Title: Catalyst: Part Thirty-Nine Authors: Brenda & Jo Disclaimer: Never happened. Dave slowed the car to a stop in the drive and spent a few minutes staring at the retreat. Odd that he would miss this house more than the castle. But this place had always been more his – he and Orlando had spent the majority of their time here when Harry and Karl were away on business. The bed at the castle had always been too empty without Harry and Karl in it. He wondered when the absence of their bond would cease to hurt. He loved Lawrence with everything in him – they were right together in a way that he knew he never was with either Harry or Karl. But, still, it was hard to accept that everything was over. That he was willingly giving up his last link to this life. After Orlando's unmaking, he would be stuck in England for God knew how long (and knowing Viggo's temperament, it could be decades), unable to come back to L.A. and reconnect. He wondered how long it would take for Harry and Karl and Orlando to completely move on. Probably not long. The seeds had been sown too well over the last five years. The front door opened, spilling a flood of light across the grass. The dark form silhouetted in the door was so familiar that Dave swallowed as a lump tried to form in his throat. Then the form shifted and Dave could see Orlando's face. Orlando was smiling. //Plan on staying in the car all night?// "Brat," Dave said, as he stepped from the car and started towards the house. He made it halfway before Orlando was in his arms, wrapped tight around him like nothing had changed. When Orlando pulled back, he was smiling. "You love me because I'm a brat, admit it." "Why would I give your ego the boost?" Dave replied, and leaned in for a hard, thorough kiss. It was easy enough to distract himself from his thoughts with Orlando rubbing against him as the kiss quickly turned heated. "Come inside," Orlando beckoned, cheeks a little flushed as he smiled at Dave. "Or we're going to give the neighbors a free show. Not that I mind, but..." Looking around, Dave allowed Orlando to take his hand and pull him towards the open door. "A show? Orli, love, the neighbors can't even see the house." "Actually, the little old lady down the road has a telescope. I saw her out with it the other night," Orlando said. "And you think..." Orlando snorted. "You've seen Harry and Karl naked. What do you think?" "I think I expect you'll be hooking me up online with what I'll be missing," Dave replied easily, even though his heart contracted at the thought. This was ridiculous. It was a done deal. Only Orlando's plea for clemency had given him any sort of reprieve. "I think that can be arranged." Orlando stopped in the middle of the foyer and turned, tugging Dave to him. "And you're not getting rid of any of us that easily. I have a feeling we'll all have a lot of business that happens to include meetings in London." "You'll always be welcome." Dave wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist. "So, what exotic place would you like to go for our last Sire/Fledgling fling?" If it killed him, he would give Orlando the best damn time of his life. He owed both of them that much. "Fiji." "Fiji?" "What? I've never been, none of us have any business investments on the island proper...well, aside from that one resort Karl owns, but it's not one of the holdings I'm responsible for, so –" Dave used the quickest way he knew to stop the flow of words coming from Orlando's mouth. He kissed him. When he lifted his head, Orlando was smiling, eyes closed. "Mmm..." Orlando's lashes fluttered in a way that had Dave's pulse throbbing. "That was nice." "So, you're kidnapping me and taking me to Fiji?" Dave teased, just to see the way Orlando's eyes lit up in mischief. "Absolutely." Orlando twined his arms around Dave's neck. "But that can wait until after," he continued, rubbing his lips across Dave's, as he backed Dave up against the nearest wall. "After?" The word was barely whispered between them. //After I've had my wicked way with you.// //I do like the way your mind works.// //I thought you might.// Nimble fingers worked at Dave's shirt buttons, slipping each one free, and Orlando broke from the kiss to press his lips against each inch of skin as it was revealed. He worked his way down, dropping to his knees as Dave caught his breath, then gasped softly as Orlando's tongue slid across his stomach. "Orli..." "Shh," Orlando said, not looking up as he went to work on Dave's belt and slacks. "I'm having my wicked way with you." Right. Of course. "Silly me," Dave replied, then groaned when sharp fangs grazed along his hipbone. He threaded his fingers through Orlando's hair, just to have an anchor, as Orlando gently eased him out of his pants, then resumed placing small kisses along his hips and thighs. Dave bit his lip to keep from begging. //Let go.// When he looked down, it was to find Orlando calmly looking up at him, lips tantalizingly close to his cock. //Just us right now.// "Just us," Dave whispered, and Orlando smiled. That smile, so beautiful that it was almost painful to look at, settled deep inside him, and then Orlando's lips closed over him. His head hit the wall with a thump and vibrations rippled up his cock as Orlando started to hum. "Fuck, Orli, please..." //Anything you want. All of it.// The slicktight slide of Orlando's lips along his length, the flutter of Orlando's tongue around the head, had Dave groaning deep in his throat, fingers fisted tight in silky curls as his hips started to move. They settled into a rhythm as if no time had passed, as if they had all the time in the world. Dave opened his mind, sensation after sensation tumbling through him, each one vivid and bright. There wasn't room for anything other than soul-deep pleasure. //Please...// He kept his gaze riveted to Orlando. To the way Orlando's cheeks hollowed as he took Dave deep down his throat. To the wet stretch of Orlando's lips around him on every slide. To the small noises of pleasure he made every time Dave moved with him. //Please...// //Anything.// Orlando tipped his head back, met Dave's gaze, and he lost himself in the dark depths of Orlando's eyes. //That's it, let go for me.// The soft whisper in his mind completely undid him. A low, hoarse groan escaped as his body stiffened and Orlando took him deep once again. He was grateful to the wall behind him when his knees buckled. His orgasm rocked through him, left him breathless. Orlando took his time getting to his feet, paused and lingered over every inch of bare skin before finally meeting Dave's lips for a soft, slow kiss. "Better?" he asked, once he lifted his head. "Always, if it's you," Dave replied, brushing tendrils of hair out of Orlando's eyes, grinning when Orlando batted his hand away. "Getting a little shaggy there." "I know, I should cut it." "Don't," he said. "It suits you. Now. What's on the agenda for the rest of the evening?" "Besides lots of athletic, marathon sex?" "Doesn't that go without saying?" Dave teased, toying with the hem of Orlando's shirt. "And you're a little overdressed for marathon sex." Smiling, Orlando stepped back, spread his arms open. "I could do something about that." Dave's breath caught in his throat as Orlando dipped his head to peer at Dave through dark lashes. "Will you dance for me?" "Is that what you want?" Orlando took another step back. Dave nodded, unable to speak. "Then why don't we get you more comfortable? So you can fully enjoy it." "I like that idea," Dave breathed, every drop of blood in his body scrambling for his crotch as Orlando took his hand and lead him towards the library. 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