| Title: Consorted Authors: Jo & Brenda Series: Claimed, part 3 Pairings: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair/David Wenham; (Sean Bean/Dominic Monaghan; Viggo Mortensen/??) Rating: NC17 Summary: New vamps, new pets...and, yeah. All of the old fave vamps & pets, too. Plus, Elijah goes on a date. *grins* Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt any of these things ever happened. But, you never know. Author's Notes: As ever, you guys all rock. We are humbled & thankful that so many of you love these guys as much as we do. We hope this last part entertains. *mwah*
"God, where do you want me to start?" Viggo laughed as he dropped onto the opposite end of the sofa. "It's been more entertaining than a three-ring circus around here lately. Harry and Karl have really managed to outdo themselves." Craig raised an eyebrow, looked intrigued. "So, tell me about it. My attention is all yours." Viggo grinned. "Is it now?" He took a swallow of his drink. "I suppose I should tell you first that young Orlando isn't the only pet Harry and Karl are sharing." "Well, I knew about Dave, of course. It's why Harry invited me to this lovely party to drink all of his wonderful merlot." Craig lounged back on the sofa, regarded Viggo out of amused eyes. "But if there's more, I'd love to hear it." "You always did have an ear for gossip." Viggo shook his head, laughing. He sipped his drink and watched Craig over the rim of his glass. "They're sharing Dave. To be quite honest, they're all sharing each other. Gives me a headache just thinking about it at times." "That's because you need to get laid.." "You would say that. You're as bad as they are sometimes." He set his glass down on the side table. "You notice that Orlando now has fangs?" "Yes, I did. Your doing, I presume?" "Hardly." Viggo gave Craig a bland look, but his eyes were dancing with mirth. "I had absolutely nothing to do with that." Craig set down his glass with a thump. "You what?" "Had nothing to do with it." Viggo shrugged, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile. "Dave did it before the ceremony. Apparently Orlando asked rather prettily and Dave agreed, then did it with Harry and Karl watching." "They didn't ask?" Craig rolled his eyes. "Why does that not surprise me with those two? Suppose you all kissed and made up, though. What'd you do to them first? Anything good?" "I banished them." Viggo picked up the empty glasses and moved to the bar. "Care for another?" "Oh, the drama. Yes, please," Craig said, propping his elbows on his knees. "How'd they take that?" Viggo busied himself pouring the drinks, waiting until he was seated again to speak. "Shocked the hell out of them. They refused to see what they'd done wrong, so I told them I expected their resignations from the Council and that they were being banished. Orlando, bless his little mixed up heart, actually offered to be unmade if it would keep them from being banished." "Harry and Karl have a pet with a sense of responsibility?" Craig sounded amused. "How odd." "He surprises me at times. Not quite what I expected either of them to claim, but he's basically a good kid." Viggo swirled his glass and watched the amber liquid. "I think he's going to be good for the both of them in the long run. But I fear for the rest of our sanity with him and Dave in close quarters now." "Ah yes, well I'm just happy to see that Dave finally snagged Harry. Took him long enough." Viggo blinked, startled. "You knew about that?" "Of course." Craig waved his hand in a careless gesture. "His entire heart was in his eyes every time he looked at the man. Would have been obvious to Harry, but you know how wrapped up in Karl he's always been." "I think that qualifies as the understatement of the millennium." Viggo leaned back, continued to swirl his glass. "Yes, well, you need to pay more attention." Craig sipped on his wine slowly, eyed Viggo over the rim. "You might even learn a few new things." "Guess I'm just getting complacent in my old age. Or so the children keep telling me." "You should shake that up a bit." Craig tapped Viggo's knee with a finger. "I remember when you were young, before this boredom of yours started to settle in. You were a hot thing." "That was a long time ago," Viggo pointed out with a small smile on his face. "It's been quite a while since there was anyone who caught my attention." Craig set his glass down again. "Perhaps," he plucked Viggo's glass out of his hand, leaned in, lips almost touching Viggo's "...you just haven't been looking." He closed the small distance between them on the last word. Viggo froze, then relaxed as Craig's tongue flicked across his lower lip. //Craig....// Lips parted, and Viggo's tongue met Craig's, sliding around and over it. He felt something shift beneath his hand, realized it was Craig's hip, wondered how his hand had gotten there. //Yes?// Craig ran a hand through Viggo's hair, brought their mouths closer together, deepening the kiss. //What...when...Christ.// Viggo slid his hand from Craig's hip, gliding up Craig's back to pull him closer. As he did so, he wondered when he'd walked into Wonderland, because it sure as hell didn't seem real. Not that it really mattered because just then Craig did something with his tongue across the roof of Viggo's mouth that exploded across his nerves. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been so turned on. And by a kiss, at that. Craig lifted his head, licked his lips. "Sweet. Why'd we wait so long to do that, then?" Viggo licked his own lips, eyes drawn to Craig's mouth. "Because I had no idea you..." He trailed off, shook his head. "Honestly, I'm almost as old as you." Craig looked amused again. "I've managed to pick up on a few things here and there." "Is that so?" Viggo watched Craig, eyebrow arched. "And what would those things be?" "Now, would that be an invitation?" "It might be." A quick grin bared the tips of sharp fangs. "Ah lovely." Craig pushed Viggo down on the cushions, followed, nimble fingers already unbuttoning Viggo's shirt. "I suppose your education could start here." As soft lips slid on Viggo's chin, he lifted his head, tipped his chin up, closed his eyes. Cool air caressed his chest as Craig pushed his shirt open. "Should I be taking notes?" he murmured, fingers finding the dark silk of Craig's hair. "Mm, there might be a quiz later." Light fingers dancing on his chest sent shockwaves of pleasure through Viggo's brain. He shifted beneath Craig's touch, sighed. "I think I might need some private tutoring." "I'll see if I can arrange something." Craig purred the words across Viggo's nipple before catching it between his teeth. "Ah...good..." Viggo sucked in air through his teeth, fingers clutching in Craig's hair. His back arched, his body striving to get closer to Craig, striving for more contact, more touches. Craig lingered for only a moment before raising his head. "Roll over. And get rid of the shirt. It's distracting." "Giving me orders?" Viggo asked as he shrugged off his shirt and dropped it beside the sofa. He rolled over, glanced at Craig over his shoulder. "What a novel idea." "Someone's got to keep you in line." Craig gave him a playful swat on his ass, then all of the air hissed from Viggo's lungs when Craig's tongue swept a path between his shoulder blades. "You applying for the job?" Viggo asked when he could breathe again. Fuck, but that felt good. Felt better than good. Felt fucking wonderful. He clutched the cushions to keep from writhing beneath Craig's tongue. //Let's just see how the interview goes, shall we?// Craig continued his tortuously slow path down Viggo's back, stopping to pay homage to every muscle, every inch of skin, every vertebrae. Viggo dropped his head, pressing his face into the cushion beneath him. Fuck it. He couldn't keep still, not with that tongue doing what it was doing. He shifted, back arching as he tried to remember to breathe. Craig delved just under the waistband of Viggo's trousers with his tongue, sucked the small of his back like it was a delicacy. "Now this is truly my idea of a late night snack," Craig stated, running his hands down the firm muscle. "Lift your hips a bit." "Glad you're enjoying...the meal," Viggo panted as he complied, lifting his hips, hands moving to grip the arm of the sofa. "Yes, immensely." Craig slipped his hands around Viggo's waist, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, tugging them down over lean hips. "Ah yes, much better without needless clothing blocking my view of your perfect ass." Craig sounded gleeful as he shoved the trousers completely off of Viggo's legs. "Nice to know you approve." Viggo lifted his head, looked over his shoulder. "You're still dressed." He shifted, started to roll over, was stopped by Craig's hand in the small of his back. "Not yet," Craig smiled, straddling the outside of Viggo's calves. "Haven't finished." He lowered his lips, tracing the curve at the top of Viggo's thigh, bit playfully on the firm flesh just above. Viggo jerked at the bite, his teeth closing over his lower lip. His head dropped again, face pressing back into the cushion, knuckles white from his grip on the sofa. //Didn't realize you were such a tease...// //I'm allowed my secrets.// Craig licked the crease between Viggo's cheeks, delving in for quick forays, tonguing the outside of the puckered flesh. //Yes, very nice...may have to stay here for a minute.// Viggo groaned. Craig was trying to kill him. He had to be. "Fuck..." The word was forced out between clenched teeth as his back arched, his hips lifted, and sparks shot up his spine. His world was reduced to the firm hands spreading his cheeks, the clever tongue spearing him, diving in, curling inside him, fucking him with skilled abandon. Air emptied from his lungs in a long growl and the assault continued, tongue fucking him a bit faster. //Craig...// Viggo writhed on the sofa, pushing back against Craig's tongue, wanting more, needing more. He moaned deep in his throat, turning his head and biting his arm to keep from screaming. Craig's only response was to thrust faster, reach his hand between Viggo's thighs to trace the soft underside of Viggo's balls, and the touch shattered him. Viggo came so hard he thought he must be passing out. Black holes imploded behind his eyes, the universe twisted inside out and his body went liquid under Craig's expert touch. |