| 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*
"Only bad if you...you..." Dave brushed his lips against Harry's as his hands slid up Harry's arms to grip those wonderful shoulders. "You have got to learn to start finishing your sentences," Harry teased, snaking out his tongue to rub against Dave's fangs. "Only bad if I...?" //Only bad if you blow me off.// And with that, Dave growled and fisted his hands in Harry's hair, sliding his tongue out to tease Harry's. He pressed against Harry, rubbed against him, wanted to climb inside his clothes, his skin. //Wouldn't still be here if I was planning on doing that.// Harry grabbed Dave's ass, wrapped Dave's legs around his waist, and carried him to the sofa. He lowered them both, straddled Dave's thighs. "I'm not going to have sex with you, I just want you to know that," Harry stated, unbuttoning Dave's shirt with steady hands. He wasn't...they weren't? "Why?" "Because I'm going to do this right." "Right?" Dave tilted his head, looked up into Harry's face. "I don't..." Harry busied himself with unsnapping and unzipping Dave's jeans. "Lift your hips a bit, there you go. You don't...?" "What do you mean, right?" Dave frowned. "And if you're not going to have sex with me, why the hell are you taking my clothes off?" "Because you..." Harry paused, placed a hard kiss on Dave's lips "...need to come. And I want to watch you. Fuck all, but you've got a nice body," he commented, running his hands along the tops of Dave's thighs. "And by right, I mean exactly that. Right." "Bloody hell, I can take care of that myself. Been doing it for decades." Dave grumbled, shivered at the delicious feel of Harry's hands on his bare skin. "You don't have to feel obligated to..." He stopped, bit back a gasp as Harry's fingers found a sensitive spot. "R-right...as in...I don't...." Harry shook his head, fingers sliding on Dave's cock, stroking the length slowly. "Not obligated, love. Want to." He scooted down, licked the head of Dave's cock. "Or do you want me to stop?" Dave clutched the sofa cushions as his hips jerked and his head fell back against the sofa. With difficulty, he lifted his head and looked at Harry through narrowed eyes. "If you stop," he said slowly, clearly, "I'm going to figure out the most painful thing I can do to you and still leave you alive...and then I'm going to do it." "Of course you are," Harry agreed, and lowered his head again, sliding his lips along the length, flicking his tongue as he moved. Fuck. Dave's head fell back, his hands moving from the sofa cushions to the dark strands brushing against his stomach and thighs. Harry's mouth was...was...indescribable. Dave moaned deep in his throat, hips arching up in a silent plea. Harry moved like a whirlwind, hand stroking up to meet his lips, mouth devouring him in quick, steady movements, tongue swirling around his cock. //Fuck, you taste good.// Dave couldn't reply. He couldn't even think. All he could do was feel. Lips and tongue and hand and...fuck. He could feel himself start to tumble, tried to hold on as long as possible. But Harry's mouth pulled him in, invited him to surrender, twisted his brain up until there was nothing left but Harry and an overpowering need. Harry flicked his wrist, hollowed his cheeks, creating unbearable wet friction. //Come for me.// Dave barely registered the words before Harry slipped inside his mind. It was too much. Suddenly, Dave was feeling Harry's mouth around him, devouring him, and he was Harry, tasting and touching, sucking and being sucked. His hands tangled deep in Harry's hair, his hips bucked, and he exploded, felt his body come apart in a violent explosion of color and light. He was falling and spinning, tumbling out of control...and he knew, somehow, that Harry would be there to catch him. Harry slowly lifted his head, licking his way up sensitive flesh, drawing out every delicious shudder. Hands soothed, quieted, roamed over Dave's stomach, sides, chest as Harry slid back up to Dave's mouth, kissing him with gentle reverence, tongue tasting of himself and Harry, all tangled together and perfect. //Christ...// Dave couldn't even summon the energy to speak aloud. He was limp, boneless, thought he could spend eternity like that with Harry kissing him and touching him like...yes, like that. "Better?" Harry asked, lifting his head, hands continuing their lazy exploration of Dave's chest and sides, lingering over each sensitive spot. Dave smiled, eyes still closed. "Mmm...much. Thank you." "I assure you, the pleasure was mine." Harry's tongue swept the hollow of Dave's throat. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" "Nothing." Dave shifted his body a little, moving closer to Harry. One hand fell to rest on Harry's hip, curling against warmth and muscle. "Would you like to have dinner with me before Council?" Dave's eyes flew open, and his jaw dropped. "Dinner? With you? Like..." He hesitated, trying to process the thought. "I told you, I want to do this right," Harry smiled, smoothing the hairs on Dave's forehead with a gentle touch. Oh...oh! That was what he'd meant by 'right'? Dave was speechless. He sat there, stared at Harry, and tried to make his brain work. "Are you saying you want a...a...what with me?" "I think it's important for us to get to know each other before I claim you." Harry gave Dave another quick kiss, rolled to his side, resting against the back of the sofa. Dave sat up straight and looked at Harry in shock. "Claim me? You can't do that!" Harry snorted, pushed Dave back down with a firm hand. "I can't?" "Um, no. I'm not mortal. I can't be a...a...." He trailed off, looked a bit disconcerted. "Can I?" Harry kissed the furrow between Dave's eyes, smoothing it with his lips. "You can be anything I want you to be, if that's what you want." Harry's voice was soft, almost loving, as were the hands still caressing his bare skin. "There are no rules against vampire pets. It's just that no one ever asked if it was possible, if two vampires could make that bond throughout eternity. And that's how I know it can be done. Because Karl and I have it." "You mean...you want me to be your pet?" Dave was in awe, unable to keep the dazed smile off his face. Harry wanted to form that unbreakable of a bond with him? Not once, in all the time he'd known Harry, had Dave ever dreamed they'd be having this conversation. "That's what we're going to find out." Harry looked down at him with a serious expression. "I still have to get used to the idea of you. But, you've already made the vow. And that's a pretty good start." Dave's brow furrowed as he thought of something. "What about...?" "What about...?" Harry asked, nuzzling Dave's nape. "Karl," Dave murmured, letting his head fall back. "He and I don't exactly get along." "Guess you're going to have to work on that, then." Harry ran his nails along the hairs of Dave's thighs, teeth scraping along Dave's neck. "You're immortal. You need to lose the jealousy." "It's not...not jealousy," Dave breathed as he arched against Harry, his hands sliding down Harry's back. "It's...I don't know." Harry pulled back, locked eyes with Dave. "What is it, then?" he asked gently. "Because you know leaving him isn't an option." Dave gave him a lopsided smile. "If I was going to be jealous of anyone, it'd be Orli. Here I've been trying to get your attention for 80 years, and that child waltzes in and is in your bed within a couple weeks." The smile faded until his expression was as serious as Harry's. "I'm not asking you to leave Karl. I'm not that stupid." "Ah, cariad." Harry brushed back a lock of Dave's hair, his smile tender. "You do understand about young Orlando, yes? Who he is, what he is?" Dave leaned back against the sofa, one hand moving to trail up and down the inside of Harry's forearm. "He tried to explain it a little, but...I'm still not sure I get it." "Alright." Harry was silent for a moment. "Do you know who Karl is, then? What we are?" "I think the shorter list would be who Karl isn't," Dave chuckled. "I know the two of you are bonded in some way, and that's part of the reason why I never said anything." Harry smiled, stretched back against the sofa, brought Dave with him. "We're going to need to be comfortable for this," he explained, smiling. "It's more than just a bond. It's...actually, it's pretty fucking inexplicable, is what it is. Something no other vampire has, something that can't be duplicated. The pet bond without a pet. Is this making any sense so far?" "Yeah, in a weird sort of way. Basically, the two of you broke the rules again." Dave glanced up, smiled. "Like that should surprise anyone." Harry's lips twitched as he touched his lips to Dave's. "Well, fuck, we'd hate to bore anyone. Karl and I talked about the possibility of an Orlando. We never talked about the possibility of a Dave, if you follow." Dave's fingers busied themselves working Harry's shirt out of the waistband of his pants as he considered that. He thought he understood, but he wasn't sure. "Okay, so...what you're saying is the two of you discussed one of you taking a pet for the both of you? But not both of you taking pets. Right?" "Right." Harry stilled Dave's hands. "What are you doing?" "Taking your shirt off." "Yes, I can see that," Harry answered. "Why? I'm not staying." "No, but you're here, and we're talking, and, in case you forgot, I'm stark naked here and, well..." Dave shrugged. "You can keep your pants on," he finished with a hopeful look. "You can put your clothes back on, if you're uncomfortable," Harry suggested, letting go of Dave's hands. "Too much trouble. I'll just have to take 'em off later." Dave shrugged and folded his hands in his lap. It was either that or fight to keep from trying to get Harry's shirt off. "I do need to leave." Harry's voice was full of regret. Dave glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye. "Didn't expect you to stay." Harry sat up, pulled Dave in his lap, arranging them both until he was comfortable. "You need to learn to talk to me," he said, stroking Dave's hair. "I've got one Karl in my life and I'd rather not have two." "There's not much to talk about at this point, is there?" Dave asked. His eyes drifted closed, and he leaned his head into the caress. "You've explained about Karl, you've explained about Orli. And then there's...us. And you don't want to rush that, and I understand." Harry leaned his head against Dave's cheek. "I want you to be comfortable with this. I can't change who I am. But I'm more than willing to see who we could be together. The pace will be up to you." Dave laughed softly, turned his head to brush a kiss across the top of Harry's head. "If you leave the pace up to me, we're going to end up in bed before you're ready." Another soft kiss. "And I don't want you to change. But don't expect me to change either. I have a feeling we're going to fight still." "God, I hope so," Harry said, fervently. "I think that can be arranged." Dave slid his hand around the back of Harry's neck. "In fact...I could probably give Orli some pointers if you want your life to be really exciting." "Child doesn't have it in him to truly fight me," Harry replied, leaning down. "He's just stubborn." "Then you and he should be a matched set," Dave whispered, watching Harry through half-closed eyes, his fingers toying with the soft hair at the nape of Harry's neck. "I'm not the one who carried a torch for someone for eight decades and didn't say anything," Harry pointed out, brushing his lips across Dave's. "I think you've got us all beat for stubborness." "Yeah, well..." Dave's tongue darted out to trace Harry's bottom lip, "I'm not saying it was the smartest thing I ever did." Harry captured Dave's tongue, sucked the tip into his mouth for a too-brief moment. "How's that?" "We could have been doing this all along." Dave's teeth nipped Harry's lower lip, his tongue moving out once more to sweep over the spot. "Yes, but now we know each other." One ravenous kiss, mouths slanting over each other in desperation. "And we'll make up for lost time." Another kiss -- this time Harry held Dave's head in place as he plundered, fucked Dave's mouth with a hot tongue. "I need to go before I can't." Dave nodded, eyes wide. He licked his lips, trying to capture Harry's taste there. "Yeah." "Tomorrow," Harry promised, sliding Dave off his lap, getting up with a graceful movement. "When do you get up?" he asked, looking down. "Shortly after sundown." Dave glanced out the window. "This time of year, around 8-ish." "So, we'll say 9:00, then. Is that alright?" "Yeah, that's perfect." Dave dragged on his jeans and stood up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor. "So, um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Harry ducked down, gave Dave a last, fleeting kiss. "Count on it." |