| 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*
Karl glanced over. "What?" "Just thinking about something." Orlando shrugged, still grinning. "So we're really going to do it?" "That's up to Harry," Karl replied as he closed the front door. "This is his home after all." "Right, I just...you didn't seem too excited about the idea." Orlando glanced at Karl as they started towards the study. "It's not that I'm unexcited, I'm just..." Karl raked his hands through his hair. "I don't know what I am. Confused, I think. Wondering how this will play out. How do you think this is going to work?" he asked, sinking into a chair. "Don't know. We don't have to even mention it to him if you're not sure about it." Orlando perched on the arm of the chair, his hand sliding around the back of Karl's neck and rubbing lightly. "Mention what?" Both turned to look at Harry as he strolled in the room, wearing only a very low-riding pair of tattered pajama bottoms. His gaze flickered back and forth between the both of them before walking to the small bar and grabbing a Coke. Orlando wondered how it was possible that Harry just got better looking the more he saw him. "Were we supposed to be meeting tonight?" Orlando's eyes followed Harry, and his hand continued to massage the back of Karl's neck. "Um, no, not exactly. We just, um...." He looked down at Karl. "We just thought we'd drop by and, you know..." Harry sank onto the sofa. "No, I don't." He eyed them calmly over the rim of his can. "So?" "We were...um..." "What? 'Cause if you're hoping to join in any festivities, you're going to have to wait for Dave to wake up." "It was..." Orlando's voice was soft ,and he continued to watch Karl. "Just another one of my crazy ideas. Karl's not too keen on it so...." He shrugged, then stood and reached for Karl's hand. "I didn't say that," Karl said, pulling Orlando back down. "Look, Orli thinks we should move in together." "What, you mean all of us?" "Well, yeah, that was the general idea," Orlando replied. "Be a bit silly for just you and Karl to move back in together. What would Dave and I do?" "Well, I can think of a lot of things we could do," Dave commented as he ambled into the room, hair still rumpled from sleep, jeans zipped but unbuttoned and obviously just dragged on. He dropped down on the sofa and kissed Harry before looking at Orlando and Karl. "Or was there something specific you had in mind?" "Sleep well?" Harry murmured, rifling through Dave's hair. Dave curled up next to Harry, yawned. "Would have been better if you'd stayed." "They want to move in." Dave raised his head, blearily gazed back at Karl and Orlando. "What, they're getting kicked out of their place?" "No." Orlando wrinkled his nose, ignoring Karl's quiet chuckle. "Where in the world did you get that idea?" "He said..." "I know what he said, and it hasn't anything to do with us getting kicked out of the house." Orlando twisted around to look at Karl. "We can't get kicked out of the house. Tell him that." "He knows full well we can't get kicked out. I built the fucking house." Karl patted Orlando's hand. "Harry, tell him to stop fucking with the child's head." "You're the one talking about moving in," Harry stated. "I'm just trying to figure out why." "I made him, I can fuck with his head if I want," Dave mumbled, eyes closed. //That goes both ways...Dad.// Dave's eyes flew open, and he frowned. "You did not just..." Orlando flashed Dave a charming smile before turning his attention to Harry. "It just seemed like a good idea at the time. We're all bonded, so..." "So you think connubial bliss is the next order of business, is that it?" Harry asked, tucking Dave's head back onto his shoulder. "Maybe." Orlando slid down when Karl tugged on his arm, moving around until he was leaning against him. "You'll be over there or we'll always be over here, and everyone's already sleeping together." "We're not all sleeping together yet," Karl pointed out. "Fine, we will be," Orlando sighed. "Anyway, it made sense in my head." "Nothing makes sense in your head." Dave grinned. "I've been in there. Very scary place." "Or maybe not," Orlando muttered under his breath. "What'd you do to his sense of humor there, Karl?" Karl grinned. "Nothing. He's just having a moment because we're not immediately jumping up and telling him how brilliant we think he is." Orlando rolled his eyes. "Fine, we all agree I'm less than brilliant at times." He glared when Dave opened his mouth. "Shut up." "I was just going to say --" "Shut up." Dave grinned. "You make it too easy sometimes." "Anyway," Orlando said, ignoring Dave. "Back to the topic at hand." "Which was you explaining how all of this was going to work." Harry gestured with his can of Coke. "So tell us. I mean, we bedhop, you guys take the East wing, we designate nights, what?" "I don't know." Orlando ducked his head and toyed with his jeans. "He hadn't thought that far ahead yet," Karl said, catching Orlando's elbow as it shifted back into his ribs. "Why am I not surprised?" Dave reached over and took the can from Harry, taking a long swallow before handing it back. "Oh, hush." Orlando frowned at Dave, then looked at Harry. "And no, I haven't figured out the details yet. I thought we could do that together. If everyone liked the idea that is." //Well?// Harry shrugged. //Dunno, Karl. We've always lived together...// //Yes, but it was your idea for us have separate houses.// //Only for a little while. Guess we just got used to it.// "Would the two of you mind speaking aloud or at least thinking to the rest of the class?" Dave said, nudging Harry with his shoulder. "Sorry." Harry placed a quick kiss on Dave's upturned lips. "It's an idea worth exploring." "We could just get a big bed," Karl mused, with a huge grin. "You would say that," Harry muttered. "Honestly, it's amazing that I was ever enough for you." "We were enough for each other." Orlando made a face as he looked at Dave. "You ever feel like you're redundant?" "Well..." Dave's eyes sparkled with mirth, and he fought to maintain a serious expression. "I do wonder why they need us if they were enough for each other. I do like the big bed idea, though." "That does have possibilities." "They like my idea," Karl pointed out, resting his chin on Orlando's shoulder, still grinning. "Of course we do," Dave stated. "Harry just doesn't like the idea of Orli crawling across him whenever he wants to change cuddle partners." Harry resisted the urge to drop his head in his hands. "Christ, the three of you are going to give me a headache." "I've got just the cure for that," Karl joked. Orlando bit his lip to keep from laughing as Harry growled. "If you'd prefer, Karl and I can take the...what'd you say? Right, the East wing. And then the four of us can bedhop...just fall into bed with whoever's closest at the time." "Or we could schedule it." Dave smiled, somehow managing to look innocent. "I have a lot of practice at scheduling things after working for Vig for so long." "I refuse to fucking schedule my sex life." Harry tugged playfully on Dave's hair for emphasis. "Ditto that." Karl tugged Orlando up, and they both went to sit next to Harry. "What if it's Tuesday with Dave and I want you? Or Harry? Or, hell, all three of you?" "All three?" Harry sounded impressed. "Old man, you can barely handle just me most days." "Want to put this to the test, puppy?" "That sounded like a challenge to me," Orlando said, smiling brightly when Harry looked at him. "Sounded like one to me as well," Dave added with a nod. "I'm not sure our bed's big enough to handle it. We really should get a bigger one if you're going to insist on Karl proving all those outrageous claims he makes." "Excuse me?" Karl arched an eyebrow, sounded amused. "Orli's the one always making outrageous claims." "I do not!" The pairs of eyes looked at Orlando and he flushed. "Well, not all the time." "And I don't always make outrageous claims." Harry snorted. "Sure you don't. Remember that week in Damascus after that deal for..." "I remember," Karl said quickly. "Weren't we supposed to be talking sleeping arrangements?" "That's what we're doing." Orlando gave Karl a look and shook his head. "Or we were until people started making outrageous claims about taking on three of us in one night," Dave said, smiling when Orlando laughed. "I didn't say in one night." "Yes, you did!" Orlando's head whipped around, and he stared at Karl. "You did so say in one night!" "He's right." Dave leaned forward and poked Karl's leg. "You said, 'what if it's Tuesday with Dave and I want Orli or Harry or all three of you?' Tuesday is definitely one night." "Whatever. And I'll be happy to do it, trust me," Karl replied, smiling. "Just as soon as you stop fucking off and tell us what you think." Harry stood, went back to the bar. "You two want to move into the East Wing, be my guest. This has always been your home, you know that. Keep the other house as a retreat." "Ah yes, a place to hide when the children threaten to drive us crazy." Karl ignored the jab to his ribs. "Good idea." "East wing?" Dave watched Harry for a moment before sliding over to lean against Karl and Orlando. "Does that mean the big bed idea is out? Because I really liked that one." "You haven't actually slept with Orli yet." Dave glanced at Karl, eyes curious. "Well, no, but..." "I am not that bad." Orlando frowned at Karl, shifting so that his elbow threatened Karl's ribs once more. "We'll bedhop. There, that's a plan. Anyone got a better one?" "Hell, I don't know." Harry walked back to the sofa, sat next to Dave. "Karl?" "We'll move into the East wing, see how we like it. Still like the other idea, though." "So, we'll do that then." Harry sighed, slumping back on the cushions. "Do whatever. Don't care. Just decide something, let me know when you've done it." Orlando peered at Harry before shifting his gaze to Dave. "What'd you do to him?" "Me?" "Yeah, you. Harry's never that agreeable to my ideas." Orlando sounded suspicious. "I didn't do anything." Dave turned to Harry. "So you're saying we should just go ahead and get a big bed and all sleep in it together?" "No, I'm saying I'm bored with this discussion," Harry stated, without opening his eyes. "Your bright idea, make the call." Karl ruffled Orlando's curls, gave him a bright smile. "I'm with Harry. I'm bored, just tell me where I'm sleeping and who with." "Fine." Orlando studied Karl, then Harry, teeth worrying his lower lip. "Dave, get dressed." "What?" Startled blue eyes looked up from their contemplation of Harry's throat. "Why?" "We're going furniture shopping." "We are?" Karl crawled over Dave, giving him a long kiss, and slid next to Harry. "Have fun," he said, sighing in contentment when Harry closed strong arms around him. "Guess that settles that." "Guess so," Harry replied, voice a bit slurred. "Maybe now I can go back to sleep." Orlando bounced off the sofa. "Come on." He grabbed Dave's hands and pulled him to his feet. "But I...Harry...we..." "You can do that later. Harry's going back to sleep." Orlando started to drag Dave towards the door. "But why do I have to go with you?" "Because if you don't," Orlando said without turning to look at Dave, "I'll buy the bed and pick out all the sheets and stuff by myself. And I have such a wonderful sense of style when it comes to patterns and colors and stuff like that. Ask Karl." "Karl?" Dave glanced over his shoulder. "You're going with him. I promise Harry will be here when you get back." "Not going anywhere," Harry agreed, snuggling against Karl. "See, it's all settled. We're in charge of redecorating the bedroom." "But..." Dave threw one last look at Harry before Orlando pulled him through the door. "Come on, Dave!" Orlando's voice drifted back into the room. "Next we'll work on getting him to let us in the library." "Not fucking likely!" Harry called after them. |