| Title: Rush Series: Chosen Author: Brenda Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban Rating: NC17 Summary: Vampires Harry & Karl in their wild youth. *g* Pure PWP, and I mean that in the best way. Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And I doubt Harry & Karl bit on each other. But, you never know. Notes: This is what happens when I watch Harry talking about Karl. I get ideas.
"Yes, she was. Very inventive." Harry turned to the vampire lounging on the plush brocade sofa. Hazel eyes, sinful smile, white ruffled shirt half-open to reveal cream satin skin, black breeches unbuttoned, with crisp dark curls peeking out...Karl was a picture of dark temptation. And he was Harry's favorite vice. "Do you have any idea how insanely sexy you are, just sitting there with that 'come fuck me' smile on your face?" Harry stalked over to the sofa, dropped his arms on either side of Karl, trapping him between muscled biceps and shoulders. Karl lolled his head back, tongue flicking out to lick sharp teeth. "Yeah, I do. I was hoping you would, actually." "What?" Harry watched in fascination as that pink tongue darted out again. A smile as wicked as Sin itself transformed Karl's perfect features into something more than beautiful. Something all-together more interesting. "I was hoping you'd come fuck me." "Ah, you know I love it when you get all romantic on me," Harry said, tone genial. Then, with a swiftness that not even Karl saw coming, Harry dove. Mouth searing, tongue invading, lips conquering, hard, heavy body on his, pushing him into the cushions, hands pushing off his breeches, running battle-scarred fingers on his rock-hard erection. Karl was sucked into the vortex, clutched slippery fingers on Harry's linen shirt, held on as Harry plundered, took from him again and again. Mouths still fused so that they were locked as one, Harry used one large hand to rip Karl's shirt down the middle, exposing the flesh to his tactile perusal. Karl moved his fingers through silky brown hair, tugging on the strands, exposing Harry's tanned throat to his lips, his teeth. He ran his tongue up Harry's flesh, nipped, used his canines to gently scrape the skin without drawing blood. Harry shuddered into him, hard thighs grinding against him, now stroking Karl's cock in earnest. "How do you want it?" Dark eyes pierced Karl, held him in their fathomless depths. "Hard, fast, slow, you want me to draw out the pleasure until we're both sweaty and quivering, or so fast you'll think you're in a tornado, blood rushing until all you know is me inside you?" Karl arched his back, grabbed the back of Harry's head more firmly in aristocratic fingers, brought their mouths to within a whisper of a breath from each other. "Both," he said, closing the small distance. Now it was Karl's turn to feast, his turn to rape the depths of Harry's mouth, his turn to rip and tear at cumbersome clothing. He wanted that big, muscled body naked under his hands, and he wanted it now, wanted it yesterday. Harry reached out, hand flailing until his fingers found the bottle of oil left on the coffee table from the evening's earlier festivities. "Coat me," he commanded, licked Karl's neck, traced a path with his tongue on Karl's lean shoulder. Karl took the bottle, poured out a generous amount, coated Harry's cock with the scent of rosemary, used his hands to drive Harry mad with want. Slippery fingers glided over Harry's long, hot length, closed over him in a moist fist, pumped his hand up and down, brought Harry to the edge. Lips crashed back into each other, this time possessing, claiming, conquering hidden depths. Voracious, reckless, gluttonous…couldn't get enough, had to have more. "Now," Karl growled into the other vampire's collarbone, guiding Harry's cock to his opening, helped usher him into willing flesh. Both moaned, shuddering, bucking into each other at the first slow thrust. "Fuck me, you have got the world's tightest ass." Harry closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensation, the hot, snug feel of muscle clenching around him, drawing him in deeper with each breath. He moved his hips, thrusting in sure, steady movements, driving Karl into the cushions, pushing their chests together, claiming Karl's entire body for his own. "Faster...you know what...I...want." Harry could honestly drown in Karl's eyes; lose himself in knowing, hazel orbs for weeks, years. And the feral light in them now set his blood boiling, brought his every animal instinct to the surface. The other vampire simply tilted his head, exposing the rich vein there. Harry could see the pulse throb, matched his thrusts in time to it, pounding, eyes locked to the sweet sight as he moved in closer, closer, almost there... As the first delicious reverberation of orgasm hit, Harry struck, sinking pointed teeth into the throbbing vein. Both screamed in pleasure beyond anything on any mortal plane...Harry could taste himself, taste Karl, was Karl, was fucking himself, invading his own flesh, coming inside himself in thick bursts; filling his mouth, his tongue with the copper/clove taste of Karl over him, in him, on him until he was choking on it, needing more. Karl's orgasm exploded Harry's every brain cell...he lifted his head, using the point of his tongue to seal the tiny wound, watched as Karl's throat moved, watched him fall over the edge. And caught him in strong arms and a soul-shattering kiss. Both stayed still for an eternity, content to trace lazy circles on each other's sweaty flesh with slow movements, content to kiss each other back to reality with soft tongues and languid mouths. Harry finally dropped his body on top of Karl's, wrapped Karl underneath him, tucking him around his body. "I swear, old man, you are going to be the death of me," he muttered, smoothing dark strands of damp hair from Karl's forehead. Karl's laugh was wicked, if somewhat breathless. "And you call yourself a warrior. If I can best you so easily, perhaps you should have chosen a different profession, puppy." Hazel eyes locked with tawny ones as the gauntlet was thrown down, the challenge issued. And accepted.
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