| 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*
"Now my guess is that you really needed that," Craig commented softly against the back of his neck. "More than I realized." Viggo smiled and turned his head just enough to see Craig's profile from the corner of his eye. "What was your first clue?" Craig slid across the back of the sofa, his hands still idly marking Viggo's skin. "Tiger, you've been tense for decades. I think the children were about ready to send you completely 'round the bend, though." "I can't imagine what gave you that idea." Viggo's laugh was soft as he closed his eyes. He didn't bother moving, choosing instead to lie there and enjoy the feel of Craig's hands on his body. "I think you're still a bit tense." "Do you now?" "Um, I do. Roll back over," Craig commanded, flicked that amazing tongue across Viggo's ear. Viggo was going to call a special meeting of the Council first thing, turn Craig's tongue into a national treasure. "And you're still ordering me around," Viggo teased as he twisted his body. Once on his back again, he looked up at Craig and grinned. "Dare I presume you have the cure for the rest of my tension?" "Just call it my own brand of therapy," Craig stated, once again moving between Viggo's thighs. Soft lips matted the hairs on Viggo's stomach seconds later. "Mmm...I might need extensive sessions then," Viggo murmured, arching his body into Craig's touch, one hand lightly touching Craig's hair. "To make sure I don't get tense again, you understand." "You are so easy," Craig stated, moved his tongue to lick the sensitive skin of Viggo's inner thighs. "You call a self-imposed celibacy of several centuries being easy?" Viggo's laugh turned into a gasp as Craig's tongue did something that felt incredible. Beyond incredible. Yes, he was definitely going to turn Craig's tongue into a national treasure. //You're the one sprawled naked on Harry's sofa.// Craig gave him a quick wink before gently scraping his teeth along Viggo's cock, curling his tongue around the head. "Jesus..." Both hands gripped Craig's hair and Viggo fought to keep from taking control. No doubt Craig would definitely have something to say if he tried that. But fuck all, Craig's entire mouth was going to be declared a national treasure. //You want to fuck my mouth, Vig? Is that what you want?// Cobalt eyes met his own as Craig sucked on Viggo's cock, teasing the hard flesh. Viggo groaned as he watched his cock disappear between Craig's lips. He honestly could not remember the last time he'd seen anything that hot. He opened his mouth, licked his lips, didn't trust himself to speak. //Yes...// Craig curled his hands around Viggo's hips, opened his mouth wider, relaxed his throat. //So do it.// Viggo didn't need any more encouragement. Splaying his fingers, cradling Craig's skull in his hands, he locked his eyes with Craig's as he began to move, thrusting in and out of Craig's mouth. And fuck if it wasn't better than anything he'd experienced in ages. Wet heat, slick suction, tongue moving over his cock as he thrust... It was more than enough to send his senses reeling. One of Craig's talented fingers -- also getting recognized by the Council -- teased the outer rim of his ass, rubbing over the tight ring, easing inside by minute degrees until it curved, hitting -- goddamn -- there. Viggo yelped, body jerking, as sparks exploded in his groin and raced through his veins. Seemed as if he'd forgotten a few things during his self-imposed celibacy. Well, fuck that. And fuck celibacy. His hands clenched Craig's hair, and he gave himself over to the sensations sweeping through his body, hips bucking as he rocked into Craig's mouth. A few more thrusts, then Viggo's back arched off the sofa, body splintering, lights exploding behind his eyes. All that mattered was mouth and cock and Craig as the world around them ceased to exist. "God, you're gorgeous when you come." Viggo opened one bleary eye, tried to focus on Craig, couldn't. Gave up, flopping his head back on the sofa as Craig covered his body, gave him a leisurely kiss. "Mmmm," Viggo mumbled against Craig's lips. Couldn't move, couldn't think, was convinced that breathing was an option. He shivered as his lips were teased with soft kisses, his body teased with even softer touches. "That was incredible." "Say that to me in a couple of days, when your brain is back in the head up here," Craig said, kissing his forehead softly. Viggo chuckled, wrapped one arm around Craig's waist. "You make it sound like I won't think it's incredible in..." He trailed off, blinked. "Couple of days?" "What, you think I'm in the charity business?" Craig asked, amused. "I fully expect reciprocation." "Good." Viggo lifted his head to brush his lips across Craig's jaw. "Because I'm a firm believer in returning favors." "Harry, tell me I'm not seeing this." "Well, I would, but that would involve me pretending that Vig and Craig aren't curled up on our sofa in a rather compromising position." Viggo's head fell back, and he closed his eyes, praying that when he opened them he wouldn't see what he knew he was going to see. "Fuck." He decided to risk it, opened one eye. And...yes. Karl and Harry were indeed standing in the doorway. No way in hell he was ever going to live this down. "Fuck." "I'd apologize, but he needed this too much," Craig stated, with a grin. "Oh, don't apologize on our behalf." Yeah, Harry was amused, alright. Fuck. "We've been saying the same thing for decades," Karl added, dropping into an empty chair, eyeing the two vampires on the sofa like they were a fascinating art exhibit. "Sure, pull up a chair and watch." Karl grinned at the heavy sarcasm in Viggo's voice. "Don't mind if I do." "Nice to know everyone had such an interest in my sex life," Viggo muttered, one hand rubbing his eyes. "Well, it's been so long since you've had one, we thought you might've forgotten you had a dick," Harry replied, sitting on the arm of Karl's chair. "It has been awhile," Craig mused, hands still stroking over Viggo's chest. "I can't even remember her name." "I've been too busy dealing with other things." Viggo gave Harry and Karl a pointed look. Then he turned his attention back to Craig, smiled. "And I deliberately forgot her name. Wasn't all that memorable once I distanced myself from it." "You're far too smart to let one bad moment keep you from enjoying everything else," Craig told him with a soft kiss. "You've been around long enough to know better." "Hell, he's acting like we kept him from getting laid," Karl drawled, leaning his head against Harry's hip. "Not even we could keep anyone that busy." "You two were getting laid enough for the entire Council." Viggo's eyes twinkled as he grinned. "Figured I didn't need to contribute to the effort." Craig chuckled, and Karl shook his head. "Nice try, but no dice," Karl said. "Nothing like too much sex." "Why am I not surprised that you'd say that?" Viggo shook his head. "Remind me to mention that to you when you're my age." "I am your age," Craig reminded him. "And I agree with the child." "See?" Karl looked positively triumphant. "You haven't had to deal with those two for the last 800 years," Viggo pointed out, returning his full attention to Craig. "It was tiring trying to keep up with them." "You were trying to keep up with us?" Harry looked startled. "No," Viggo said, one shoulder moving in a shrug. "I got bored." "Whoa, whoa." Karl waved his hands. "You got bored trying to keep up with us or you got bored so you tried to keep up with us?" Harry looked down at him. "You know, you managed to confuse even me there." Viggo laughed. "I was bored, so I tried keeping up with you for a while, but then that got boring so I quit." He propped himself up on one elbow, smirked at Karl. "Remember, I had done everything at least three times long before you were born." Karl grinned. "Yes, but you never had Harry." "As if anyone could have pried him away from your side once you laid eyes on him," Viggo retorted. "Are you saying you didn't even want to try? Just once?" Karl watched Viggo, still grinning, eyes curious. "Don't answer that, Vig," Harry said quickly. "What?" Viggo's expression was bland as he looked at Harry. "You saying you don't want to know?" Harry raised an eyebrow, smirked at Viggo. "Honestly, if I'd been even remotely attracted to you, you'd have been panting after me like a bitch in heat." Karl tried in vain to smother his grin. "Arrogant, but true." "He does have that air about him," Craig mused, glancing up at Viggo. "You alright there, tiger? Look a bit choked." "Then I suppose it's a good thing for all of us that you weren't even remotely attracted to me, isn't it?" Viggo didn't bother to look at Craig, never changed his expression though it was all he could do not to laugh. "I assure you, I wouldn't have been as patient with you as Karl was." "Ah, but my patience is why we've had the last 800 plus years together," Karl stated, twining his hand in Harry's. "Had I claimed him when I wanted to, I'd have gotten no more than a night. I wanted him for a lifetime." "Well, you've got me. Plus a couple of others who are wondering where we are." Harry's gaze swept Viggo and Craig again. "We'll leave the two of you to make yourselves presentable. Be out of my library in twenty minutes, or I'll send Dave in here." "The child might learn something," Viggo laughed, watching as they headed towards the door. "I suppose it's too much to hope that you'll keep this to yourselves?" Harry and Karl shared a long look and what looked like a silent conversation before Karl turned back and grinned. "You owe us." "Big time," Harry added, and they walked out the door, closing it firmly behind them. "Maybe I should have just let them run their mouths." Viggo sat up, eyes still on the door. He glanced at Craig, noting the wicked grin on the other vampire's face. "Don't suppose you'd...no, nevermind. I know you better than that." Craig ran his lips down Viggo's throat, hand drifting to Viggo's cock. "They did give us twenty minutes. I'd say they were doing us a big favor." "Good point." Viggo tipped his head back, one hand curling around the back of Craig's neck, the other unzipping Craig's slacks. "And it could be worse...they could have threatened to send Orlando in." "I'll take your word for it."
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