| 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*
"Oh." The word was small, almost inaudible as Dave ducked his head, suddenly shy. In all his existence, he'd never dared dream that Harry could feel anything other than irritation for him. Yet now, here they were and Harry was saying... It was a lot to process. Harry tipped his chin up, studied his face for a second, eyes gentle. "You alright?" "Yeah. This is just...." Dave licked his lips, fought the brief urge to look down. "I didn't think that you..." "That I what?" That same finger stroked along Dave's jaw, his lower lip. "That you felt that way," Dave whispered, eyes locked with Harry's. "I'm still not entirely comfortable with this yet. I won't lie to you. But I'm going to learn. Because you matter." Dave smiled, the expression lighting up his face. "It's enough for now. I love you." He leaned forward, slid his hands up Harry's chest, covered his mouth with his own. Harry returned the kiss with everything in him, poured all that he was, all he could be into it. A kiss that promised, a kiss that vowed, with sliding lips and an expert tongue turning Dave's bones to jell-o. Dave wasn't surprised to find his hands fisted in Harry's hair when they parted, nor was he surprised that he was plastered against Harry's chest, and that Harry's hands were wrapped against his lower back. Christ. Dave tried to control his breathing, tried to will his fingers to release Harry's hair. His lips touched Harry's again in a kiss that was soft and brief. "You're addicting." Harry lifted his eyebrow, looking a bit smug. "Wait 'til you see me naked." "The sooner the better." Dave untangled his fingers from Harry's hair and let them drop to rest on Harry's chest, thumbs brushing across shirt buttons. He looked at Harry, an unspoken question in his eyes. "You've already seen me naked." Harry nodded, the movement short. "You're right. I have." Dave slid one thumb beneath a button, eased it free slowly, hesitantly, waited for Harry to stop him. "So I think it's only fair that I get to see you at least partly naked." "Well, part of the knight's code is honor," Harry agreed, leaning back. "Right. And I'd hate for you to break your code." Dave nodded decisively and began to attack Harry's buttons in earnest, tongue tucked between his teeth. Once finished, he pulled the shirt free of Harry's pants and smoothed it open. And then that wonderful, beautiful, broad chest was revealed to his gaze. Dave sighed, smiled, splayed his hands against Harry's ribs. "You're beautiful." Harry closed his eyes. "Too many scars to be beautiful, but thank you." "Are you arguing with me?" Dave bent to touch his lips to first one scar, than another. The entire time, his hands stroked along Harry's ribs. "The scars are part of you, love." "Mmm...okay...just don't...there," Harry groaned, when Dave's lips found a particularly sensitive spot. "Like that, do you?" Dave slid back to sit on Harry's knees. His lips mapped Harry's chest slowly, his tongue darting out every few seconds to lick across a scar. God, he was already addicted to the taste of Harry's skin. He licked up, flicked his tongue across a nipple as his hands slid down to rest just above the waistband of Harry's slacks. Harry writhed beneath him as his muscles jumped, hands clenching in Dave's hair. Dave continued to move, seeking out every bit of skin, learning and tasting. He wanted so much, wanted to give, wanted to make Harry burn for him, just...wanted. "So beautiful," he whispered against Harry's sternum. He eased from Harry's lap, kneeling on the floor between Harry's feet. Dragging his tongue down the center of Harry's chest, Dave swirled it around his navel before dipping inside. Then his mouth went back to exploring, working across Harry's stomach, licking, biting, kissing, as his hands slid up and down Harry's thighs, rasping across the fabric of his trousers. "Dave...Dave...we can't..." Dave just smiled, moved up until he found a sensitive spot. He fastened his mouth on it, sucking lightly, grazing his fangs across it. He pressed into Harry, nestled his chest against Harry's crotch. His fingers traced Harry's ribs, teased his nipples, then raked back down to frame Harry's hips. "Dave...you have to..." "Shhh," Dave murmured as he repeated what he had just done, chuckling softly at Harry's reaction. Little, tiny licks across Harry's skin, lapping at him like a kitten with a bowl of fresh cream. All that wonderful skin to be tasted, touched, explored. Harry sank his hands into Dave's hair and moaned. Dave smiled against Harry's stomach, let his tongue dance around Harry's navel again. This was what he'd wanted, craved...touching Harry, kissing him, pleasing and loving him. Dave slid just his fingertips beneath the waistband of Harry's trousers, let his thumbs rest on the button, made no move to do anything further as he once more grazed his fangs across Harry's skin. Harry jumped, tightened his fingers across Dave's scalp...and relaxed. All of the tension left his body, and Dave sensed the change, sensed the want and need. So he gave, continuing to let his mouth move across Harry's skin as his fingers unbuttoned Harry's trousers, started to ease the zipper down, moving slowly, giving Harry plenty of time to stop him. He sucked on an unscarred patch of skin, sucked hard enough to leave a mark before biting down just hard enough for his fangs to indent, but not break, Harry's skin. "Please..." The one whispered word was both supplication and demand. //Please what, love?// Dave shifted lower, his mouth moving across newly revealed skin, fingers sliding under Harry's trousers to gradually ease them down while lips and tongue steadily moved lower and lower. //Please anything, just...don't stop.// //Anything?// Dave licked a path across Harry's lower abdomen, blew lightly across the damp skin. //That's awfully tempting.// He urged Harry to lift his hips, began to slide trousers down long legs. Harry raked his nails lightly across Dave's shoulder, collarbone, as he kicked off his jeans. //Is it working?// //That depends on how much you're willing to give me right now.// Dave gently nipped the inside of Harry's thigh, let his tongue sweep out to ease the sting. His hands returned to frame Harry's hips, thumbs rubbing small circles across firm flesh. He trailed his mouth across Harry's thigh, exploring it, mapping it much like he had Harry's chest and stomach. "What do you want?" Harry asked, softly. "Everything I have is yours." Dave lifted his head, stilled his hands. "All I want is you." He lowered his head again, nuzzled Harry's groin, breathed in his scent. "Just you," he whispered. "Then have me." Dave turned his head, barely brushed his lips across Harry's cock. Harry's words opened so many possibilities...but Dave didn't want to push his luck. Not now. He slid his tongue up Harry's length, circled the head, moving slowly, languidly, taking his time. Then, when Harry's hands clenched tight in his hair, Dave's lips closed around Harry's cock. Liquid sunshine exploding on Harry's skin. Dave's mouth was, quite simply, the most amazingly hot thing. Moving, breathing, thought...all overrated. Who needed them? Just needed Dave's lips wrecking his brain, just needed Dave's tongue worshipping his cock. Dave relaxed his throat, took all of Harry in. Then pulled back, letting his tongue play over the length. Child was trying to kill him, plain and simple. All there was to it. //Dave...need...// Couldn't finish the thought as another wave of pleasure rolled over him. Harry, incoherent. That had been the image in countless numbers of Dave's dreams. The reality was so much better. Fuck, Harry tasted a million times better than he'd dreamed. Up, down, lick, suck. Smelling, tasting, feeling. Dave let his fangs graze so very softly across sensitive flesh as his hands caressed, stroked, moved across Harry's body, took him in once more, created wet suction enough to hollow his cheeks, let his tongue play over and around and across the velvety skin. His hands slid up Harry's thighs, felt crisp hairs beneath his palms, slid around and down so that thumbs could reach the smooth, soft skin behind Harry's balls. Dave wanted Harry to come apart, wanted him to lose control, wanted to be the one to make him lose control. Mindless, endless, so much pleasure and pain that Harry was almost ripped apart with the full force of it. Couldn't control the orgasm that barreled across his body, couldn't control the shudders, couldn't bite back the scream. The only thing in his brain, his blood, his soul, was Dave... Dave swallowed until there was nothing left, used his tongue to clean Harry in lazy swipes before letting him slip from his mouth. Soft kisses marked Dave's path back up Harry's torso, ending with a thorough kiss against partially opened lips. Dave couldn't help but grin against Harry's mouth at the sounds that escaped him. Harry turned into the chuckle, slid his tongue along Dave's teeth. "What?" "Just happy," Dave murmured, tangled his tongue with Harry's. Harry lifted his head, smiled, and brought Dave back up to his lap. "Thank you." "You don't have to thank me." Dave slid forward to lay against Harry's chest, rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "It's proper to thank someone for giving you a gift," Harry murmured in Dave's hair. "And your mouth is definitely a gift." "Mmm...wanted to give you more," Dave murmured against Harry's throat. "But you're welcome." "You'll have the rest soon enough." "You'd think after all this time, I'd be patient." Dave laughed, lifted his head to press his lips just below Harry's ear. "But fuck if I want to be patient any longer." "Another first...a vampire without patience." Harry shook his head. "Where did you say Vig found you again?" Dave curled up, wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. "London. Wimbledon actually." "A tennis match. Why am I not surprised?" "Because that's Vig for you," Dave laughed, nestling his head beneath Harry's chin. "Yes, it is. So," Harry said, breathing the words across Dave's hair, "what do you want to do with the rest of our evening?" "I think you already know the answer to that one. But since I can't have what I want yet..." One shoulder lifted in a shrug. "I'm open to suggestions. Movie? Staying in and talking?" "How about both? Stay in, talk, watch movies. I want to get to know you, you to know me, before the ceremony." Dave pressed a soft kiss to Harry's collarbone. "Mmm...curled up with you on this couch, talking and watching movies? Sounds like a perfect night to me." Harry lifted Dave's mouth for a soft, slow kiss. "Then perfect you shall have." |