| Title: Enslaved Series: Changes Author: Jo & Brenda Pairing: Harry Sinclair/David Wenham Rating: NC17 Summary: Dave & Harry have an unexpected night alone. Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt Harry & Dave are having hot monkey sex with each other. But, you never know. Notes: Because Dave wanted his turn with Harry. Continues directly after "Enthralled".
Dave was in the library, sipping a glass of wine and reading through a contract, when he heard the front door open. He didn't move, didn't acknowledge any other presence, just sat there, wine in one hand, papers in the other. Harry would find him soon enough. //Dave?// //Library.// Soft footsteps in the hall, and Dave glanced up when Harry's shadow filled the doorway. "What are you reading?" Harry asked, loosening his tie as he walked in the door. His shirtsleeves were already rolled up to reveal muscled forearms, and Dave had to stop himself from licking his lips at the sight. The urge to nibble was a strong one. "One of Vig's infernal contracts." Dave dropped the papers on the table beside his chair, and lifted the glass to his lips, watching Harry over the rim. Instead of sipping, he took a large gulp when blunt fingers unfastened a few buttons to reveal a small triangle of bronzed flesh. "You alright?" "Yeah," Dave gasped, swallowing & clearing his throat. "Just...um..." He completely lost his train of thought as Harry finished unbuttoning his shirt and untucked it from his slacks, letting it hang loose from his shoulders. The sight of that heavily muscled chest had Dave taking another large swallow of wine. Harry moved to the bar, the linen shirt rippling over his back. "Doesn't he ever give you real work?" He smiled as he poured himself a tumbler of Scotch. "You want another glass?" "What? Oh. Yeah." Dave shook his head, forcing his eyes away from Harry's body. He could feel amused eyes on him when Harry turned to face him. "I actually prefer this to what I was doing earlier." "And what were you doing earlier?" Dave accepted the glass pressed into his hand with a smile, watched out of the corner of his eye when Harry sank into his favorite chair. "Rewriting a bunch of mind-numbing legal bullshit that had me crossing my eyes." Dave grinned, idly rotating his hand so the wine whirled. "Or I was before Orli came in and provided a pleasant and much needed distraction." Harry gestured around the room. "Is that why we're at the retreat tonight? You wear the child out?" "Is it possible to wear him out?" Harry's deep laughter echoed throughout the room. "I'm not sure. But it's been fun trying." "Well, he was still his usual bouncy self when I left," Dave stated, grinning back at Harry. "Little quieter than usual, but not worn out." "Quiet? Did you just say Orli was quiet?" Harry teased. "Are you sure the world isn't ending?" "Not quiet." Dave chuckled. "Quieter. The child thinks too much." "Sometimes, yeah," Harry agreed, slumping back. "He's had a lot to deal with lately." Dave nodded as he set his glass on the table, running a finger around the rim. "Yeah, he has. He seems to be handling it pretty well, though. For the most part." "I think my last night alone with him helped," Harry mused. "Really?" "I think giving him control helped, yeah." Giving Orli... Dave mentally gulped, bit his bottom lip. Harry giving Orli... Suddenly, he remembered his conversation with Karl that same night, remembered Karl talking about fucking Harry over and over. Remembered that Harry had given himself completely to Karl on more than one occasion. Jesus... He stared at Harry through wide eyes, glass forgotten under his hand. "You, ah...subbed for Orli? Surprised he kept that to himself." "He didn't tell you about it?" Dave shook his head, unable to speak. Harry hadn't denied it. Oh God...oh fuck... The images running through Dave's mind had him shifting restlessly in his chair. He ran a hand -- was amazed that it didn't shake -- through his hair, and took a deep breath. "Not a single word." Harry shrugged, the motion shifting the shirt across a broad chest. It was all Dave could do to keep from whimpering. "I think he was a bit embarrassed." What? Dave wondered if he was gaping, because it certainly felt like it. "Embarrassed? By what?" "It was only his second time topping." Dave blinked. "Are you serious?" "Yeah." Harry sipped his drink slowly, stared at Dave through curious eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?" "You subbed for a completely inexperienced..." Dave couldn't even finish the thought. All he could do was sit and stare. "He's Orli." Harry stated the matter simply. "Anything for any of you. That's what the bond is about." Anything? For any of them? "So you'd...for me?" "Of course." Of course. That simple. Dave stared at Harry in amazement. "Of course?" he repeated, the words a bit choked. Harry set his glass on the table, slid to his knees, moved to Dave's chair. "You want to?" Harry asked, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. Dave nodded, the movement a bit jerky. "Yeah," he breathed. Harry knelt between Dave's legs, placed his hands on Dave's thighs, leaning up until their lips were almost, but not quite, touching. "Then come get me." Dave's hands shot out to tangle in Harry's open shirt and yank him forward. "I've already got you," he murmured as his lips covered Harry's, tongue sliding into Harry's mouth. Harry returned the kiss full-throttle...and Dave reacted the same way he did every time Harry kissed him. His brain shut down, and his body reacted in pure instinct. He was sliding off the chair before he even registered the motion, tongue pumping and twisting against Harry's, so hot he knew his clothes and skin were melting off his body. Dave lifted his head, breathing ragged, face flushed. His hands gripped Harry's shoulders, and he looked down to discover himself in Harry's lap. When the hell had that happened? He lifted his gaze again to find amused eyes watching him. "What?" "Nothing." Dave arched an eyebrow. Nothing, his ass. "What?" "You're just..." Harry leaned in, nipped Dave's soft lower lip... "like Orli sometimes." He tilted his head, rubbed calloused fingers down Dave's back. "That's all." "What..." Dave arched his back into the touch, eyes starting to drift closed. Harry knew exactly the right places to touch to turn him into a puddle. Wait. Focus. "...the hell are you talking about?" "Pliant." Another slow sweep of lips across his jaw. "Needy." Strong hands reducing his body to ash. "Yielding." "Am not," Dave groaned, fought the urge to just give in, fought his body's almost instinctive urge to submit. His hands tangled in hair, lifted Harry's head. And then Dave was claiming Harry's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues dueling, as their hips rocked against each other. //Then prove it. I won't break.// Then Harry was kissing him back just as fiercely, fought him for control and dominance. Prove it. Dave thought his mind was going to implode from the very idea. With a muffled growl, Dave coaxed Harry's tongue into his mouth. His hands dropped, shoved Harry's shirt down his arms, raced over bare skin. Harry arched into his touch, demanding and challenging. //Harder.// So Dave did. Sucked harder on the tongue twisting in his mouth, raked his nails harder across naked flesh, ground his hips harder against Harry's. He wanted the surrender, wanted what had been given to Karl, to Orlando. Wanted it right the fuck now. One hand came up to tangle in Harry's hair, pulling his head back. Then Dave lifted his head, looked into Harry's eyes. "You want harder?" Dave asked, voice soft, low. Then his lips were on Harry's throat, sucking hard enough to leave a dark purple mark as his hands ripped at Harry's trousers before sliding inside to stroke him roughly. "I want you to lose control," Harry groaned, twisting under Dave's hand, skin slippery and fluid. "You first," Dave murmured against the underside of Harry's jaw. His hand moved steadily, roughly, stroking, squeezing, did a sort of twist thing that he'd picked up from Karl. His thumb slid over the tip, gathered the liquid there, slicked it along the length as his mouth moved back down Harry's throat, fangs grazing over a collarbone. Harry pumped into his hand, arms still trapped in the shirt. Dave leaned back for just a moment, admired the gleaming, muscled chest in front of him, the strong line of Harry's jaw, the way dark hair fell back in waves as Harry tilted his head, invited Dave's lips to roam and take at will. "Yes..." "Yes, what?" Dave asked, hand speeding up a fraction. "More of..." Harry growled low in his throat when Dave hit a particular rhythm, "that..." Dave licked his lips, leaned in so his mouth was close to Harry's ear, his hand continuing to move in a way that had Harry growling and gasping. "Know what I'm going to do?" His tongue traced the whorls of Harry's ear, his teeth nibbled at the lobe. And all the while his hand continued to move. "I'm going to make you come, and then I'm going to fuck you." Sharp fangs teased Harry's neck just below his ear, pressed just hard enough to break the skin. Harry bucked and groaned against him, cock smooth and heavy under Dave's relentless hand. Dave sank his fangs in just a bit deeper, tasted blood, just as Harry came with a shuddering, wordless moan on his fingers. //Fuck...// //Not quite yet.// Dave wanted more, wanted that same mindless want Karl had talked about. //Come for me again.// His sped his hand back up over Harry's cock, stroked it into full hardness, hand slick with come and sweat. Dave lifted his head, watched Harry's face with heavy-lidded eyes. He altered his rhythm a bit, grinned when Harry groaned. "One more time," he whispered, leaned in to lick at Harry's bottom lip. He wanted this right here, wanted Harry's surrender, wanted to hear Harry beg. "Again," he ordered in a soft voice, teeth closing on Harry's lower lip hard enough to draw blood that was lapped up by a greedy tongue. Harry twisted up under Dave's hand, hands clenching helplessly at Dave's arm, attacked him with a spearing tongue as Harry's second orgasm rocked through them both, had Dave on the brink himself. "Goddamn..." Harry gasped, chest heaving with exertion. Dave smirked, let his lips feather across Harry's jaw. "Ready for round three?" he murmured, moving to strip Harry's clothes off. Handjobs were all well and good, but he wanted Harry naked. Now. Sooner if possible. "Absolutely." Harry tugged on Dave's shirt with impatient fingers, ripping the cloth as they both fumbled and tugged, getting each other naked in between harsh, deep kisses. "Good," Dave growled, kicking his jeans across the floor. He fumbled at the side table, managed to rip the drawer open, pulled out the bottle of lube that was kept there. Bottle in hand, he turned back to Harry, pulling him up to his knees and turning him so that he faced the chair, away from Dave. Harry glanced back at him, arched his hip in invitation. "Need me to engrave something for you?" he asked with a slow smile. "No, just admiring the view." Dave grinned and flattened his palm against one cheek in a loud smack. His grin widened at Harry's growl. File that away for future reference. Things to do to Harry to make him make that noise. "Problems?" Before he could reply, Dave lifted the bottle and watched in avid fascination as the clear liquid ran out, slid down the base of Harry's spine and between his cheeks. "Only that you're taking too long," Harry growled. "Is that so?" Dave leaned forward, chest pressing against Harry's back as his hand slid between Harry's legs, fingers probing. He slid one inside, added a second when Harry growled again and pushed back against his hand. Fuck it. He couldn't wait another second. Didn't want to wait another second. He pulled his hand back, replaced them with his cock, and started to push. Fuck.... Harry immediately thrust against him, and Dave sank in a bit deeper, hissing between his teeth at the incomparable sensation. Tight beyond all measure, so hot Dave thought he was in a flash-fire. Heat prickled his skin, clawed into his nerves. This was...oh God... "I won't break," Harry repeated, rocking back into him, voice a throaty purr. No, he wouldn't. Dave knew that. Instead of speaking, he bent forward, fastened his mouth over the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder, and sucked hard as he slammed the rest of the way in. And had to pause, fingers clenching Harry's waist in a bruising grip, as he fought for control. Jesus. Nothing -- not Karl, not Orlando, not the other lovers Dave had had through the years -- had prepared him for this. Blinding heat tore through him as he started to move, every nerve focused on his cock sliding in and out of Harry with uncontrolled movements. Breathing was forgotten, thought was forgotten, everything was stripped to the bone. There was only Harry, bucking into him, thrusting back at him, shredding him from the inside out. Dave dragged Harry's head back, fastened his lips to Harry's neck, sucking and licking before sinking sharp fangs into soft flesh. Jesus...fuck... Dave groaned deep in his throat when Harry's blood hit his tongue, flooded his mouth, burned into his very cells. One hand slid over Harry's hip, around, reaching, and...yes...there...heavy heat filling his hand as his hips pistoned against Harry. Harry shoved back against him, thrust forward into his fist, and Dave could feel everything he was feeling. All of it. And he wondered if it was possible for him to die from sheer sensual overload. Over and over he moved, rocked, slammed forward, changing angle and speed, felt Harry under him, in him, around him...drowning in Harry's rich, earthy taste, drowning in Harry's skin. //Jesus, fuck...// //Harder.// Dave was helpless to disobey the groaning command, moved in a blinding rush, hand on Harry's cock a blur. A hairsbreadth away from coming, he felt Harry's orgasm build, wanted to push, wanted...that right there. Harry's hoarse shout filled the room, his mind, felt Harry's orgasm like it was his own, triggering up his synapses in firecracker snaps. Holy...oh fuckyesthere...Dave's hips slammed against Harry, his orgasm tearing through him, shredding his mind, incinerating his body in a blazing heat that burned everything away and remade him all at the same time. It was Heaven and Hell and everything in between, and Dave cried out, chanting Harry's voice in his mind as his body shook. //Fuck...// Dave was surprised he was able to manage that one word as he slumped against Harry's back, still buried deep inside him, tongue licking the small wounds on Harry's neck closed. //'Bout sums it up, yeah.// Even Harry's mental voice was breathless, short. Dave would've laughed if he'd had the energy to do anything more than just lay there, covering Harry's body with his own. //Can you move?// Dave was hoping Harry would say yes. Because he didn't think he could move if both their lives depended on it. Besides, it felt too damn good to just lay there, sprawled against Harry's back. //I could if I were forced to.// "God..." Dave had to laugh at that, the sound faint and tired. "So, are we sleeping like this tonight?" Harry snorted. "Not quite. We're just resting here for the moment." Harry shifted, turned, wrapped his arms around Dave's hips. "We'll move in a bit." "Sounds good to me." Dave wasn't going to attempt to figure how long 'a bit' was. He was content to just lounge there against Harry, eyes closed. "Feel better?" Hands roamed up his back, soft lips pressed into his hair. Bliss...total and completely bliss. Dave decided he wanted to live here, on the floor. Just as long as Harry was under him. "Mmm...much." Dave tipped his head back, offering his lips, smiling when Harry claimed them in a lazy kiss. "How about you?" "I didn't feel bad to begin with," Harry teased, cresting his fangs over Dave's chin. "But I feel much better now." "Oh, you're saying I felt bad to begin with?" Dave's voice was light, but he shivered at the feel of those fangs across his skin. One hand curled around Harry's forearm, slid up to stroke his tricep and shoulder, fingers tracing scars and easing over smooth skin. Harry moved from Dave's chin to his shoulders, sucking on his collarbone. "I didn't say that." "Good," Dave murmured, head falling back, fingers tightening around Harry's arm. He absolutely loved the feel of Harry's mouth on his body. "I have to admit, I thought you felt pretty good." "Only pretty good?" Harry asked, grinning against Dave's chest, closing his mouth over a hardened nipple. Dave gasped, spine arching, fingers coming up to tangle in Harry's hair. "Uhh...and, um..." He tried to focus, to remember the question as Harry's fangs grazed the sensitive nub. Oh...yes. Right. "If I...say yes?" //Guess I'll have to prove myself to you.// Strong arms lifted Dave's body as Harry's lips roamed, teeth scraped over every inch of Dave's chest. //Yeah...// Dave let out a soft moan, body curving against Harry. Fuck...yeah, he definitely loved the feel of Harry's mouth on his body. //Why don't you do that...?// In a movement too fast to be real, Dave found himself flat on his back, staring with a stunned expression at Harry's grin. "Because I'm a perverse bastard," Harry stated, winking, then got up. "Want a drink?" "Fucker," Dave muttered under his breath as he sat up. He shot Harry a dirty look. "Get me something strong." "Demanding brat, aren't you?" Dave said nothing, just fumed as Harry walked nonchalantly to the bar, pouring two glasses of scotch. Dave continued to fume as Harry strolled back and pressed a glass into his hand. Fucker. He downed half of it, glared up at the other vampire. "You've got me confused with Orli. He's the demanding brat, remember?" "Well, according to the wise and great Karl, you are the same soul." Harry saluted Dave with his glass, settling in his favorite chair. Whatever. Dave downed the rest of his drink, muttered something rather rude, leaned over to set the glass on the side table. Then he stretched, arms over his head, back arched just so...and smiled at Harry. "You plan on finishing what you just started?" Tawny eyes narrowed, burned a hole right through Dave's blood. Challenging Harry probably wasn't the wisest idea in the world...but Dave had been told often enough that he was rarely wise. "Possibly," Harry replied, voice mild as he sipped his drink. Fair enough. Still smiling, Dave rolled to his knees and crawled across the floor, stopping between Harry's legs. "And if I said," he murmured, braced his hands on the arms of the chair and slid his body up over Harry's groin, "that you're going to finish it?" Harry set his drink down on the table with a soft thump. "Then I'd say you needed to make me." "Make you?" Dave let out a soft laugh, leaning in to lick Harry's jaw. One hand left the chair and began to trace scarred ribs. "And what if I fucking want you to finish it?" "Well, then..." A low growl as Dave found a sensitive spot. "I'd say you had to beg for it." "Beg?" Harry was joking. He had to be. Dave pulled back far enough to look at him. Hmm...okay, so maybe he wasn't joking. "You want me to beg?" Harry leaned in, fingers dancing along the curve of Dave's hip, breath hot on his neck. "If you want me, you'll have to beg." Beg...fuck. Begging was something Orli did. Dave couldn't remember the last time he'd begged anyone for anything. "Jesus, Harry...." He trailed off, stared deep into those amazing amber eyes. And sighed. Fuck...Harry knew he had him, knew Dave would do anything for him. "I want you to fuck me." "Wanting's a good start," Harry replied, licking a path to the hollow of Dave's throat. Calloused fingers brushed through the soft hairs of Dave's groin, skimming his erection. //Try again, cariad.// "Harry, please..." Dave's eyes closed, his head fell back, his hips pushed forward in a silent plea for more. "Finish it...please...do something." //Much better.// Dave whimpered in relief when Harry closed his hand around Dave's cock, lips continuing their glorious slide along Dave's skin. "God..." Dave couldn't think, had to force himself to breathe when Harry touched him like that. His nerve endings sizzled as Harry's hand moved over, as lips moved across a collarbone and down over his chest. //Keep going.// The soft command fluttered across Dave's brain, liquefying every bone. Dave bit his lip hard when Harry moved back across his nipple, flicking the nub with his tongue. Pleasure like this couldn't be real...no one could survive, mortal or not. "Harry...." Dave gasped as Harry did something with his tongue at the exact time that his hand twisted. Every cell in Dave's body screamed in pleasure. "Please..." His fingers tangled in dark hair, threaded through it. Fuck...he was going to die. But what a way to go. "Want you...please...more..." In answer, Harry flicked his wrist, started a dizzying rhythm. Jesus...fuck...Dave dropped his head back, flexing his hands on Harry's scalp. //More. Please.// A silent plea, ripped from his soul as the relentless assault continued on his cock and lips marked his skin. It was too much. Too much and not enough. Dave could hear himself whimpering, didn't care, not as long as Harry didn't stop what he was doing. God...Dave felt like he was drowning in sensations, felt like his body was no longer his to control as it moved, arching against Harry, thrusting against Harry's hand. "Please..." Dave managed to choke out, eyes closed tight as his orgasm neared. Bruising lips claimed his in a soul-shattering, deep kiss, and Dave simply fragmented, each tiny shard slinging back into him as he came. Entire universes of color exploded behind his brain as he slumped forward into Harry's solid chest. Couldn't move when Harry picked him up and settled him across Harry's lap. Didn't think he'd ever move again. Moving was irrelevant, since Dave was dead. Had to be. //Knew it.// Dave couldn't be bothered to talk. He was too busy trying to remember how to breathe. He'd tackle the other things after he remembered how to do that. Harry's lips touched his forehead, and Dave smiled. "Knew what?" Harry asked, running soothing hands down Dave's back. "That you'd do your best to kill me sooner or later," Dave mumbled, trailing off into a yawn as he turned into Harry's warmth. Fuck it. He wasn't moving. If Harry wanted him to move, then Harry would just have to pick him up and move him. Harry's soft chuckle wrapped around Dave's brain. "I can think of worse things," Harry replied, settling back in the chair, bringing Dave with him. "Mmm...me, too." Dave closed his eyes and relaxed against Harry, turning his head to nuzzle Harry's neck. Wonderful. "I'll have to remember to thank Orli." "For what?" "If he hadn't been so upset and needing to spend some time with Karl, we wouldn't be here." Dave sighed, let the hand stroking his spine lull him. "We'll both thank him later," Harry said, voice soothing. "I love you." "Love you, too," Dave whispered, sliding down just enough to rest his head on Harry's chest. Yes. Later sounded like a grand idea. And once he had a little nap, he'd see about making Harry be the one to do the begging.
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