| Title: Fractured Authors: Jo & Brenda Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom Rating: NC17 Summary: Need finally outweighs consequence Disclaimer: Um...no. And, um...no. Never happened. Author's Notes: Yes, Brenda is evil. Jo loves her anyway. Inspired in part, by Cas' wonderful "Where We Are" fic series & a discussion about different OTPs with Lobelia from a long time back.
"You're quiet tonight," Harry murmured, lips brushing Karl's ear, hand rubbing down a denim-covered thigh. Karl shivered, then shivered again when he glanced across the table and saw Orlando watching them. Dark eyes flashed for a moment, then turned back to Craig. "Hard to get a word in when those two start," Karl replied, made a small gesture towards the two men. A foot connected with his ankle, and he jumped, looking around in an effort to determine who had just kicked him. Craig smiled back beatifically. "Watch what you say, mate. We Elves have exceptional hearing." Orlando nodded, teeth gleaming whiter than usual. "Especially Mirkwood Elves." "Well, I donnae about all that," Billy replied. "Are you saying I am not possessed of keen hearing?" "No, but I am," Viggo stated, as he sat down beside Orlando. Karl had to grin at the way Orlando jumped. "Humans one, Elves zero." "Oh, sod off," Orlando grumbled good-naturedly, bumping his head against Viggo's shoulder. "Where the hell've you been?" "I told you I'd be a bit late." Viggo's voice soothed, wrapped himself and Orlando in a tight cocoon that was painful to watch. Karl closed his eyes, rested against the comforting weight of Harry's arm. "Your boy's been fretting," Craig said, laughing. "I have not." Karl could hear the pout in Orlando's voice. He opened his eyes and noticed that Craig had hooked his feet around the legs of his chair. Just in time, too, as Orlando's foot swung out and missed. "You were," Karl said, and grinned at the look Orlando gave him. He moved his own feet back, still grinning. Harry's arm squeezed his shoulders just a bit, and Karl wondered if his grin was frozen on his face. Because Orlando's grin certainly looked like it was frozen. Or maybe it wasn't. Karl wasn't quite sure. "The lot of you can suck me." Orlando stood, gave Viggo a slight kiss. "Need anything from the bar, love?" "A beer would be great." Viggo pulled Orlando closer, deepened the kiss. Karl forced himself to watch the way they moved together, flowed into each other. They made a striking couple. Fuck, the thought was depressing. "Could you see your way clear to another one for me?" Billy asked, when Orlando finally lifted his head. "I'll get another round for everyone," Orlando promised, licking his lips a bit as he smiled. It didn't quite reach his eyes. "None for me," Harry said, waving the hand that wasn't busy rubbing Karl's shoulder and tricep. "Have to drive home." "I'll take his," Craig offered with a broad smirk. Orlando just rolled his eyes and headed towards the bar. Karl kept his eyes on the table by sheer force of will. He wasn't going to watch Orlando, wasn't going to watch the way that slender body moved so elegantly, so gracefully, as he walked. When he judged a safe time had passed, he lifted his eyes to look at Viggo. "So what kept you?" "Henry called on my way out the door." "How's he doing?" Karl concentrated on the warmth of Harry's body, the deep reverberations of his voice as he spoke, the hand slowing stroking his arm. Didn't look out in the crowd, didn't search for a glimpse of a haphazard mohawk or loose jeans and a tight white t-shirt. "Good. Thinking about flying out during his next break." Viggo's face softened with love as he traced patterns on the scarred surface of the table. "It'll be nice to see him again," Billy commented, putting his feet on the edge of Craig's chair. "Does this mean more pranks on the resident pretty elf?" Craig didn't even bother to look as he dropped his hand on top of Billy's ankles. "Pranks? I have no idea what you're talking about." Viggo's attempt at an innocent smile had them all laughing loudly. Karl shifted a bit, smiled when Harry's arm tightened around his shoulders again. He wasn't looking for Orlando. He wasn't. He was simply scanning the crowd to see if any of the other actors were there. The fact that his eyes jerked to a halt every time they encountered a white t-shirt meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. "You alright?" Harry whispered, breath warm against Karl's ear. "Yeah. Think I need to take a piss, though." Karl turned his lips into Harry's for a soft kiss, then stood. "Be right back." He weaved his way through the crowded pub with ease, pushed the door open to the men's room. And collided with a solid body. "Sor..." The rest of the apology died in Karl's throat as he looked into Orlando's deep brown eyes. "Hey." The one word was strained as Orlando held onto Karl's arm to keep from stumbling, sending sparks of heat shooting through Karl's body. "Hey." Karl's hand automatically came up to steady Orlando, landing on his waist. He felt Orlando's heat seep through the thin shirt, seep into his palm, his fingers, crawl up his arm. The door swung shut behind him, blocking out the noise, but Karl didn't notice. Every sense, every cell in his body was focused on Orlando. "I was just about to..." Orlando's voice faltered, breath quickened. Karl watched in fascination as the tip of Orlando's tongue darted out to lick dry lips. He wondered if it was possible to be jealous of a body part. "Just about to?" Karl took a step forward, bringing his chest not quite into contact with Orlando's. Now he could feel Orlando's heat seeping into his entire body, creeping through, making his blood throb in his veins. Jesus. Shouldn't be doing this. Just walk past Orlando, do what needs to be done, then go back to the booth. Back to Harry. But Karl just stood there and watched Orlando's tongue move over his lips. "Go back to the bar," Orlando finished, voice faint. Or maybe it was the rushing in Karl's ears. Orlando made a slight move to scoot past him, and their chests brushed together in a soft slide of cloth. Orlando bit his lip, groaned as he pressed forward again into the heat. "Oh God..." "Don't think he has anything to do with this," Karl murmured, and then his lips were on Orlando's, his tongue sliding out to soothe where white teeth had bitten just seconds before. And there it was...sweet heat exploding through his body, just like the other times, just like in his dreams of late, dreams that left him awake, shaking, covered in sweat and reaching for Harry. Slender fingers grabbed his arms, pulled him, tugged until Karl was against the stall door. Orlando's lips never left his, continued to weave their insidious dark magic on him, his tongue slipping, sliding, tempting him deeper into sin. Karl barely registered his low growl, was only aware of the firm flesh under his fingers as he delved under the waistband of Orlando's jeans, ran his hand over the jutting curve of Orlando's hip. This was what he'd dreamed of, what he'd wanted, what he'd been unable to forget. Warm skin and sleek muscles under his hands, against his body, twisting and straining against him. His fingers delved deeper, stroking smooth skin, as Orlando's tongue teased his, coaxed it out of his mouth and into Orlando's. And then Orlando was sucking on his tongue, and the sensations shot straight to Karl's crotch, raced across his nerve endings. Both parted, gasping, the sound unusually loud in the small space. "Jesus, but I can't get you out of my mind," Orlando whispered, scraping his nails down Karl's back, pressing into his hand. "Haven't been able to stop thinking about you," Karl murmured, bending his head to trail his lips over Orlando's throat, back arching under Orlando's hands. "Not since," he continued, tongue tracing the whorls of Orlando's ear, "that first night..." "...I dream about you..." Orlando groaned, parted his lips for Karl's tongue. What was it about this taste that haunted Karl's brain, his body? How was it possible to crave another person's taste while with someone who still had the power to make you burn? Karl's tongue slid over Orlando's, explored his mouth with a languid thoroughness that had them both shaking when they parted. "You're all I dream about lately," Karl said, voice ragged. He took one look at Orlando and had to fight to keep from slamming him against the wall and ripping his clothes off. Face flushed, lips wet from Karl's mouth, eyes heavy lidded...the raw lust in those dark eyes had Karl aching in his jeans. "God, don't...don't tell me that." "It's true..." Karl's fingers stroked over a cheekbone, fingertips memorizing the feel of Orlando's skin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd dreamed of someone other than Orlando, couldn't remember the last time he'd woken in the middle of the night and reached for Harry because of Harry and not because of a dream that he couldn't control. Orlando sighed into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. "We can't do this, Karl. I can't..." Another soft sigh, and Orlando's hands drifted from his back to his hips, pulled Karl in closer. "Want you so much..." "I know," Karl breathed against Orlando's lips, splayed his hand against Orlando's cheek before sliding it down, around the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. And this kiss was different. Somehow, it was. Karl couldn't put his finger on it, couldn't figure it out, as Orlando's lips parted beneath his again. Liquid heat pooled in his groin as they sampled and savored, rubbed against each other in tiny movements. Wanted to make time slow, stop, wanted to sink to his knees and worship Orlando until they were both begging for sanity, wanted Orlando fracturing around him, wanted... "Karl? You in here, mate?" Before Karl could so much as blink, Orlando was out of his arms and halfway across the floor. Karl's body ached, craved the lost contact, and it was a struggle to look calm as Billy's head poked around the door. "Ah, there you are." "Harry send out the search party or something?" Karl forced a teasing note into his voice, watching from the corner of his eye as Orlando flinched just the tiniest bit. He wanted to go to Orlando, pull him close again, explore every inch of the rest of him like he'd explored his mouth. But Karl saw the curiousity in green eyes and just stood there, smiling, hands deep in his pockets. "Not quite." Billy's gaze darted back and forth between him and Orlando, head cocked slightly. "Did the party move in here while I wasn't looking?" "I'm taking Vig to Auckland for a surprise weekend," Orlando said smoothly, rubbing the top of Billy's head. "Needed tourism notes. Why? You wanna join us?" Billy snorted, wiggled out of Orlando's grasp. "No offense but the only Elf I want or need is out at the booth, not in here." Karl had to give Orlando credit. He was a superb actor. If Karl hadn't known better, he'd have believed Orlando's story. But he knew what had caused the sparkle in those eyes, the faint flush that still lingered across sculpted cheekbones. And that knowledge was thrilling, seductive...and dangerous. Orlando was dangerous. "Right," Karl murmured as he started towards the door. "We better get back before they really do send a search party." He glanced at Orlando, feigning a calm that he was nowhere close to feeling. "Anything else you need to know?" "Not right now, no." And Orlando's smile was fleeting as he followed Billy out the door, back into the crowd. Back to Viggo. |