suppose asking nicely will do?"

Harry grinned, running the tip of his tongue across sharp fangs. His knees fell open, hips arching to better facilitate Orlando's movements. "Little one, this is asking nicely."

"Oh?" One eyebrow lifted when Harry just continued to grin. Cocky bastard. Orlando leaned in, swiped his tongue over Harry's fangs, then slid backwards again. Only, this time, he didn't stop until he was kneeling between Harry's thighs.

//Getting warmer// and there was no denying the heat now. Just feeling the haze of lust and need pulsing through their bond was enough to make Orlando hard. He didn't even question how Harry did it anymore. What would be the point when the reward was all of this?

//So why don't we make it really hot?// Harry tugged, and then Orlando's lips were wrapped around Harry's cock, tongue flicking across the head. Instantly, greedy hands slid through Orlando's hair, gently guiding, encouraging. Not that Orlando needed much encouraging, but he loved the feel of calloused fingers sifting over his scalp. The heavy, hot taste of Harry filled his senses as he swept his tongue along the head. Harry growled his appreciation, and Orlando thought that there might not be a hotter sound in the universe.

//Like that?// Orlando smiled around Harry's cock, slid his lips down the shaft. One hand slid into Harry's trousers to cup his balls. The way Harry was moving, the sounds he was making, the sensations swamping their bond...all of it, fucking perfect. And damned if Orlando wasn't going to enjoy every second of it as he drew back a little, fangs delicately raking sensitive skin.

Harry growled again, low and indistinct, and he lifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Orlando's mouth. Orlando took the hint, lips tightening along the shaft, tongue swirling in intricate patterns along the head. He continued to knead Harry's balls, rolling them between his fingers as he sought to drive Harry completely out of his mind.

//Love doing this for you...// Orlando tipped his head just a bit, just enough to focus on Harry's face. Fuck all, but he was pretty sure there wasn't anything hotter than Harry like this. His fingers continued to move, sliding back to tease, then trailing up to circle the base of Harry's cock. Harry's fingers tightened in his hair, and Orlando smiled to himself. //Love the way you fuck my mouth...//

//Love the way you love my cock// and even Harry's mental voice was all low and rumbly, sending delicious shivers all over Orlando's body. Harry slid his hands to Orlando's shoulders, holding them in a tight grip as he thrust up. Fuck yes, Orlando thought, and widened his mouth to take even more, wanted everything Harry had to give him, wanted Harry choking him, using him.

//Come for me, love// he urged, and was rewarded with Harry shuddering and brokenly moaning his name, coming in thick, jerky spurts down Orlando's willing throat.

Still smiling, Orlando slid his tongue up Harry's cock one last time. Then he licked his lips, braced his hands on the arms of the chair, and slithered back up into Harry's lap. "You are," he murmured, lips just barely brushing Harry's, "the hottest fucking thing, you know that?"

And he really was, with his eyes almost closed, faint flush high on his cheeks, lips parted as he breathed. Orlando tucked the image away to savor later, and covered Harry's lips with his.

The kiss was lazy and slow, but still over much too soon. Orlando lifted dazed eyes, and smiled, cat-like, when he sat back. "You look far too smug," Harry murmured, but Orlando could tell (or thought he could) that it was all bluster. The strong hands currently sliding along Orlando's back were far more important.

"You always say that." His own eyes starting to close, Orlando arched his back, sighing happily when Harry's fingers traced his spine. Calluses and all, Harry's hands felt fucking amazing. With extreme reluctance, Orlando opened his eyes, focused on Harry. "So...convinced?"

"What, that you give a good blowjob? There was never any doubt, not with your mouth."

Dark eyes narrowed, and one slender index finger poked Harry in the center of the chest. "You're a right bastard," Orlando muttered. "My oral skills are legendary, thanks very much. I was talking about the club."

Harry lifted Orlando's finger and bit the tip softly. "Now, what've I told you about giving blowjobs to strange men at clubs, hmm?"

Immediately, Orlando went wide-eyed and flashed Harry his most charming, innocent smile. "I doubt I'd find anyone stranger than you, so you're safe."

"Yes, but you're not giving me blowjobs at clubs. And that smile doesn't work on me." Harry tapped Orlando's nose. "You've got five minutes to change clothes."

Orlando wasted several seconds blinking at Harry. Then, without speaking, he was tearing up the stairs, trailing clothes in his wake. //Never say never.// He ignored Harry's laughter echoing up the stairs.

Four minutes and thirty-nine seconds later (and he knew because he timed it), Orlando skid to a halt in front of the library door. He peered in, and frowned when he saw the empty room. //Harry?//

//Outside.//

//We taking the bike?// Making sure he had his wallet (because God knew the idiots at the club would probably card him), he strolled through the house and out the front door. Still no Harry.

//Garage.//

Figures, Orlando thought, and trudged his way across the grounds and to the darkened garage. A flash of silver danced before him and he caught the keys out of reflex before he even had a chance to realize what Harry had tossed at him. "These aren't the bike keys."

"No one ever said you weren't bright."

Impossible to resist the urge to stick out his tongue. Then he looked at the keys again. Huh. "These aren't for any of Karl's cars..." Orlando looked up, wary, and met Harry's gaze across the garage. "You don't let me drive your stuff."

"It's not mine," Harry grinned. "And before you go off getting ideas, it's not yours, either. It's a restoration job for a friend." He cocked his head and Orlando swiveled around. And whistled, low and reverent. Even with his limited knowledge of cars, this was a thing of beauty. And class.

"What is it?" he breathed, feeling like he should be at church or some other holy place.

Harry strolled over to the low-slung car, and stroked a loving hand along a cherry red panel. "A 1952 Ferrari 340 Mexico Vignale Spyder. V12 engine, 280 horsepower, top speed 174 miles per hour. Built for the Carrera Panamerica Race." He grinned at Orlando's blank look. "Just think of it as a very old, very rare, very fast toy."

"And you're going to let me drive it?" Orlando was suspicious. It sounded too good to be true. Just the idea of taking that car down all the twists and turns to get them into Hollywood.... No way in hell Harry was serious.

"No, I'm going to let you back it out of the garage. And look very good next to me while I drive it. Nice shirt, by the way. Karl's?"

"No, mine." Orlando wrinkled his nose, then turned his attention back to the car. "Told you Karl just bought it for me." Back it out of the garage. He almost snorted. Figured.

"Close enough to Karl's, then," Harry shrugged. "You just gonna look at it or are you getting in?"

"Be glad I didn't pick one of yours," Orlando retorted, opening the door and sliding behind the wheel. He closed his eyes for a moment, slid one hand along the dash. "This is nice. You sure I can't drive?"

Harry rocked back on his heels, small smile playing on his face as he watched Orlando. "You have any idea how long it took for me to find all the original parts and to rebuild it?"

Eyes still closed, Orlando cocked his head and smiled. "Is that a no?"

"Start the engine," Harry said gently.

Smile fading just a little, Orlando opened his eyes and did as Harry said. He hummed low in his throat when the engine turned over. "Nice," he murmured, listening to the purr, feeling the power through the steering wheel.

"Should've been with me earlier when I was taking it for a spin on Mulholland. Baby can slide." Orlando's smile returned at the little-boy glee in Harry's voice. Boys and their toys, he thought, and wondered if Karl had seen the car yet. The idea that Harry might be showing it to him first sent a little thrill down his spine.

"Mulholland, hmm?" Orlando put the gear-stick in reverse, felt his own smile stretch wide as it responded to the softest touch. Very nice. "What'd you get up to on those curves?"

"Had it tacked into triple digits." Harry followed Orlando at a leisurely pace, but Orlando could feel Harry's possessive stare. Whether it was for him or the car, he wasn't certain. He decided he didn't want to ask. Instead, he guided the car out of the garage and pulled the parking brake with something close to regret. This car was even sweeter than the Viper.

Harry opened the driver's side door, and ruffled Orlando's curls. "Slide over like a good boy and maybe, if you behave, I'll let you drive home."

Orlando slid over and immediately pounced on the loophole. "Define behave."

Harry slid an arm around Orlando's shoulders and eased the car down the drive. "My definition of behave."

Ah...going to be one of those nights. Orlando crinkled his nose, but scooted closer to Harry. "Doesn't seem very fair," he said once he firmly nestled, as close as he could be, against Harry's side.

Harry placed a kiss to Orlando's forehead before turning onto Laurel. "I'm a Sinclair," he said. "We've never believed in fair."

"So you won't even give me a hint of what you're going to consider misbehaving?"

"If you think it's misbehaving, then it is."

"You know," Orlando said, eyes focused on the road as Harry navigated each turn with ease, "your definition of misbehaving and Karl's are vastly different."

"I'm not Karl," Harry replied, and squeezed Orlando's shoulder. "Be like me complaining that you're not like Dave."

"I suppose." Orlando chewed his lip for a moment, then twisted until his lips were touching Harry's ear. "Drive faster."

He could feel, rather than see, Harry's smile. "Now that would be misbehaving."

"Please?" A soft kiss, placed just below Harry's ear, accompanied the word. "I want you to show me what this car can do."

"What's in it for me?" Rough grumble, but Harry's thigh flexed under Orlando's hand.

Orlando smiled as his teeth nipped Harry's earlobe. His fingers, still up to this point, began to slide along Harry's leg, traveling from knee to hip and back. "What's in it for you? Anything you want, love..." He couldn't contain his glee when Harry revved the engine, taking the sharp turns, shifting gears with speed and reckless skill.

//Suppose you show me...//

//Just make sure you don't get pulled over.// Orlando didn't even bother trying to speak.

He could feel the car responding to Harry's easy touch, feel it surge forward as he slid his hand up Harry's inseam. Fuck, but this was better than he'd imagined. Then his fingers slipped over Harry's zipper, and Orlando grinned.

//Tease.// The word was an affectionate hum in Orlando's mind as Harry flexed up. His eyes never once left the road, but the engine's roar matched the dark thrill in Orlando's chest as he tugged down on the zipper.

//Only a tease if I don't follow through.// Orlando grinned again, curled his fingers around Harry's cock. Harry's expression never changed, but his hips flexed once more in a not so subtle hint. Well, Orlando had said anything...

A moment later, he'd wedged himself under Harry's arm, careful to avoid the steering wheel and gear-stick as he licked a slick stripe up the rigid length of Harry's cock. Christ, but the taste was addictive, almost like he hadn't just done this for Harry, hadn't just had him. //Faster// he urged, and sucked Harry as far back in his throat as his position would allow.

Harry obliged, and Orlando could feel the chill rush of the wind over the top of the windshield as he used his lips and tongue in messy, fast slides. There wasn't anything practiced or slow about this round -- Orlando wanted fast and hot and dangerous.

The angle he had his body in was awkward as hell, but damned if Orlando was going to stop long enough to move. Instead, he dropped a hand between Harry's knees, braced his palm against the floorboard.

Much better.

Now he could feel the smooth thrum of the engine as he moved, feel the burn of his bond with Harry as he licked and sucked. Much better, indeed. Now, there was new trick that he'd tried on Karl the other night...

He was rewarded with a deep, harsh growl, and he smiled around Harry's cock as he tried it again -- a combination of tongue flutters and suction that had Harry's hips lifting completely off the seat as he came. Tasted just as sweet as it had last time. Or maybe better.

Taking his time -- after all, there was no reason to rush -- Orlando tucked Harry's cock back into his pants and zipped him before sitting up again. //Handles beautifully.// His grin was wide and unrepentant when Harry's eyes slid towards him.

"Definitely not my idea of behaving."

"I did ask," Orlando was quick to point out, still smiling.

"Where'd you learn that little tongue thing, anyway?" Harry glanced over when he stopped for a red light. "You been holding out on us with your playthings?"

"I don't have any playthings," Orlando said, voice low as he looked around before looking back to Harry. "It was just something I tried the other night with Karl."

"Bet he loved that."

"Well, it kinda scrambled his brains up for a bit." Orlando turned to Harry and grinned. Karl with his wits scrambled was something Orlando was going to remember for a long time.

"That's not exactly difficult for you to do," Harry pointed out, and swung into the valet parking area of the club with an ease that Orlando could only envy.

"I do have my uses." Another grin as Orlando crawled out of the car. He bounced impatiently on his heels as Harry gave very explicit instructions in rapid Spanish to the valet, and Orlando swore he saw a crisp hundred change hands when Harry handed over the keys. The bass from the club thumped through the walls, along the sidewalk, in Orlando's blood. This was what he was talking about -- a hot night and plenty of room to dance.

And, finally, they were inside. Finally.

Orlando closed his eyes, took a deep breath, let the music wash over him. He could feel Harry in his head, coiled there like an electrical storm on the verge of breaking, but it wasn't enough to keep him still. Not with a beat like that. //Drink first?//

//I plan on having several, thank you.//

Orlando laughed. His body was moving even as his head turned so he could look at Harry. //Why am I not surprised, love? Don't have too many, or you'll miss the floor show.//

He felt a fleeting caress across the back of his neck, but when he turned again, Harry had already blended into the shadows. //Don't worry, I'll be keeping an eye on you.//

Orlando had no doubts about that.

Easy enough to make his way to the dance floor. The crowd didn't so much move for him as flow around him. And more than one pair of eyes followed him. Not that he took more than a passing notice of any of them. He never did.

And tonight was going to be no exception because he simply wanted to enjoy himself. He just had to remember to stay out of trouble. He touched the bond he had with Harry, felt the love flowing through it as physical as any caress, then lost himself to the dark rhythm of the music. Primal and fast and more than a little raw. Perfect.

He closed his eyes and lost himself in the beat. Time slipped away, unnoticed, lost in the haze of pleasure that dancing gave him. Sweat rolled from his forehead, along his neck, plastered the silk shirt to his body as intimately as a lover. Songs changed -- sensual and earthy, followed by driving techno -- and through it all, he swayed and moved, at one with the music.

//Enjoying yourself, little one?//

Orlando opened his eyes, smiled at the amusement in Harry's question. Of course he was enjoying him...

Oh, hello.

Every single one of Orlando's senses snapped into focus on the man who had just moved in front of him. Tall and slender, but still muscular, he moved with an ease to rival Orlando's. Then he turned, and Orlando got a good look at dark, unruly, spiky hair, a stubbled jaw, lush lips, and eyes of pure cobalt.

"Pretty," he murmured, only vaguely aware that the only person who might possibly hear him was Harry.

//Somehow I get the feeling you're not talking about me.//

He didn't mean to ignore Harry. And he wasn't ignoring him. Not really. But there was this lovely creature in front of him, all brimming with challenge and promise... And Orlando wasn't going to back down.

He slid through the press of bodies until he was right in front of the other man. Someone started to squeeze between them, then apparently thought better of it when Orlando's eyes narrowed and he growled softly, baring just the tips of sharp fangs. //Pretty.// He could feel Harry, sense him making his own way through the crowd now.

//Yes he is.// Orlando felt a fleeting kiss on his shoulder, but didn't turn his attention away from muscled, rangy body in front of him, still writhing and tempting, half-lidded eyes staring at him in challenge. He could feel Harry behind him, could feel their bond thrumming with something different, something dark, pulsing and twisting.

Orlando's body moved, matching the rhythm the mortal was setting. Someone else tried to come between them, and another growl -- louder this time -- was enough to send them on their way. The staggering force of his need for Harry, for this mortal, might've scared him, except for the thought of getting his hands on them together. //I want him.//

Another fleeting caress between his shoulder blades. //So have him.//

Orlando moved in closer, one hand lifting to caress a strong jaw. //So pretty...// And now that slender body was brushing against his with every movement.

Hi, the mortal mouthed, and turned his lips to slide, warm and soft, across Orlando's palm. The heat was a like a punch to the solar plexus. Orlando barely resisted the urge to haul the mortal against him and plunder until there was nothing left to conquer.

//Take him.// Harry in his mind, urging him on. //Want to watch you with him before we take him together.//

Oh Jesus...

Too much. The mental images alone, all three of them together, naked and sweaty and... Orlando stepped in, flush against the mortal, and slanted his mouth against those all too inviting lips. They parted, tongue snaking out, soft and wet, to coax Orlando in deeper. Fuck...

He'd forgotten how sweet, how innocent, a mortal kiss could be. Silly, to be honest, not like he'd been a vampire all that long, but somehow he'd managed. The kid (although he was about Orlando's age) tasted of sunshine and honey, and Orlando could feel the siren's call of blood and lust driving him forward, urging him on just as much as Harry's seductive purr in his mind.

The kiss wasn't nearly enough. //Need...// It took a supreme effort, but Orlando lifted his head, licked his lips. He met Harry's gaze and could only wonder what his eyes looked like. And the smile on Harry's face...

A shiver rippled up Orlando's spine, and he felt his own mouth twist into an answering grin. A grin that widened when he noticed the kid's hand had worked its way inside his shirt. "Name's Jake," came the low, earthy rumble.

Jake.

Nice solid name for a very nice, solid build. And it was very nice, Orlando noted, letting his eyes dip to a strong chest, lean waist, taut thighs. Add the dark tousled hair, bedroom eyes and lickable lips, and it was no wonder Orlando was all but salivating.

"Orlando."

The mortal was perfect. So perfect that if Orlando didn't get him off the dance floor and alone with Harry soon, he wasn't going to be held responsible for his actions. Regardless of what Harry had said about behaving. Need and want and lust were throbbing through him, coiling and uncoiling like some wild animal. //Harry...//

//I'm right here.// Orlando relaxed under the soothing touch, let himself lean back, just for a moment, against a muscular chest. The kiss Harry brushed against his hair was soft. //Let's go.//

Orlando didn't miss Jake's gasp when Harry finally stepped -- dark and dangerous and so very sexy -- into the light. Know how you feel, he stops my heart, too he wanted to say, but couldn't quite form the words. Couldn't form any words at all, to be honest.

Harry led the way out of the club, bodies parting just as easily for him as they had for Orlando moving onto the dance floor. Without hesitation, Jake followed, and Orlando allowed himself another small smile. He wasn't going to complain about bringing up the rear. Not when he had that denim-encased ass to watch.

As they reached the door, he stepped closer, brushed his lips across the back of Jake's neck. "So lovely," he whispered, dropping another kiss on warm skin. //Mine...Ours.//

"T-thank you," came the stammered reply, and Orlando had to bite back the groan when Jake licked his lips, wide-eyed gaze darting between him and Harry. "Are you two, um...?"

Harry handed his ticket to the valet and gave Jake a patient, gentle smile. "We're not going to hurt you. If you choose not to come with us, we shall respect that."

Choice. Fuck, how could Orlando have forgotten something so simple? Wasn't like Dave hadn't tried to pound it into his head often enough. Orlando took a deep breath, forced himself to step back from Jake. Not much, just enough to put a little space between them. He knew he'd done the right thing when Harry gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"Your choice," Orlando murmured, and watched Jake. Tried his best to control the need building inside him. His next words were a soft vow that he knew Harry would approve of. "You will always be safe with us."

Jake licked his lower lip again, the motion maddeningly alluring. Orlando wanted nothing so much in that moment except to lean forward and take what was being so innocently offered. It took all of his control to stay still. He could feel Harry's patience and calm through their bond, and it helped to center him.

The valet pulled up with their car, but Harry made no move towards it. The sidewalk and street around them bustled with movement and music and sound, but they may as well have been the only three people in the universe. Orlando briefly wondered if this was an enthrallment of Harry's, then remembered that Harry didn't believe in coercion of any sort.

Finally, Jake took a deep breath and smiled -- sweet and shy -- at Harry, then Orlando. "I trust you," he murmured. "Both of you."

//Was I ever that innocent?//

//No, you were worse, actually.// Harry's chuckle as he went around to the driver's side had Orlando's eyes narrowing. Only then did he realize that they had a small problem.

"Um, Harry?"

"Are we all going to fit?" Jake asked, voice low in Orlando's ear. Too close, too close, too close. And when had Jake crossed the small distance separating them, anyway?

"It'll be snug, but I think we can handle it." Harry's eyes flashed with amusement as he patted the seat next to him. "It's a short drive to where we're going."

Orlando ushered Jake into the car with one hand on the small of his back. Nice. Very nice. All that delicious heat soaking into his skin through Jake's shirt. //Where are we going, anyway?//

//Someplace we won't be disturbed.//

Orlando knew what that meant -- someplace where Karl and Dave weren't going to walk in on them. Odd that he hadn't thought of them at all since he'd spotted Jake. Odder still that he wasn't even tempted to let either of them know what was going on. This -- Jake -- was just for him and Harry.

Harry was right -- it was snug, but Orlando managed to squeeze himself into the seat with only a little fuss. Jake settled between him and Harry, warm and inviting, and if they didn't get to where they were going soon...

"Ready?" Harry didn't wait for an answer, just whipped the car onto Lexington up to Sunset, smoothly sliding through the late-night traffic.

"Nice car," Jake said, raising his voice just a bit to be heard. Orlando had to suppress his smile at the understatement.

"Thanks," was all Harry said, but Orlando could feel his amusement.

//He's so warm...// Orlando's fingers trailed across the back of Jake's neck, slipped up to toy with his hair. Like raw silk, the soft strands shifted beneath his fingertips. When Jake shifted, pressing closer, Orlando decided that Harry better hurry the fuck up and get them to wherever...oh. The Marmont. Right. Bungalows. A dark grin curled Orlando's lips.

//Easy, love.// Harry pulled into the drive, and his door was opened by a slight, dark-haired valet who greeted Harry by name, welcoming him back to the hotel. Harry handed over the keys just as the concierge stepped out, arms wide with welcome.

"Guess he's, um, pretty well known around here, huh?" Jake whispered, clearly unaware that Harry could hear his every word. Orlando decided not to educate him.

"He gets around," Orlando replied, voice low and amused. He didn't miss the glance Harry shot him as they stepped into the lobby. Then, brightness enveloped them, and Orlando became aware of just how close he was to Jake, hand resting in the small of his back again. With anyone outside the three that he was bonded to, Orlando would have immediately moved away. But not Jake, he thought, possessiveness surging up once more.

The concierge and Harry had a rapid, low conversation that not even Orlando could overhear. When the concierge bowed and left them, Harry turned, holding up a card key. "Last chance," he said, amaretto eyes never leaving Jake's.

Orlando practically vibrated with tension as he waited for Jake's answer. It took everything he had just to keep his mouth shut.

"He said I was safe, and you said neither of you would hurt me," Jake replied, chin lifting just a little as he returned Harry's gaze. Orlando smiled at the tiny defiance. That's it, let him know you're not a doormat.

Harry shot Orlando an amused glance. "Yes, we did."

"I know a vow when I hear one. I know what it means." Jake's voice was soft, but it never wavered. "I trust you."

"Least he knows more than you did," Harry smiled, giving Orlando a small wink. He held the key out to Jake, who took it with fingers that trembled only slightly. "It's Bungalow 7. Call up for a bottle of the MacCallan and anything else you would like. We'll join you in ten minutes." He caressed the scratchy, soft skin under Jake's jaw with gentle fingers, dark eyes flickering with need when Jake shivered and leaned into the touch like he'd been doing it all his life.

What? Orlando needed, and Harry was just sending Jake off to the bungalow. By himself? "What the...?"

"We need to talk," Harry said, calm as he pulled Orlando aside.

Talk? Oh, great. Harry was picking now? Orlando felt his face settle into a pout as he watched Jake push through the doors. He half expected Harry to call him on the pouting, but damn it. The last thing he wanted at the moment was a lecture.

"C'mon."

Orlando let himself be dragged into the garden area, and pushed into a chair. He frowned at Harry, who settled across from him at the table, looking far too relaxed and at ease. "The fuck are we doing out here when he's just..." Orlando waved a hand in the direction of the bungalows. "I don't --"

"Orlando, what do you remember about being mortal?"

The question stopped Orlando cold. There was a lot he remembered about being mortal. He hadn't been a vampire that long, ferfucksake. But that tiny voice in his head -- the one that actually made sense when he bothered to listen to it -- told him there was something specific Harry was looking for here. "I remember being confused and scared witless a lot," he said, eyes narrowed.

Harry shook his head. Right, so that wasn't it. And asking wouldn't do a bit of good, because Harry wasn't likely to...wait. Harry would tell him if Orlando phrased the question right.

"Does this have to do with making vows?" he asked, watching Harry closely. "Because I wanted him to know he could trust us both."

"It's not about the vow." Harry motioned a waiter over and ordered his usual glass of Scotch, neat. "Although I am proud of you for remembering that. So, let me ask a different question. What do you want from our young friend?"

The fuck kind of stupid question was that? Sex, of course, and lots of it. In as many different ways as possible for the three of them to manage. And, given what an inventive teacher Harry was, Orlando expected there to be a lot of positions. Orlando opened his mouth to snap out some sort of smart-ass answer, then closed it just as abruptly.

Sex.

Mortal.

"Ah, shit," he groaned, slumping in his chair. One hand over his eyes, he quickly told the waiter to bring him something large and strong before cursing under his breath. How could he have been so damned stupid, especially after the hell he'd went through, first with Karl, and then Harry.

"Is it your wish to claim him, or just have him? And think before you answer."

"I..." Orlando stopped, frowned. He dropped his hand and looked at Harry. Claim Jake? Hell, Orlando hadn't even thought that was possible. He was claimed himself. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he'd managed to leap into an area that was totally unfamiliar to him. "I...I don't know," he finally said

"Well, it's honest." Harry picked up his glass, left by their server, and studied the amber liquid for a moment before throwing it back in one long swallow. "Which means he's better off as a companion. If you'd truly wanted him as a pet, there would be no hesitation."

"I didn't think I could have a pet," Orlando admitted, voice low as he stared into his glass. "And I still don't know all that much about the whole companion thing. Least I know how to go about making someone a pet."

He frowned, looked up at Harry. Seeing only calm strength in those dark eyes, he took a deep breath. "So if...if we go that route...companion, I mean...and I change my mind later..."

"You won't," Harry softly replied. "That's not how it works. Although," he chuckled, "I won't use the term impossible, because I know better." He reached out, and Orlando took the offered hand gratefully, rubbing his thumb along a callused palm.

"So, now what?" he asked.

"So now you finish your drink and we go to the bungalow and you make Jake the offer of companion."

"So, theoretically," Orlando said as Harry pulled him to his feet, "if I make him my...our...companion, I can't change my mind later and make him a pet?" And just the idea of having a pet... Orlando raked long fingers through his curls, followed Harry back through the lobby. "I don't know anything about making anyone a companion, Harry."

"That's why I'm here." Harry pulled Orlando into a solid embrace, tilted his head back for a soft kiss. "You'll find it's a lot like the pet bond only not quite as intense. Or long-lasting. The companion bond is really only in place for sex, but it does have a few benefits."

Okay, the kiss was nice. And Orlando would gladly stand there for the rest of the night and let Harry kiss him like that. But there was Jake. And Orlando still wanted. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss. "What if I end up wanting it to be long-lasting?"

Another soft kiss, followed by an amused chuckle. "Sometimes things are what they are. And if you'd really wanted him permanently, you'd have felt it here." Harry placed a palm over Orlando's heart. "Not just in your cock. Same way you felt it when you met Karl, when you met me, and Dave."

Orlando chewed his bottom lip for a moment, looked up at Harry. "I want him."

"I know." Harry cupped Orlando's chin. "But wanting and claiming are two different things. You're a vampire now," he said, voice soft. "Which means you're more possessive, and when you want, you don't do a half-assed job of it."

"You can say that again," Orlando murmured. He nuzzled into Harry's palm, let his eyes unfocus as he thought about Jake, waiting for them in the bungalow.

Harry placed a kiss between Orlando's brows. "If it helps, I want him just as badly as you do." His whisper was soft, breath fanning over Orlando's ear.

Oh, God. Orlando shivered, bit back a moan at the mental image painted by Harry's words. Again, he saw the three of them, curling and moving together in delicious, potent... Focus. Then, completely unbidden, another memory popped up. "Harry...how I acted with him in the club...was that...?"

"No," Harry replied, patient and kind. "You didn't claim him."

"But..." He swallowed, tried again as Harry took his hand and they started walking again. "When Karl did it to me, everyone knew he was making a very public claim. So how's it different?"

"You didn't actually claim him, just declared your intent to take him home with you," Harry explained, leading Orlando down the shadowed walkway towards the bungalows. "And it wasn't public. The only people that knew you wanted him were the three of us." He tapped the side of Orlando's head. "You don't quite have the mental strength to challenge other vampires for the right to choose a pet. Not yet, anyway."

"So there's still a chance that someone else might see him and take him from us?" Orlando tilted his head, frowned. He didn't like that idea at all. And he knew he had a very short time to get his questions in because they were almost at the bungalow.

"They'd have to go through me first." Harry paused at the door. "If that bothers you...the idea of sharing him with me...now would be the time to let me know. I can simply observe, if that's what you wish."

Not share Jake with Harry? Was he joking? "You claimed him with me," he said, leaning in to brush his lips across Harry's. He couldn't imagine having Jake without Harry there.

Sharp fangs grazed across his lips. "He's your first companion, love," Harry murmured. "We share him -- or not -- at your whim."

"I want to share him with you," Orlando whispered, then tilted his head just enough to make it a real kiss. In fact, Orlando could think of little else. //But...do you think he could be just ours?//

//Of course.// Harry made it sound like this was the only choice. It wasn't that Orlando didn't love Karl and Dave with everything in him, but...well, this was just different is all.

"Something for us," he said aloud, and sealed the vow with another kiss.

Harry gave him a small smile and opened the door.

Jake looked up and gave them a shy smile when they stepped inside. Again, Orlando was speechless as a chaotic combination of need, want and lust slammed into him. He wondered if Jake had any idea just how gorgeous he was.

"Sorry we took so long," Orlando said when he found his voice again. He glanced over as Harry moved further into the room, collecting the bottle of MacCallan that was waiting on the table.

"S'okay." Jake smiled again, eyes flicking between Orlando and Harry. He was nervous, that much was obvious, and Orlando wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to say.

"I trust you've explored to your heart's content?"

Jake smiled -- small, but genuine -- at Harry's comment, and Orlando could see it was having the desired effect. "I don't think I've ever been in a room quite this, well, big," Jake said, using a sweeping gesture to indicate the size.

Harry flicked the buttons of his wrist cuffs, rolling each one up to the elbow. "We'll need the room," he winked, and made himself at home on the sofa. Orlando could practically see the sexual energy pulsing from him, see the need that Jake didn't try to contain.

"I, um... yeah." Jake cast a glance from Harry's slouched form to Orlando. "You two don't waste much time, do you? I mean, not that you should, or that I did, really, but, are you guys really gonna bite me?"

"Do you want us to?" Orlando strolled over, and took the bottle from Harry. Ignored the look he got as he picked up a glass, poured some, then handed the bottle back.

//Little one...//

"We can take it slow, if you want," he continued, deliberately not looking at Harry. He wished he had a better idea of what he was supposed to do. Dave had never brought this up during Orlando's 'training' sessions.

"Well, I dunno, really." Jake shrugged, somehow making the motion both elegant and sexy as hell. "On the one hand, I just met you guys and I'm really not the type that picks up strange men -- or vampires -- even if they are..." Another sweeping hand gesture "...well, y'know, look like the two of you. And, well, on the other, I mean, look at the two of you. It's like a smorgasbord of sexy."

//I think he babbles almost as much as you do.//

//I do not babble.// Dark eyes flashed with indignation as Orlando glared at Harry. Smug bastard. Counting to ten, Orlando turned back to Jake and smiled. "Would you believe me if I said I know exactly how you feel?"

Jake gave him a skeptical look, but Orlando continued smiling as he sipped the scotch. Vile stuff, really, but it wasn't like he had many options at the moment.

"It's true. Less than a year ago, he was in your position." Harry grinned as Orlando rolled his eyes. Jake just continued to look not quite convinced.

"Seriously," Orlando said, giving Harry another look. //You could help me out here, you know.// "If you want to take this slowly, we will. It's your choice. We'll never force you into anything, or push you faster than you're comfortable going."

"I said I trusted you both and I still do." Jake seemed insulted that the issue had even been brought up again. Orlando watched as Jake started licking on his lower lip again and rocking back on his heels. "So, about the biting thing...do you have to...?"

"No, we don't bite you," Harry replied, in a gentle voice that he normally only reserved for Orlando. "But you do have to drink from one of us if you'd like to do anything more than foreplay. Vampires are very intense, especially sexually," he explained, sipping his Scotch straight from the bottle. "Without a little of our blood, we could kill you. And that's the last thing we want."

"Kill...whoa." Jake's eyes went wide, and Orlando felt a pang of sympathy.

"Again, it's your choice," Orlando murmured, coming up to stand behind Jake. So fucking warm. And he smelled good, all spicy and clean. When Jake stiffened, then relaxed, Orlando smiled, and his eyes flicked to Harry. "You don't have to, but...I...I'd like to make you...our companion."

"Companion, huh? And, um..." Jake swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and Orlando followed the movement with hungry eyes. "If you...what about...if I wanted...do I have to, with, um, both...?"

"You only need to feed from one of us," Harry said. Jake seemed to relax even more, which was a grand thing, in Orlando's opinion. "But you'll be bound to both of us, and we can both have you, if that's what you want."

"Who wouldn't?"

The fast retort surprised a laugh out of Harry, who simply threw his head back, baring his throat. Orlando could see Jake's attention zero in on that bit of golden skin.

"Would you like to taste him?" Orlando dropped his voice, stepped closer to Jake. "Vampires have very sensitive necks."

"Yeah?" Jake swallowed again, focus still riveted by the sight of Harry's bare throat, and Orlando could feel the lust building in him. Without speaking, he nudged Jake in Harry's direction and followed.

Harry set the bottle on the side table and waited, not moving except to let his legs fall apart. Jake stepped between them, then glanced back at Orlando. A soft hand caressed his brow, and Orlando shivered into the contact. "Do we do this now or...?"

Harry came to the rescue. "Whenever you'd like," he said, and skimmed a hand along Jake's thigh. "Now, an hour from now, tomorrow...whenever you'd like for us to take you."

"I think...now." Jake gave a firm nod and glanced at Harry with a greedy, small smile. "I don't, um, want to have to stop later to, you know."

"A good idea," Harry responded, and echoed the smile. "Orlando?"

Orlando caught Jake's hand, and turned him so they were facing each other, pressing his lips against the center of Jake's palm. Easy, take it slow, don't spook him. Fuck, though, it was hard to remember that Jake was mortal. One hand slipped behind Jake's neck, tugged him closer until their lips were almost touching. //Harry?//

//Just a small amount of your blood, no more. Look at him, remind him again that it's his choice. Make him say it out loud.//

Look, choice, out loud, right. Got it. He hoped. He skimmed a kiss across Jake's parted lips, almost groaned at the sweet taste. Control, moron. "Do..." Orlando cleared his throat and tried again. "Do you choose to, um, be our companion?"

He had no idea what he was saying, but it must've been alright, because he could feel Harry reassuring him through their bond. Jake didn't even hesitate, bringing their lips together for another light kiss as he murmured the yes into Orlando's mouth.

Orlando almost sighed in relief. Then he felt Harry's foot nudge his ankle. What? Oh. Oh, right. Blood. Keeping his eyes locked with Jake's, Orlando lifted his wrist to his mouth, bit into it, then held it out to Jake. "Hurry," he said, tongue sliding over his bottom lip. "Before it starts to heal."

There was no hesitation when Jake curled long fingers around Orlando's forearm and brought it to his own mouth. When his lips fastened over the wound, Orlando swayed. The world bottomed out from under him, as it always did when another fed from him, but there was something different about this. Not soul-searingly intense, like when Harry or Karl or Dave bit him, but there was...something. A connection that rocked Orlando on his heels, had Jake whimpering even as he continued to lap at the blood welling in Orlando's wrist.

//Now, little one...//

It was with extreme reluctance that Orlando pulled his wrist away. Jake blinked slowly, the cobalt of his eyes darkening to black. His lips were stained red. The temptation was far too much to resist.

With a soft growl, Orlando sank his fingers into dark hair and took. Jake leaned into him, his own hands clutching at Orlando's waist. The kiss at the club was nothing compared to this one. Sunlight and shadow, fire, heat...and when the bond between the three of them settled into place with what felt like an audible click, Orlando could have sworn that the ground shook beneath his feet.

Orlando lifted his head, brushing Jake's hair back from a high forehead. "How do you feel?" he asked, voice shaky.

"Um..." Jake cocked his head, then gave a little laugh. "Oh wow, this is...there's like an echo. I can feel you, both of you." The smile he bestowed on Orlando and Harry was blinding. "Is this what it's like for the two of you?"

"More," Harry replied.

"Wow. Don't think I could survive that." Jake leaned in for another quick slide over Orlando's lips. "Is it alright if I taste him now?" he whispered, the low sound sending shockwaves along Orlando's nerves.

"Please." Another gentle nudge had Jake turning to straddle Harry's lap. When Orlando reached to touch Jake's shoulders, he saw his hands were shaking. Not much, but enough to make him blink.

"Would you tip your head back again?" Jake asked. He smiled when Harry obliged, baring his throat. And Orlando had to swallow hard as Jake's lips touched Harry's throat for the first time, and he got a double dose of the sensation.

//Soft lips.//

//Yeah.// Orlando smiled, watched hungrily as Jake's lips slid up Harry's throat and across his jaw. He could feel Harry's pleasure, Jake's delight, and fuck all, but this had to rank right up there with the most erotic sights of all time. And everyone was still fully clothed. Orlando had no idea how he was going to handle the three of them naked.

//As much as possible, I hope.//

Orlando narrowed his eyes, met Harry's amused grin, then blinked when Harry captured Jake's lips in one of his patented bone-melting, skin-grafting kisses. He watched in hungry fascination as Jake whimpered, went pliant, then surged into the kiss, like he'd been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Jake buried his hands in the thick fall of Harry's hair, moaned again -- a low sound, that was matched by Harry's satisfied growl, as they moved together.

Orlando could feel the intensity of it through the new bond, he grinned as he dropped down on the sofa beside Harry. With a better view of the kiss, his smile faded. Now that was hot. And since Orlando was greedy -- and had never really denied it -- he leaned in to join them. Jake transferred the whimper from Harry's mouth to Orlando's then back to Harry, and the sound...fuck all, but it was enough to make a lesser man beg.

Harry gentled the kiss, slippery tongues lazily sliding across each other as Jake kept making those little noises, transferring his attentions from Harry to Orlando and back again with reckless abandon. When Harry finally lifted his head, Orlando nearly whimpered himself at the hot, possessive look in glittering amaretto eyes. "Very nice," Harry murmured, skimming his nails along the hollow of Jake's throat.

Jake's head fell back, and he shivered under Harry's touch. Orlando just smiled, leaned in to nuzzle the spot just below Jake's ear.

"Better than nice," he whispered, tongue darting over warm skin. Salt and citrus. Orlando could almost smell the copper tinge of blood just below tanned skin. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes.

And felt a sharp pain lance through his jaw.

No. Jake didn't want that. He'd said so. Orlando had to pull back for a moment. He shook his head, tried to re-center himself.

//Orlando?//

//M'fine. Just...yeah. I'm good.//

//You sure?// Orlando didn't need to look up to know that Harry was concerned. He could feel the bloodlust coursing through him, hot and insidious, and took another breath. Control. Had to have control.

"Maybe we should take this someplace more comfortable," Harry said, giving Jake another soft kiss. Harry used the distraction to give Orlando's hand a gentle squeeze, wordlessly letting him know that he was there. Orlando was grateful for both the touch and the reassurance.

Jake glanced at the two of them again, lust and need making his voice thick, rough. "More comfortable would be nice."

Thank God for Harry. Orlando needed the few moments it took to get their limbs untangled and everyone off the sofa. A few more deep breaths, another squeeze of his fingers by Harry, and Orlando was able to stand without shaking.

Well, almost.

His hands were still a trifle unsteady, but he doubted Jake would notice. And if he did, doubtless he'd know why. Now, Harry had something about comfortable...

"Why do I get the feeling that your definition of comfortable involves us doing all the work?" Orlando said to Harry, trying to regain his bearings as he nudged Jake towards the bedroom.

"What's your hurry?" Jake asked. He turned, shadows in the hallway caressing his skin as he shrugged out of his shirt, fingers dancing over every button. Orlando could only stare, transfixed at the sight of gloriously bare skin stretching over sleek muscles.

Harry smirked. "Love, I do believe he means to toy with us." He didn't bother to flip the switch on the bedroom wall. The moonlight flooding through the partially open curtains was light enough.

"Only as long as we all enjoy it," Jake replied. He ran long fingers along his ribcage, across a flat stomach and paused at the top button of his jeans. "Should I continue?" Both dare and invitation.

"By all means," Orlando murmured, eyes raking Jake's bare torso. Fuck, but he was put together well. And a bit of a tease, as well. //He's almost as cocky as I was.//

//More cocky.//

//More?//

Harry smiled at Orlando before returning his attention to Jake. //You didn't know you were getting two of us. He does.//

One button was flicked open, followed by another, revealing dark hair, golden skin.

Ah, Christ. Orlando swallowed hard, mouth bone dry as Jake slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He could feel Harry's amusement, ignored it. Damned if he was going to be distracted from the show. Then the last button was free, and Jake hooked his thumbs into the waistband. "More?" he asked, smiling at the both of them, unconsciously echoing Orlando's silent question.

"Please," Orlando said, and so what if it came out a touch breathless. He had reason, damn it.

"Though," Jake continued, tapping his thigh, and gazing at the ceiling, "it's a bit unfair that I'm the only one getting naked, don't you think?"

"Well, we'd hate to distract you," Harry replied, low voice wrapping them all in a web of sex and sin. Most nights, Orlando thought he could come from just hearing Harry talk. Combine it with the sight of Jake sliding tight jeans down leanly muscled legs, and...fuck, but it should be illegal to look that pretty naked. And Jake was so fucking pretty it almost hurt to look at him.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Orlando breathed, slowly circling Jake. He let his eyes roam the length of Jake's body, controlled himself just enough to keep his fingers from doing the same. Not yet.

"Not too shabby yourself," Jake said. Orlando looked up and met Jake's gaze, let himself drown for a moment in dark, cobalt depths.

"You should see him naked," Harry replied. "Would you like to undress him?"

"Could, um," Jake licked his lips again, and Orlando's eyes hungrily followed the movement. "Could I watch you undress each other?"

Harry's smile was angelic. "Of course." He crooked a finger at Orlando, eyebrow raised in enticement. "Make yourself comfortable." //Up to giving him a little lesson?//

//Question is, do you think I can control myself?// Orlando grinned as Harry laughed. Sadly enough, it wasn't all that absurd of a question. Harry was Harry, and the entire world knew that Orlando had less than no control where he was concerned.

As Jake settled on the bed, sprawling in the middle to watch, Orlando approached Harry. "You two are so hot," Jake sighed, curling a comfortable hand around his semi-erect cock. Not stroking, just resting, clearly intending to enjoy himself. "Are all vampires this hot?"

"Some," Harry replied. "Now pay attention, plentyn." He moved into Orlando's space, tilting Orlando's head back to nuzzle along his throat. //Undress me, love.//

Both hands slid along Harry's chest, easing each button free with a laziness that was close to maddening. But Orlando wasn't going to rush this. Jake wanted a show, he was going to get one. Even as he provided one of his own, fingers curled around his cock, twitching as they slid over his balls.

//What's that you called him?// Orlando smiled, shook his head as Jake echoed him in his head. Interesting side effect.

//Child// Harry replied, skimming heated lips along Orlando's neck. He stepped into the touches, started unbuttoning Orlando's shirt with careful, precise movements. Orlando shivered slightly, even though it was nice and warm in the room.

//Everyone's a child to you.// A cheeky grin delivered as Orlando slid Harry's shirt off his shoulders, down muscled arms. Sighed softly at the sight of Harry naked from the waist up. Fuck all, but it was still the most beautiful thing Orlando had ever seen.

"Jesus..." Orlando almost turned, startled at Jake's shocked whisper. Then he blinked, looked closely at Harry. Ah, yes. The scars. Bit unnerving at first.

"I was mortal once." Harry's voice was gentle as he addressed Jake. "I got these a long time ago."

"I see." Jake continued to roam over the muscled expanse of Harry's chest and stomach, lust and concern warring in his voice. "How long ago?"

"Over 800 years," Harry replied softly, and Orlando didn't need to turn to know that Jake was staring at Harry in awe.

Stifling laughter, Orlando slid his fingers along each scar, lingering at the star-shaped one over Harry's heart. //God help us if he ever meets Viggo.//

Harry laughed again, the sound low and wicked in the quiet. His smile was even more wicked, and Orlando leaned in to taste it, to flick his tongue over razor sharp fangs as Jake watched.

"The two of you are so hot together," Jake murmured, repeating himself, lust snapping through his bond.

//Christ, Harry, can you feel him?// Orlando didn't wait for an answer, just plunged his hands in Harry's hair and kissed him, slanting greedy lips over Harry's, tongues dueling and sliding together. When he lifted his head, he wasn't surprised to find that his shirt had fallen to the carpet and that his trousers were unbuttoned.

"More?" Harry asked Jake, curling callused fingers around Orlando's cock. It took every bit of control Orlando possessed not to moan.

"Please." It was a soft whisper, almost too soft to be heard, but Orlando didn't need to hear it. He could feel it. And Jake's need, combined with Harry's fingers sliding over him, was almost too much to handle.

He fumbled with the button to Harry's slacks, finally got it undone. Had to stop to catch his breath when Harry's wrist flicked. //Jesus, Harry...not yet...//

//Right now. Want him to watch you come.//

Ah fuckfuckfuck... "Harry," Orlando whimpered, bucking into Harry's hand. When he felt the press of a warm, hard body against his back, he whimpered again.

"Couldn't resist," Jake said, leaning over Orlando's shoulder to watch as Harry worked Orlando's cock with assured, slow movements.

"View's better here anyway," Harry purred. "Think you can hold him up for me?"

"Think I can try."

That's it. Orlando knew he wasn't going to survive the night. And Karl was going to have a fit when he found out that Harry'd let a mortal kill him. Serve him right. Then Harry's wrist flicked again, and coherent thought flew right out of Orlando's mind. He arched, head falling back on Jake's shoulder, hips thrusting into Harry's fist.

"View's much nicer over here," Jake murmured, lips trailing along Orlando's throat.

"Keep watching." Harry's fingers curled, tight and hot, faster now, seeking to destroy.

OhGodohGod... Orlando wondered if he was babbling, didn't really care. Just as long as Harry didn't stop what he was doing. Just as long as Jake didn't move away. Then Harry's free hand slid across Orlando's stomach.

"Harry..." Whatever Orlando was going to say was lost as Harry's fingers found the gold loop in his navel. He could feel Jake's awe and Harry's satisfaction through their bond as he gave himself over to his orgasm.

"Ah fuck, that's beautiful, man."

"Wait until you get your mouth on it," Harry replied, and Orlando couldn't bite back the moan when Harry lifted his hand to Jake's mouth. "Taste him."

Jake eagerly parted his lips and Orlando could feel the need and want twisting through Jake, through Harry as Jake's eager tongue swirled decadently over Harry's fingers, slowly licking each one clean. He looked as if he was savoring a particularly tasty treat. Orlando could only sag between them, boneless and pliant, waiting for whatever came next.

"Sensitive, huh?" Jake asked moments later, fingertips brushing the ring. Orlando whimpered, closed his eyes. Yeah, definitely dead.

"You have no idea." Harry's amusement was so clear in his voice that Orlando didn't need to open his eyes to know Harry was smiling. Fucker. "Made him come quite a few times just from my mouth on it."

"Really?" Orlando opened his eyes long enough to see Jake staring down at the ring with a kind of desperate curiosity. He was well and truly fucked and he knew it.

//But what a way to go.//

//Hush.// Orlando spared a second to give Harry a look. Then he turned his attention back to Jake and all that skin. "If you're lucky, maybe I'll let you find out later," he murmured, twisting to sink his hands into Jake's hair and pull him closer for a blistering kiss.

In some dim part of his mind, he could hear the rustling of cloth, felt his trousers slide to the floor. Naked, great, loved it. It meant he could press against Jake's body without barrier, rub against him in total abandon and possession. Jake met each kiss with equal ferocity and hunger, kissed Orlando back like the only thing in his world was getting Orlando off just from this.

It was almost like a battle, this pushing and tugging. Without breaking the kiss, Orlando began guiding Jake backwards to the bed. Horizontal sounded like a damn good idea at the moment. Especially with the way Jake was grinding against him, cocks slipsliding with each shift of their bodies.

Jake tumbled onto the mattress and Orlando followed, never letting up from the kiss. He had no idea where Harry was in the room, but he was sure Harry was close enough to get a good view of what he and Jake were doing. Which was fine with him -- he wanted Harry watching. Firm hands slid along Jake's sides as Orlando kissed his way over a slender throat. The throbbing of Jake's pulse echoed the throbbing in Orlando's blood, and he could smell how Jake would taste.

//Relax, love, if he wants you like that, he'll have to ask.//

Permission. Acceptance. Two of a vampire's basic tenants, and fucked if Orlando wasn't forgetting all of it. He took a deep breath, then another. He could feel Harry's approval as he slowed things down with Jake. No need to rush, after all. "Love the way your skin tastes," he whispered, lips trailing over a stubbled jaw.

Jake just made a quiet sound and shifted a little. His fingers trailed along Orlando's sides, traced each rib. His touch was light, delicate, and it had Orlando trembling with need. "Love that you love it," Jake whispered, the words barely audible. "More..."

Yes, more. Moremoremore, like greedy kids in a candy shop, gorging themselves on sweets. Orlando slid down a muscled chest, learning honeyed skin with his lips and tongue. //He tastes so good...//

//And he's yours right now, so take care with him.//

Orlando lifted his head for a brief moment, sought reassurance. His gaze rested on Harry, slouched in a chair beside the bed, slacks still on, but unzipped, eyes dark with love and lust. //Take care of him// Harry repeated, and Orlando could see the bottle of lotion on the nightstand out of the corner of his eye.

He's yours. The words rocked Orlando in a way that nothing else had to that point. He stared at Harry for a long moment, long enough for Jake to get restless. "Shh," Orlando murmured, lips sliding over Jake's stomach.

"Please..." Jake whispered, twisted his body up in silent plea. Orlando smiled, curled one hand around Jake's cock. Then he flicked his tongue over the head, lapped pearly drops of pre-come. And almost moaned out loud as the taste snapped through him like an electric current.

//Fuck, Harry...//

//Slowly.//

Right, slow. But it was going to kill him, Orlando was certain. He licked a wide stripe up the length, memorized the taste, and savored the next low moan that was forced from Jake's lips. "Please..." Jake whispered again, tugging on Orlando's shoulders, shifting restlessly on the sheets. "Please."

"Patience," Orlando murmured, and wasn't sure if he was telling Jake or himself. Then, with Harry's reassurance pulsing through the bond, Orlando closed his lips around Jake's cock. He almost lost it himself right then with the way Jake bucked, blunt nails digging into Orlando's shoulders.

"Need...both of you...please..." Jake pleaded, and his next moan was muffled, indistinct. Orlando lifted his eyes, and the sight before him was just about the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Harry was half-kneeling on the bed, thick cock sliding wetly from between Jake's open lips, and the small moans Jake made with every slow forward thrust of Harry's hips was just...

Orlando reached out for the lotion, met Harry's hand as it was passed over. And suddenly, with the way Jake was writhing, the wet sounds he was making as he sucked Harry's cock, Orlando wasn't entirely sure he could do this.

//You're doing fine, little one.//

Orlando's eyes flashed up, met Harry's. Saw the faith and love there. Slowly, he sat up, lotion-slicked fingers circling Jake's opening as his free hand wrapped around Jake's cock. "He's fucking beautiful like this."

"Yes, he is," Harry answered, voice rough as he stroked gentle fingers over Jake's hollowed cheeks. Orlando watched for another handful of moments as Jake struggled to take Harry's cock as deep as he could, as Harry gentled and soothed Jake with touches and murmurs, slowly moving in and out of his mouth, taking his time, both of them clearly enjoying themselves.

Then the clamoring of his own need swept through him. Now.

//Control.//

It was quiet in his head, but carried a touch of steel. When Orlando looked up, he found Harry watching him. But fuck, it was hard to focus with the tumbling of emotions clawing at him. He felt a sharp pain in his jaw again.

"Breathe," Harry whispered, then turned his attention back to Jake, back to soothing him with murmurs and touches. Orlando could feel Harry's pleasure almost as intensely as if he was the one getting sucked off, and oddly enough, it helped to calm him. Harry was relaxed, enjoying himself, which meant he trusted Orlando to make it perfect.

With marginally steadier fingers, Orlando pushed one inside of Jake's body, felt Jake shiver around him, hot and tight. So fucking tight. That's it. Just like that. He could do this.

Orlando added a second finger, worked them inside Jake as his other hand slid up Jake's cock. The bond with Jake, the one with Harry -- they were all tangled, knotted with lust and love and a thousand other things Orlando couldn't name. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered, bent to trail his lips over Jake's stomach as his hands continued their work. Jake's skin puckered under his kisses, and he moaned, a broken, needy sound, when Orlando's fingers brushed over the small bundle of nerves. "Shh...it's alright," he murmured, twisting and scissoring his fingers.

He waited for Harry to nod before he withdrew his fingers, ignoring the whimper of protest. Harry pulled back off the bed, and Jake's clouded eyes opened in confusion. "Please," he managed, throat still raw from Harry's cock.

"Right here," Orlando murmured, body curving over Jake's, hips aligning just so. There. He began a slow push forward, sinking into Jake inch by painfully slow inch. Nice and easy. Slow. No need to rush.

Fuck all, but Jake was so tight, so hot. Orlando thought he was going to incinerate from it all before they ever really got started. He breathed through his mouth, closed his eyes, wrinkled his forehead as he concentrated on maintaining control.

//Doing good, love.// Harry's voice in his head, encouraging him, Harry's hand on the small of his back, steadying. He nodded, turned his head slightly to nuzzle at Harry's shoulder, and took another deep breath. "You alright?" he asked Jake, smoothing his hands over Jake's hips.

"Y-yeah." Jake bit his lower lip and shifted, bringing his body more fully into alignment with Orlando's. Both groaned when the motion pushed Orlando's cock even deeper into Jake's body. "I feel so full..."

"You get used to it." Even as he said the words, Orlando's brain registered what Jake had said. Odd. His eyes lifted, met Harry's. Saw Harry watching him, dark eyes calm.

Odd that Jake had said that. Right? //Harry?//

//The companion bond intensifies the feeling for the mortal as well as for the vampire. No reason to worry.//

Right, no worrying. Not that Orlando had been worrying, precisely, it was just that... //You sure that's all it is?//

Harry stared back at him, not moving other than to trace idle patterns on Jake's chest. //Ask him.//

Ask him...ask him what? Orlando looked down at Jake, taking in the flushed cheeks, trembling body, arched back as Jake tried awkwardly to wrap his legs around Orlando's hips. Ah, hell... No way. It couldn't be...could it? He licked dry lips. "Jake, have you...?"

One quick shake of Jake's head was all it took for Orlando's head to start spinning. "First time...um...bottoming," Jake stammered, eyes fluttering shut when Orlando's hips involuntarily twitched. "Please..."

"Jesus, Jake," Orlando breathed, closed his eyes again. Fuck of a lot of pressure to put on a guy. But, in Jake's defense, he couldn't know that Orlando wasn't all that used to topping.

//No different than with me.//

Orlando's eyes flew open, and he stared at Harry even as his hands slid along Jake's arms and chest, soothing trembling muscles. //Like hell it's not!//

//He trusts you.//

Trust. Acceptance. Orlando's eyes slid to Jake's face, found Jake looking at him. Cobalt eyes were almost black, but Orlando could see the truth of Harry's words. Slowly, easily, he began to move, eyes still locked with Jake's.

He was dimly aware of Harry moving between the both of them with whisper-light kisses and soft touches, and he was grateful for both the distraction and reassurance. Jake moved, shifted with him with every slow thrust, urging him to go faster, move deeper. His bond snapped and crackled with energy, with possession. He felt this savage sense of satisfaction that he was Jake's first, that it was him Jake had chosen to be with like this. "Still good?" he asked, leaning forward to press a kiss on Jake's forehead.

"Better," Jake whispered, and tilted his lips to meet Orlando's in a light, teasing kiss. "Don't stop..."

"Not going to," Orlando whispered back, gently nipping Jake's bottom lip. He pulled back, teasing for a moment, then snapped his hips forward. Fuck...

The movement startled a groan from Jake, had him arching off the bed. Orlando smiled, bent down to lick a stripe up Jake's neck. "Like that?" he murmured, repeating the move, breath catching as he buried himself balls deep inside Jake.

"Y-yeah..." Jake's sweat-slick hands slid up Orlando's shoulders in a tight grip. "That all you got?"

"Not even close, love." Orlando's grin was dark, feral, and his tongue snaked along Jake's neck. He thrust again, deeper, harder. Chuckled when Jake rose to meet him, fingers digging into Orlando's shoulders. Again and again, the silence broken only by harsh breathing and bodies slapping together.

Harry was...somewhere. Orlando could feel his presence, feel the fingers skating over his skin, over Jake's. Again, there was a whisperfire of pain in his jaw, but Orlando had it under control this time, and he slid his mouth along Jake's throat, just hard enough for his fangs to dimple the skin but not break it. Jake shuddered, retreated -- not much, but enough. He'd already turned that down, and that was fine. Orlando had plenty of other tricks. He suckled along Jake's pulsepoint, laving tender skin, as he angled his hips, thrust deep and hard. Felt Jake's moan clear to his bones. That's it, give me everything...

//Fuck, the two of you are hot together.// Orlando shuddered at the lust in Harry's words. Shuddered again when he felt Harry's fangs graze his shoulder. Opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Please," Jake whispered, body arched, trembling. His teeth caught his bottom lip; his eyes locked with Orlando's. Their bond crackled.

Then Harry's hand slid between them and curled snug around Jake's cock.

"Oh God," Jake whimpered, clawing at Orlando's hips, thrusting up into Harry's fist, down on Orlando's cock. Everything shimmered, edges blurred until all Orlando could see feel was the world melting around him, around them, burning, blazing.

"Take him," Harry encouraged, flicking a tongue along the shell of Orlando's ear. Orlando could feel Harry's cock, hard and heavy, against his back, and he whimpered himself from the dueling sensations. "Make him yours."

Harry's fangs slid into Orlando's neck a moment later, barely enough to break the skin. His fist continued its rough slide over Jake's cock.

Orlando groaned, deep in his throat, and released what little control he'd had to start with. He slammed into Jake, poured everything he was feeling into their shared bond.

//Perfect...//

Orlando couldn't tell what was him, what was Jake, what was Harry. Everything was jumbled, sharp and bright. Then Harry's fangs slid deeper into his neck, and the world seemed to implode around them. He retained barely enough control to not rest his full weight on top of Jake, but that was about as far as it got. The rest of higher brain function and reason were down for the count.

Harry licked at the small puncture wounds, and ran his hands along Orlando's sweat-slick back, soothing trembling nerves. Orlando sighed into the touches as he nuzzled Jake's cheek. "Feels nice," he mumbled, breath stirring a few strands of Jake's hair. Jake didn't move -- Orlando was pretty certain he'd passed out.

Harry chuckled and dragged a finger down Orlando's spine. "You did good, kid," he murmured, lips touching Orlando's ear.

Orlando turned his head just enough to brush his lips over Harry's. "He made it easy."

"He was certainly eager enough." Harry gave Orlando another soft kiss before standing. "Try to wake him up," he said, smiling down at the both of them. "I'll be right back."

He disappeared into the bathroom, and Orlando could hear the sounds of running water. A bath would be nice.

First though, he had to wake up Jake. Right. Orlando smiled, rolled to his side. As he moved, he noticed Jake's lashes flickering. "Hey," he murmured when dazed blue eyes fluttered open.

"Mmm," Jake murmured back, smiling and stretching. He peered around even as he snuggled closer to Orlando. "Where's Harry?"

"Right here," Harry smiled, walking back into the room. Orlando chuckled when Jake's gaze widened in lustful admiration as he traversed the muscled expanse of Harry's body.

"He has that effect on all of us," Orlando murmured to Jake, well aware that Harry could hear him.

"Jesus, you're perfect." Jake chewed on his lower lip and swallowed. "Fuck. You two must think I'm..."

Harry leaned over and kissed Jake's forehead. "We think you're perfect. And there's a bath waiting for the both of you whenever you decide you can move."

"Bath?" Jake perked up at that, and Orlando had to smother a grin. It looked like Jake wasn't going to be all that hard to please out of bed. Which, all things considered, was probably a good thing.

"Come on." Orlando gave Jake a gentle nudge. Right now, that bath sounded fabulous. Sounded even better when he thought about being in it with Jake. Then he slid a curious glance towards Harry as they climbed out of bed.

//Go on. You two need some time alone.//

They did? They'd just had time alone. //Harry...//

Harry smiled, patient and soft. //Go on.//

Jake looked back and forth between the two of them. "Something wrong?"

"No." Harry grabbed his slacks from the floor, and slid into them with ease. "I think I'm going to take a walk around the grounds. Let me know when you're ready for me to come back in."

Orlando frowned. He wasn't ready for Harry to leave in the first place. Jake continued to look back and forth between them. A small frown creased his forehead, and Orlando absently started rubbing tiny circles in the small of Jake's back. All the while, his eyes remained on Harry.

//Harry, what's wrong?//

//Nothing, I promise.// Harry shrugged into his shirt, but left it unbuttoned. He padded to them on silent feet, and gave Jake a light kiss, then Orlando. "You two need some time just for you," he repeated out loud. "I won't be far away." He slipped out the French doors a second later, barely stirring the air behind him.

Jake blinked. "It's unnatural for someone that big to be that quiet," he muttered, staring out the doors after Harry. Then he shook himself, looked at Orlando. "What's going on?"

Wish I knew. Orlando chewed his bottom lip in silence. Then, just as he sensed Jake getting restless, he turned and smiled. "He'll tell us eventually," he said, running his hands down Jake's arms. "Now, there was something about a bath..." //Harry?//

//Stop worrying about me. Concentrate on him.//

Right. Orlando smiled and curled his fingers into Jake's. "C'mon, we'll curl up together and, um, if you have any...questions..." Please don't have any questions.

"Sounds nice." Jake spared one last glance at the French doors. "He'll be back, won't he? I mean, he didn't even...I didn't get to...and I wanted...I wanted him to..."

"He'll be back. He can't live without me," Orlando replied, and winked. He could feel Harry's amusement through their bond. "And trust me, you will. And he will. Probably more than once, if Harry has anything to say about it. He wants you just as bad as me."

"Yeah? Good. Because I really want him, too." Jake's voice was soft, his hand warm in Orlando's. Amazing the way they fit together. "This is, um, odd."

"What is?"

"All this," Jake replied, gesturing towards his head as he let Orlando help him into the tub. He sighed as he slid into the hot water, Orlando right behind him. "Having you both in my head."

"It does take some getting used to." Orlando let out a satisfied moan as the water soothed aching muscles, and pulled Jake more firmly to him. Jake snuggled in close, like he'd been doing it all his life. "I can remember the first time I found out I could hear what Karl and Harry were saying..."

"Who's Karl?"

Ah, hell. "He...ah..." Orlando made a face as he kissed Jake's neck. Damn it. "It's complicated. He...well...I'm his pet. And Harry's."

Jake twisted around, eyes wide. Orlando could almost see the shock pulsing through the bond. It brought a wry smile to his face. Yeah, complicated didn't even begin to describe it. And damned if he was going to mention Dave. "Don't worry, though," he continued, not giving Jake a chance to say anything. "I'm not going to unleash him on you." Damned right he wasn't. Karl would just take over without even thinking about it.

"Pet to two vampires?" Water splashed as Jake twisted again. "I've never heard of such a thing. Is that even possible?"

"Um, no. Not normally." Orlando was killing Harry at the first opportunity for just leaving him here like this. He wasn't any good at this whole answering questions thing. He was much better at asking them. "Apparently I'm the exception, and it has something to do with the bond that Karl and Harry share. It's a long story."

"Oh." Jake was silent for a minute. "But you're only sharing me with Harry, right?"

"Yeah, I mean...you still want both of us, right?" Yeah, definitely floundering.

"Definitely." Jake looked over his shoulder. He looked so serious. Orlando raised a hand to run his fingertips across Jake's forehead. That got a smile. There you go. Much better when you smile, love. "Will the both of you share me all the time?"

Um...hell. Definitely killing Harry. Slowly and painfully. "Only if that's what you want," Orlando said. "It's all about choice, remember."

"I know that." Jake waved away the vow like it was no big deal. "But, I mean, it's alright if...well, if I might just want to be with you or just want to be with Harry. Y'know, sometimes."

"I can't see any reason why not," Orlando replied carefully. He just wanted to slide under the water and drown himself until Harry came back.

Jake settled back against Orlando's chest. "Good. I mean, that the option is there. Although I don't think I'll want it too often." He smiled, water trailing between his fingers as he moved them up Orlando's calf. "The two of you are far too sexy together."

"You're pretty damn sexy all by yourself." Orlando bent his head to nuzzle Jake's neck, shifting a little as Jake's hand crept higher up his leg. If he kept that up, Orlando wasn't going to be responsible for his actions.

Jake tilted his head, sighed again. His fingers made lazy patterns on Orlando's knee. The water swirled as he moved, little wavelets lapping at their skin. "So how long do I have you for?"

"Hmm?" Oh, shit. A question. And not just any question, but one Orlando didn't have an answer to.

"Tonight, I mean. Do you have to...?"

Oh, that. "Long as you want," Orlando said, breathing a huge sigh of relief. This question, he actually could answer. "I know Harry's stayed here before, so the room must be pretty dark during the day with the shades drawn."

"That's cool." Jake twisted around completely, droplets of water clinging to wet lashes as he peered at Orlando. "So, I don't have to go home right away?"

"No, you don't have to go home right away."

Both Orlando and Jake swiveled their heads at the voice. Harry was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching the both of them with an indescribable look in dark eyes. //You sounded desperate.//

//He asked how long. I didn't...// Orlando shrugged and looked down. He was suddenly fascinated with the way his hands looked as they slid over Jake's wet skin. And Jake certainly didn't seem to mind, not with the way he arched into each touch.

"You came back," Jake said happily, and reached out a hand, water dripping onto the tiles. "Come join us."

"Hardly room for three people," Harry smiled. "I'm fine where I am."

Fine, was he? Orlando smiled and arched an eyebrow. Looking as innocent as he could manage, he leaned in and whispered in Jake's ear. Time to begin some of that payback, and he knew just how to start.

Harry just continued to watch them and smile.

Jake tilted his head, peeked at Orlando through his lashes. His smile was slow and sinful, and all Orlando could do was blink. "You really think...?"

"Yeah," Orlando said, and gave Jake a gentle push. He watched through hooded, greedy eyes as Jake hefted himself out of the tub, water sluicing along a sculpted back and strong thighs. Christ, the kid was beautiful.

Jake ran his tongue over his lips as he peered at Harry. "You told me earlier that you're a man of your word. Is that true?"

Harry nodded, but didn't say anything.

Jake stepped closer, long fingers slipping under Harry's shirt to caress warm skin. Orlando could only watch in silent appreciation. "He also says that you told him you wanted me as much as he wants me."

Harry raised an eyebrow, the sight impossibly sexy. "Did he?"

"Do you?"

Orlando caught a glimpse of Harry's smirk before Harry hauled Jake in his arms and claimed his mouth.

Settling back in the tub, Orlando trailed his fingers through the water as he watched Harry and Jake lay waste to each other with greedy lips and sliding tongues. He felt his bonds pulsing, twisting, snapping with love and lust and need, and smiled. It was going to be a long night.


~fin~