| Title: Seduction Series: Changes Author: Jo Pairing: Orlando Bloom/David Wenham Rating: NC17 Summary: The pets get some time alone, but Orli wants to go out dancing Disclaimer: If you think this is real, then I'm fucking both men on a nightly basis...that's all I'm saying. Author's Notes: major thanks to Brenda for helping me create this world. *mwah* This takes place roughly one month after the end of "Consorted"
"You're not dressed." Dave looked up from his book, saw Orlando standing in the doorway with a pout on his delicately sculpted features. Then Dave glanced down at himself, noting the faded jeans, tattered t-shirt, and bare feet. "Yes, I am." "No," Orlando repeated. "You're not." He stepped into the room and stood there, arms folded over his chest. A black velvet shirt with sheer panels covered his torso and billowed loosely over black leather pants that fit him like a second skin. Quite a delicious picture, Dave admitted, taking in the black leather boots that completed the outfit. He looked at his own clothing again. "You going out?" "We are going out," Orlando replied, still pouting. "Remember? You said we'd go to the club together before Harry and Karl got back." Shit. Dave had forgotten about that, forgotten that he'd promised to take Orlando out tonight. And Harry and Karl would be home tomorrow from Beijing and Brussels, respectively. Fuck. "I'm sorry, Orli. I completely forgot." Dave swung his feet off the sofa, sat up. "Obviously." Orlando sighed, walked to stand in front of Dave. "You don't want to go." "Well...." Dave hesitated at the sad look in Orlando's beautiful eyes. Then he shook his head. "No, not really." Another soft sigh. "I wanted to dance." Dave grinned at the petulant note in Orlando's voice. Delightful imp. Good thing he never did that sort of thing on purpose. Then Dave grew serious, reached out to hook his fingers in the belt loops of Orlando's pants. He pulled Orlando close, looked up at him. "You can dance here." "It's not the same." "Maybe not, but...." Dave smiled as his fingers caressed smooth leather and slim hips. "You've never danced for me, love." Orlando froze, fingers growing still where they toyed with the gold stud piercing Dave's left ear. Then he smiled, and Dave's breath caught in his throat at the predatory light in those dark eyes. This was the Orlando he'd wondered about, the Orlando he'd caught glimpses of with Harry and Karl. This was the seducer, the tempter, the fearless creature that had captivated Karl at first sight. "No, I haven't," Orlando murmured, voice soft and husky. "Shall I correct that tonight?" "Please." Dave settled back against the cushions; his eyes followed Orlando as he moved to the sound system. Slender fingers pushed a few buttons, and then Orlando was walking towards Dave again, his hand lifting something from a side table as he passed. Without speaking, he dropped the item beside Dave and stepped back. "You're gonna need that when I'm done." Need.... What? Dave looked down at the bottle by his thigh. Wet. Oh. He'd need that, would he? Good to know that Orlando's cockiness had been unaffected by his change the previous month. Dave lifted the bottle, started to speak...then forgot everything except Orlando as the music started. Orlando's body undulated, twisted, each move synchronized with the notes pouring from the speakers. Hips rolled and swayed, hands twisted and touched. He was an extension of the music. Or the music was an extension of him. Dave was no longer sure which was true. Jesus. Orlando dancing was a thing of exquisite beauty, something that should be shared with the world. But just then, as velvet and leather were slowly shed to reveal sweat-dampened skin, Dave was very fucking glad that this was a show for an audience of one. He was no longer in a sharing mood. //You're still dressed.// And so he was. Dave smirked at the amusement in Orlando's mental voice. Eyes still locked on Orlando, he stood, stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, settled back onto the sofa. //Now I'm not.// //So I see.// Orlando's smile was sultry, carnal and seductive, and he continued to move. His eyes gleamed hotly, sent a surge of blood straight to Dave's crotch. Fuck all, but Dave thought that he just might be witnessing one of the most intensely erotic sights in the history of creation as Orlando peeled black leather down long legs. Light glimmered off the gold navel ring and sun tattoo as Orlando straightened. "Christ, but you're beautiful," Dave breathed, beckoned with one hand. "Come here." "You're not so bad yourself." Still smiling, Orlando strolled to Dave, every move deliberate and designed to entice, to invite. He allowed his wrist to be caught in a loose grasp, allowed Dave to pull him onto his lap. He took his time getting settled, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, brushing his erection against Dave's. "You liked?" "Oh yeah." Dave whispered the words against Orlando's lips before crushing their mouths together. And once again he was struck by the similarities - and differences - of Orlando's kiss as compared to Harry and Karl's. Kissing Harry was like kissing a raging lightning storm, all raw untamed power and blazing fire and a million volts of electricity straight to your cock. Kissing Karl was only slightly less intense, more like kissing a live wire, all heat and sparks. But kissing Orlando...that was tamer, more controlled, more like the all over tingle you get when lightning strikes just a few feet away and charges the air around you. Tongues tangled and slid over each other, teeth nipped at lips, hands raced over bare, damp skin. Both vampires were gasping for air when they parted. Orlando leaned in, stole another bruising kiss before lifting the bottle and squeezing some out onto Dave's hand. "Need you now," Orlando murmured, teeth finding Dave's throat and nibbling as his own slick hand closed around Dave's cock. Dave sure as hell wasn't going to argue. Slick fingers pushed into Orlando, corkscrewing and rubbing, stretching tight muscles. And through it all, Orlando's hand moved along Dave's rigid length, stroking and coating it thoroughly. The bond they shared--Dave as creator, Orlando as created--allowed the multitude of sensations to drift freely between them without thought. "Dave, now...." Now. Right. Now sounded like a great idea, sounded like the best damn idea Dave had heard in ages. They worked together, Dave's hands on Orlando's hips, to lift Orlando and then lower him. Dave's cock pierced tight flesh, sank into delicious heat, and they both groaned. Without allowing time for breathing or thinking, Orlando began to move. His leanly muscled body rose and fell gracefully, hips tilting just enough for Dave's cock to hit his prostate with each thrust. The friction, the snug heat, was beyond words, beyond description. //Come for me, love. Want to watch you come apart.// Dave leaned forward, nuzzled Orlando's neck, one hand flexing on Orlando's hip, the other tugging and twisting at the bit of gold in Orlando's navel. And, like usual, the effect was almost instantaneous. Orlando's head fell back, he cried out, and Dave struck, sinking sharp fangs into Orlando's throat. Thick liquid flooded Dave's mouth, thick liquid spilled over his fingers, and Orlando's orgasm tore through Dave's mind like a fireworks display - all brilliant explosions and bright colors. It was beautiful and painful, and it sucked Dave in even as his arms enclosed Orlando's shuddering body. //My turn....// That was all the warning Dave had before he felt the sting as Orlando's fangs pierced his throat. And just like that, Dave was himself and he was Orlando - tight heat and fullness, giving and taking, fangs in his throat, cock in his ass - he simply exploded. There was no other way to describe it. His body and mind were torn apart, shredded, sent reeling, held together by Orlando's presence in his mind. They collapsed against each other, murmuring with ragged voices, soothing with gentle hands, easing with light kisses. Orlando trembled and was immediately cradled in Dave's arms. Dave shuddered, and Orlando's hands were there to stroke and caress. "Christ," Dave mumbled, then explored Orlando's mouth with a lazy tongue. "Mmm." Orlando smiled, rested his head on Dave's shoulder as Dave stroked his back. "Now wasn't that better than going to a club?" "Mmmm." Dave chuckled and kissed Orlando's temple, sweeping his tongue over his lips afterwards to catch the salty residue. "You bit Karl yet?" "Nope." Orlando snuggled into Dave's embrace, and Dave could tell he was smiling. "Harry?" "Nope." Another chuckle. "Can't wait to see their reactions when you do." Orlando's soft snort was amused, tired. Dave squeezed him briefly, then shifted their bodies around until they were curled together on the sofa. //Sleep, love. We've got all night.//
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