| Title: Simplicity Series: Changes Author: Jo & Brenda Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban Rating: NC17 Summary: Harry and Karl talk – somewhat – about the new changes in their lives. Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt Harry & Karl are a couple, let alone have their hooks in Orlando and Dave. Notes: For everyone who asked.
"Mmmm," Karl agreed, sinking his hands into Harry's thick hair. A post-orgasmic glow surrounded the both of them as they traded kiss after lazy kiss, reveled in the familiar taste and feel of each other. Hands roamed lazily on firm muscle, trailed over sweat-dampened skin. The sheets of the bed had been kicked into a tangled heap on the floor, lost early on in the evening. Harry finally collapsed back on the mattress, took a deep breath. He looked at Karl, a sated smile flitting across his face. "Feels like forever since I've seen you." Karl sprawled against Harry, laughing softly, placing random kisses along Harry's neck and shoulder. "Hasn't been that long. You see me all the time," he pointed out as he slid down to curl his body around Harry's. He paused, brow furrowing. "Alright, so maybe it hasn't exactly been quality time, but you've still seen me." "When's the last time I saw just you?" Harry asked, tickling the soft hairs on the back of Karl's neck. "That would be...." Karl trailed off, eyes narrowing. "Or maybe it was..." Another pause, then he laughed. "Fine, you have a point. It has been a while since the children weren't involved." Harry smiled, dropped a quick kiss on Karl's lips. "It's been almost two months. I know." Not that he'd been keeping track or anything. "And, sad as it is to say, I think I feel a little guilty about us being like this. I think Orlando's insecurities are starting to rub off on me." "God, don't even joke about that," Karl stated with a grimace. "One twitchy vampire around the house is quite enough, thank you." "Twitchy's a good word for him." Harry rolled out of the bed, strolled to the mini-fridge. His throat was drier than the Sahara at noon. "You want anything?" Karl propped himself up on his elbows, and Harry just caught him eyeing Harry's ass from the edge of his vision. "Yeah, I can think of a few things," Karl drawled, and Harry had to smile at the blatant innuendo. "But I'll just take a bottle of water for now." Karl grinned at the look Harry flashed him, then rolled to his back, sliding his hands behind his head. "So why the guilt, puppy?" Harry tossed Karl a bottle, walked back to the bed, and propped his back and shoulders against the headboard. "Because we have them to think about now and I know the little one's already having enough anxiety about the two of us." He guzzled his water in one long pull, set the empty bottle on the nightstand. "I'd rather not add to it." "Actually, I think most of his anxiety is more caused by me than you." Karl sat up, took several long swallows from his bottle. "The child has a serious case of hero worship going on with you. But he's fine with us for the most part." "It's the for the 'most' part that bothers me," Harry replied, gazing down. His own sense of responsibility had him continuing. "I keep thinking we really screwed up with him from the start and we're never going to make this completely right." Karl reached out, caught Harry's chin in his hand, lifted his head. "How did we screw up? Orli's happy, he loves being here, loves exploring the castle and being with you and Dave. How do you think we can make it more right?" "I don't know. I just sense a lot of melancholy in him." Harry let out a short sigh. "And I don't get that from Dave. Orlando still reminds me of me when you and I were first together." "Dave's had time to grow into who he is," Karl pointed out, leaning forward to capture Harry's lips in a slow kiss. They both sighed into the caress. When Karl pulled back, his thumb rubbed along Harry's jaw. "Orli's still discovering himself, figuring out who and what he is. He's an infant. But yes...he does remind me of a very young you." "And you remember how uncertain I was about everything in the beginning." Karl sighed and pulled his knees up, resting his forearms on them, eyes on Harry's face. "I remember. And, like with you, the only thing I can think to do is to give him time. Unless you have another suggestion?" Harry shook his head. In truth, he wasn't quite sure why he was bringing it up. It had just been preying on his mind lately. "I'm sorry," he finally said, his head falling back against the headboard. "I don't know what's wrong with me." "Now you sound like him," Karl said as he cocked his head and grinned. "Except he usually says 'sorry, I'm just being stupid'." Harry snorted, rolled his eyes. "I have never doubted my intelligence. My sanity, yes. My soul, yes. But never my brain." Karl just chuckled and leaned across Harry to set his empty bottle on the table. "So what's the problem? Is it really Orli, or something else bothering you?" Harry wasn't a man to let perfect temptation go to waste. With a satisfied grin, he yanked Karl off-balance and into his arms. "Hi." Karl arranged his body on top of Harry's, sighed in contentment when Harry started massaging his back. "Hello yourself. Now tell me what's really bothering you." "For someone with a reputation for being obtuse, you're remarkably insightful at times, you know that?" "Harry..." "Fine." Harry's fingers continued to knead warm skin as he thought about the perfect way to phrase this. Words were such imprecise things, hard to choose just the right ones so there would be no misunderstandings. Harry, at his heart, was a man of actions, not words. "I'm a simple man," he finally stated. "I just miss the...simplicity...of my life sometimes." "And all this," Karl waved a hand in the air, "Orlando, Dave, the four of us bonded and living together...complicates the hell out of it." He let out a soft groan as Harry's fingers found a knotted muscle. "You're not the only one who sometimes misses how it used to be." "Do you really?" Karl seemed so in love with the way things were now. Odd that he could still surprise Harry after over 800 years. "Sometimes, yes. I love them both, but sometimes I miss having you all to myself." He lifted his head, looked at Harry, body shifting just a bit. "I think the only one who doesn't sometimes miss how things were a few months ago is Dave." Harry had no doubts about that. "That child is the most uncomplicated person I have ever met," he replied, scraping his nails up Karl's back. "He amazes me." "He amazes everyone," Karl laughed, arched into Harry's touch. "They both do, but in different ways. I keep hoping some of Dave's uncomplicatedness will rub off on Orlando." He dropped his head to rest on Harry's shoulder, his hands gliding up and down Harry's ribs. "And, regardless of how much we miss it, there's no going back." "I know that." And Harry didn't really want to. He loved Dave, loved Orli, loved them more than he ever thought possible. He never thought he'd be here with not one, but two, pets, but now that he was, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be. "I just think we all need more of this," he said, rubbing his lips over Karl's forehead, the gesture simple, filled with love. "Simplicity." "This is starting to sound an awful lot like a conversation I had with Orli a while back." Karl sounded amused, and his eyes flashed as he looked up at Harry. "He's a bright lad when he remembers to use his brain." "Yes, he is." Karl stretched, a self-satisfied grin on his face. "He wants more alone time as well." "We could all use it." Harry lifted his chin, crested his fangs against the seam of Karl's lips. //Give me your tongue.// Without hesitating, Karl opened his mouth, slid his tongue out to lick across Harry's fangs and lips. His body shifted against Harry's; his hands moved to begin a lazy exploration of Harry's torso. Harry captured Karl's tongue, sucked on it, sucked hard, drew it deep in his mouth. Caught Karl's muffled groan with his lips, sucked harder. Karl writhed under his hands, moaned again into his mouth. Harry loved Karl in all of his moods, but thought that maybe, he loved Karl most like this, when he was all responsive and open, trembling under his fingers, into his kiss. //Fuck...Harry...// Karl tilted his head, pressed closer to Harry, his fingers digging into broad shoulders, his cock pressing against Harry's hip as his body writhed. //Like this, old man, just like this// Teeth and fangs joined in the sucking, scraping and tangling along the edge of Karl's tongue. Harry was relentless, wanted surrender, control, incoherence, everything Karl would give him. He knew Karl could deny him nothing. //Jesus...fuck...// Karl's moan bordered on a whimper, his nails raked down Harry's chest. //Harry, please.// Another hard tug on Karl's tongue and Karl came, shivered and groaned, pliant and boneless in Harry's arms. Harry gentled the kiss, released Karl's tongue, sought to soothe and calm with simple touches, a tender meeting of lips. "Over eight centuries together, and you can still do that to me," Karl murmured with a weak laugh. He tucked his head under Harry's chin, relaxed into the warm, gentle hands on his back. "Thank God the children don't know about that." Harry just smiled softly to himself, placed a kiss on Karl's damp forehead. Remembered a certain conversation with Orlando. "Yeah, imagine the consequences." Karl shivered slightly, and shook his head. "Thank you, but I'd rather not. That information in Orlando's hands... The child would delight in extracting revenge for every time I've made him come just by sucking on that ring. And the back of his knee." "Found that spot, did you?" Harry asked, rolling back off the bed. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, walked back in the bedroom, began to clean himself and Karl with steady movements. "Almost as sensitive as the piercing." "Actually, he told me about it." Karl watched Harry, smiled. "He was telling me about topping you and he just let it slip out. Of course, after he said that, I had to find out for myself." "Of course." Harry threw the towel on the floor, covered Karl's body with his own. "Karl..." A soft lick on the corner of Karl's mouth. "Do me a favor..." Another slow lick between Karl's open lips. Karl's tongue licked the tip of Harry's before retreating. "What's that?" "Stop talking about Orlando's knees and make me come." Karl paused for a split second before arching his body upwards and flipping Harry over. Before Harry could move, Karl was straddling his waist, grinning down at him. "Is that an order?" he asked, leaning down to bite Harry's shoulder. And, to think Viggo claimed Karl wouldn't know a hint if you beat him with it... "Yes." Karl lifted his head to capture Harry's lips in a hard, bruising kiss. "I love it when you get all bossy," he murmured, sliding his body down Harry's, mouth moving over the muscled planes of Harry's chest. "Good." Ah yes, Harry had missed this, missed the way Karl knew every inch of him, knew what made him ache, knew what made him burn. He sank into the sheets, into Karl's clever caresses, raised his arms over his head, grabbed the headboard, offered his body. Whatever Karl wanted, Harry was willing to provide. It was like sinking into sin, and, no matter how many times they were like this, every time was different. New. Karl took his time, explored every inch of Harry's chest and stomach with warm lips and gentle fingers. His tongue dipped and swirled around Harry's navel before sweeping lower, licking down muscled thighs, gliding over velvety skin. Everywhere he touched Harry, it burned, a thousand needle-points of sensation dancing under his skin until his very bones ached with want. He was aroused, humming with barely restrained passion, growling his pleasure, when Karl finally settled between Harry's legs. Gave Harry a small smile filled with promise – a smile that never failed to send all of Harry's blood straight to his cock – and licked Harry's full length, curled his tongue around the head before drawing it into his mouth. "Tease," Harry ground out, arching his hips in supplication, thrusting into Karl's throat. His hands clenched the iron railings in tight fists as he looked down, drank in the beautiful sight of his cock disappearing between Karl's lips. Without a doubt, the most arousing sight in the world. Thankfully, Karl took the hint. Hummed softly as he began to move, sucking hard at first, then gently, altering his rhythm, using his tongue. One hand cupped Harry's balls, kneaded them in gentle fingers, the other rubbed over Harry's thigh, nails raking across supple skin, dragging through crisp hair. All-consuming and shattering, Karl worked his cock like he would be content to spend years, decades, studying every tiny bit of skin, licked and sucked with abandoned skill. Harry surged into every down stroke, fucked Karl's mouth, desperate to come. Craved the mindless oblivion only Karl could give him, wanted, needed, demanded, please... Karl pulled back, grazed the length of Harry's cock with his fangs. His hand found the discarded lube from earlier, opened the bottle, then slick fingers were pressing into Harry, searching, seeking, finding. //Now.// Harry's deep groan turned into a gasp as knowing fingers rubbed his prostate and sharp fangs grazed his cock. His hips bucked; his cock slid down Karl's throat. And through it all, he felt that beloved presence in his mind, whispering, coaxing, teasing, enticing. More rubbing, licking, sucking...and then Harry's mind exploded, his orgasm thundered through him, and he came down Karl's throat, barely aware of the hands that held him down. "God, I love that I can make you do that," Karl stated, licking his lips as he slid back up Harry's body, pausing to place a kiss here, to explore that bit of skin there. "Yeah, me too," Harry mumbled, mind and body still mostly on vacation. Karl chuckled as he curled around Harry again, fingers moving idly over Harry's chest in lazy patterns. "I'll give you a bit to recover before the next round." Harry smiled, and tightened his arms around Karl's waist, too content to rise to the obvious bait. "You do that."
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