"How about if I'm bored?" Harry asked, sitting back in his chair as he sipped on his glass of scotch. "Sorry," Orlando murmured, flashing a quick smile at Karl. "He always fidgets," Dave pointed out. "And if you were bored," he continued, looking at Harry, "you'd have already left." "I shudder to think what the three of you would get up to in my absence. I'm staying out of self-preservation." "You act as if Karl would actually let us get up to anything without you here." Dave blatantly avoided Karl's level stare. "Actually," Orlando said, "I think he's scared that Karl would encourage us." "Got it in one" "Fuck off, puppy, I'm not that bad," Karl grumbled, the dark red of his wine catching the low light. The discreet hum of the restaurant was muted in their private corner. Dave tried to disguise the chuckle that slipped out, turning it into a cough. "Really now, Harry, I'm sure if I were to try to throw Orli on the table and rip his clothes off, Karl would stop me." "Stop you?" Orlando blinked, eyes moving from Dave to Karl and back. "Like hell he would. He'd be cheering you on." "He'd be participating in five minutes flat," Harry smiled, moving his leg out of the way of Karl's foot. "He's not that much of an exhibitionist." "Bend me over the table and find out," Orlando said, and flashed them a dark grin when Karl choked. "That's a lovely image." Harry closed his eyes as if to savor it. "Christ, and you people call me perverted." Karl took a slower sip of his wine, his gaze faintly amused as it rested on the other three. "When did it become pick on Karl night, anyway?" "It's always pick on Karl night, love." Orlando turned his sweetest smile on Karl, drawing soft laughter from Harry and Dave. "Did you miss that memo?" "Apparently." Harry leaned over, placed a soft kiss on Karl's neck, fangs lightly grazing the skin. "We're worth it," he whispered, breath drifting across puckered skin. "Harry..." Karl's voice was a low growl as he shifted, eyes slowly closing, head tilted in invitation. Orlando and Dave watched in fascination, once again struck by the sheer beauty that was Harry and Karl together. Lips traced a path along a throbbing vein, tongue skimming in a slow dance until Harry reached Karl's ear, nipped with sharp teeth, grinned when Karl growled again. One of Karl's hands fisted in Harry's hair, fingers sliding through dark hair, holding him in place as Harry teased the lobe with lips and tongue, whispered dark promises of seduction. "Do you sometimes get the feeling we're extraneous?" Dave whispered to Orlando, well aware that the other two vampires could hear him. Orlando nodded. "Do you ever feel like picking a spot and just jumping right in?" "All the time." Gradually, Harry lifted his head, a wicked smile curving full lips. "You ever get the feeling the children are far too shy sometimes?" "Hmmm...I think you may be onto something." Karl blinked, eyes still cloudy with lust as they focused on Harry. "Shy?" Orlando blinked, turned to stare at Dave. "Is he talking about us?" "I think so. Would you say we were shy?" "Fuck no," Orlando stated, half crawling across Karl to latch on to Harry's shirt, pulling him forward for a thorough kiss. Harry simply tugged him forward so he was firmly in Harry's lap, holding him in place as that clever mouth ravaged and laid waste to his senses, leaving him shaking when Harry finally lifted his head. "That was a good start," Harry stated, licking his lips. "I still think Dave needs to give you a few more lessons in arrogance, though. Not keeping up with your studies too well." Orlando frowned, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "I thought you liked me not arrogant." "I could give the child lessons in arrogance for the next thousand years, and you'd still say he needed more," Dave said. Karl leaned over, gave Dave a quick, bruising kiss. "I knew there was a reason I adored you, child." "So, orgy in the restaurant, I guess?" Harry asked, sliding his hands under Orlando's jacket. "Won't we get kicked out for that?" Orlando looked around the restaurant, body instinctively moving with Harry's hands, seeking more. He ignored the amused look on Harry's face. "We're still working on his inhibitions," Dave said with a mock sigh. "You'd think with the way he likes to dance, that he'd have no problems being naked in public." "I bet he won't care in about three seconds." Karl snagged Harry's hand before it could make its way to Orlando's navel ring. "Much as I would love to watch, I have no desire to buy yet another restaurant for you to fuck in," he said, kissing Harry's palm before lacing their fingers together. "Like I've made such a habit of it," Harry good-naturedly grumbled. "You are such a spoil-sport, Karl," Dave complained. Orlando just slapped both hands over his stomach and glared at Harry. "How many times must I tell you, not in public?!" "As many as it takes for you not to respond in that delightful way you do," Harry replied, kissing Orlando's chin before standing, sliding Orlando off his lap. "And, on that note, we really do have to leave." Karl stood as well, tossing his napkin on the table. "We should be home in a few hours." "Provided Sean really does gag Marcus like he's been threatening to do all week," Harry winked, bending to give Dave a slow kiss. //Try not to have too much fun without us.// //We'll make sure to fill you in on all the details.// //As they're happening.// Orlando grinned, tilted his head up for his own kiss from Harry, followed by one from Karl. "Cheeky brat." Dave's insult was delivered with a fond smile. "And you love me like this." "There you go," Karl said. "That's arrogance." "He's always been quick on the uptake when he wanted to be," Harry said, then, with a last smile for them, strode out of the restaurant, Karl's hand still in his. Orlando watched Dave across the table, sipping his drink. "So what's next on the agenda?" "Dessert?" Dave shrugged. "Do we have anything we need to do tonight?" Orlando motioned for the waiter. "I'm still new at this. I never know what I'm supposed to do and what I'm not supposed to do. Or when." "I thought we went over this." Dave waited until they'd both ordered -- cheesecake for Dave, the brownie sundae for Orlando -- before speaking again. "You need to speak up on anything that confuses you. I'm here to mentor you." "I do," Orlando said, then mumbled, "usually", when Dave frowned at him. "It's just that it's all a little confusing at times. So many unwritten 'rules' we have to follow. Why doesn't someone just write them down?" "Where would we keep it? And who would write it?" Dave snagged Orlando's hand, teeth nipping at his wrist. "If you suggest Vig or Craig, I'll have to hurt you." "Please. Like I'd suggest those two keep track of anything other than each other." Orlando rolled his eyes, hand relaxed in Dave's grip. "And we could keep it...I don't know. Perhaps a master copy somewhere, then Xerox it for all the newly made vampires. Someone should give us a rule book." "Ah, but that's why you've got us, love. We're supposed to be your rule book. Well, I am, anyway. I wouldn't suggest you follow anything Harry and Karl do. They wouldn't know rules if they were naked and covered in Greek honey." "So explain that." Orlando sat back as the waiter came back and dropped off their plates. He attacked the chocolate and ice cream confection in front of him, spoon waving in a wild arc. "How do those two manage to get away with murder practically, yet if you or I were to try it, Vig would have our heads on a silver platter." Dave savored the rich taste of cheesecake before answering. "You want me to explain Harry and Karl to you? Fuck me, we haven't got that much time on this planet, even if we are immortal." "No, not them." Orlando wrinkled his nose. "Why is that they don't have to follow any rules and the rest of us do?" "Good question." Dave took another bite, followed it with a slow sip of strong, black coffee. "You forget, I'm an infant myself. Best reason I can figure is because of their very unique status in the vampire world. It shouldn't have been possible for Karl to...claim, I guess, for lack of a better word...Harry like he did. From what I understand, that caused quite a stir." "But why? Did no one think it was possible?" "Alright, let's do it this way." Dave leaned forward, placed his elbows on the table, dropping his chin in his hand. "Tell me what makes you a pet." "My bond and vow to Karl and Harry," Orlando answered without hesitating. Anything else?" "Umm..." Orlando gave the question the consideration it deserved, pondering it for several minutes before answering. "My desire to be a pet?" "That plays some part in it, yes." Dave tapped his fork along the edge of his plate. "Anything else that's unique to pets?" "They're all mortal. Well, okay, all but us." Dave shook his head, smiling as he tapped his forehead. "We have the mental connection. The blood bond. The vows, the soulmate love. Now, what if I were to tell you that Harry and Karl had all of that -- the love, the mental connection, the bonds -- without one vow spoken between them, without one drop of blood tasted on either side?" Orlando frowned a little as he considered that. "But there were vows. They've both told us that. And I can't believe the first time Karl bit Harry was when he was dying." "No, that's not what I'm saying." Dave looked back at Orlando, gaze steady. "What I'm telling you is that they were already bonded before Harry lost the bet." "No way. Are you serious?" Orlando stared at Dave, resisted the urge to question Karl through their link. "How? Is that why Harry lost the bet?" "I have no idea how," Dave shrugged, leaning back in his chair, fork still dangling from his fingers. "No one does. That's what makes them so unique. From the first moment Karl saw Harry, the bond was there. Viggo once told me the zing was so palpable that he could feel the echo of it." "They keep insisting we're like them, only in reverse. Why didn't that happen with us?" "You trying to tell me you didn't feel something between us that day in my office?" "We weren't bonded, though," Orlando said, after swallowing his mouthful. "Karl would have known and said something. He knew the exact second Harry bonded himself to me." "Which is what makes us different...the zing without the bond." "Still doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense," Orlando muttered. Dave picked up his coffee cup, eyeing Orlando over the rim. "Things like this rarely do." //Do you have any idea...// Orlando swallowed the last bite of his brownie, grinned, "...how much that sounded like Viggo?" "You're begging for me to turn you over my knee, aren't you?" Orlando smirked, flipping a credit card on the table when the waiter approached again. "You think that would deter me? Try it and see." "You'd just beg for more, pervy brat." "And you'd give it to me." Orlando winked, lounging back in his chair in a perfect mimicry of one of Harry's poses. Dave laughed, the sound rich and low. "Christ, you've got him cold. I should take you to Council with me one night, have you do that for the lot of 'em. They'd love it." "Harry'd beat my ass." Orlando grinned, then buffed his nails on his shirt, faking a yawn. "He's actually pretty easy if you pay attention. Now, Karl...he's the hard one." Dave instantly fixed Orlando with an arrogant look, slouching back in his chair, fingers resting lightly on the table. "Karl's easy," he drawled, his voice the perfect mixture of elegance and sin. "Once you get to know him." Orlando blinked, then lost his composure, laughing so hard that the nearest diners turned to look. "Oh, that's brilliant! You have to do that in front of Karl sometime!" Dave waved him off, sitting back up. "I value my life, thank you very much," he said, once again sounding like himself. "Coward," Orlando retorted, leaning forward. "I'll do Harry for them if you do Karl." "Sounds tiring," Dave grinned, sounding positively gleeful. "You sure you don't want to practice doing me here before we tackle them in front of the Council?" Orlando's grin changed, eyes now challenging. "Here? We're liable to scandalize the staff." Dave simply stood, tugged Orlando out of his chair, then pushed him on the table. He shoved the few dishes aside as he climbed between Orlando's open legs. "Karl may not want to buy the place," Dave said, licking a wet path up Orlando's neck "...but that doesn't mean I won't." "We're going to get kicked out," Orlando managed to say, hands lifting to grip Dave's arms. Dave's lips traversed along Orlando's jawline. "Would you rather take this someplace else, then?" "Here, there, doesn't matter to me." Orlando turned his head to capture Dave's lips, his tongue sliding along the seam before delving inside. Dave allowed the kiss for a timeless moment of tangled tongues and sliding lips before lifting his head. "Much as I'd love to take you right here, I don't think I want the rest of the restaurant to know what you look like when you come for me. That's for my private enjoyment." "Then I suggest," Orlando murmured, shivering a little at the intensity in Dave's eyes, "that you take me home." He smiled, slid one hand behind Dave's neck, fingers lingering over that one spot that made Dave shiver himself. Dave pulled him up, captured him in another full-bodied kiss that had them both gasping. "Yeah, home sounds lovely." Dave didn't even bother to count the number of bills he left on the table for the tip. He was too intent on getting Orlando the hell out of the restaurant and home to the nearest flat surface. Orlando grinned at the scandalized looks thrown their way as Dave dragged him through the door and towards the car. "Shame we didn't bring one of the bigger cars," he said as they arrived at the Viper. Dave looked down at him. "Why's that?" "Wouldn't have to wait 'til we get home. The Viper's not big enough to do much in." "Who said we had to be in the car?" The next instant, Orlando was flat on his back on the hood, Dave covering him, hands delving under his slacks and...oh, fuck... Orlando tried to speak, couldn't. So he settled for groaning, fingers threading through Dave's hair, yanking the other vampire down for a hard kiss as his hips arched into the hands touching him. Impatient fingers tugged, pulled down on bothersome clothing, freeing Orlando's cock to the chill night air. He had a split second to shiver, then Dave's warm fist circled him, started twisting, teeth nipping on Orlando's earlobe. "Get rid of the shirt." "Good idea," Orlando breathed. He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, then, with a muttered curse, grabbed the fabric and yanked. Buttons went flying, several pinging off the hood of the car as the cool breeze kissed his now bare chest. Fuck the shirt. He had more at home. Dave's mouth slid along Orlando's collarbone, fangs cresting the skin, fist continuing its fast assault, inundating Orlando with pleasure off the scale. He'd never get used to this, not if he lived forever. But he wouldn't complain. //How do you want to come, love?// //Hard and fast.// Orlando pulled Dave up for another kiss, sucking on Dave's tongue, fangs grazing the soft flesh. His hands delved under Dave's shirt, seeking and finding warm skin. Hard to think, even after everything he'd been through, that all this was his. Dave sped up, tightened his grip, wrist flicking as his thumb grazed over the head. //So fucking beautiful.// Dave's mental voice was full of reverence as he lapped at Orlando's jaw and neck, teeth marking and claiming familiar territory. Orlando gasped, and then Dave was there, thoughts twining around Orlando's until they couldn't be separated. He was himself and Dave, feeling the hand moving over him, tasting the blood on his tongue. With a small, wordless cry, his back arched, and he came, spilling over Dave's fingers in a hot, sticky rush. Dave lifted his head, lips stained with blood, and sucked on his fingers, licking them clean. "Better than the cheesecake," he grinned. Orlando grinned in response, lifting his head to kiss Dave. The taste flooded his mouth, dark and coppery, rich, exotic. "Mmm," he murmured, pulling away, still grinning. "Definitely." Dave stood, the sides of the ruined shirt falling to his sides, outlining a sleekly muscled chest and stomach. "You ready to head home, now that you've seduced me with your masculine wiles?" Orlando snorted with laughter as he rolled off the hood of the car and got to his feet. "I seem to recall someone jumping me the second he found a suitable flat surface. " He stepped in close, slid his arms around Dave's waist, nuzzling Dave's warm neck. "Let's go home." Dave returned the embrace, cheek sliding over soft curls. "You don't need to feed or anything?" "I..." Orlando paused, felt a slight twinge. "Actually, now that you mention it..." "You need to learn to pay attention to your body, love." Dave pulled back, eyes kind as they roamed Orlando's face. "What've we been talking about the past few months?" "Listening to the signals my body gives me," Orlando replied, voice soft. He leaned back against the fender and gave Dave a sheepish smile. "I got busy and forgot." "You can't forget this," Dave replied softly. "You're like a diabetic of sorts. If you don't get enough mortal blood at regular intervals, your body will shut down." "I know. I'm sorry." "Good. Because explaining that you went into blood-induced coma to Harry and Karl would ruin my night." Dave unlocked and opened the driver's side door. "You're driving. We'll stop by a Bank on the way home. It'll be easier than hunting right now." "Can't imagine they'd be real calm about that, huh?" Orlando asked, as he eased the car out into traffic, changing lanes to turn at La Brea. "I wouldn't want to be in the same country," Dave said, lounging back in his seat. "Can't say as I'd want to be, either. Best thing would be to call Vig from somewhere like Guatemala and have him tell them if it ever happened." "Somehow I don't think even Vig would want to take the two of them on in that situation." "So it's that bad?" "The last coma I heard about a fledgling going into, she woke up over 70 years later." Dave glanced at Orlando's profile, his smile pensive. "You want to try and deal with Harry and Karl for that long by yourself?" Orlando's soft whistle was barely audible. "That is bad. Bet it plays hell on the pet bond." "Ya think?" Dave placed his hand over Orlando's on the gearshift. "Alright, what's the question for the night?" Orlando was silent for several minutes, thinking. "Well," he said finally, turning down Willoughby. "What would happen if I did screw up and go into a coma? Does anyone know since no one's ever been in this situation before?" "Good one. I know that a pet dies if the vampire dies. But the vampire doesn't if the pet dies...he's just..." Dave paused, "...subdued, I guess. I don't know what would happen to a vampire whose pet is there, but not there, if you know what I mean." "So it's not something that's ever happened -- that you know of -- but we can assume it wouldn't be a good thing?" Orlando nodded when Dave did, looking thoughtful as he maneuvered through the last remaining bit of traffic to park in the small lot. "That leads me to another question though. What would happen to us if Karl or Harry died?" "Jesus, you don't pull any punches. Well, we're pets, but we're also vampires," Dave said, climbing out of the car. "And we've got multiple bonds going on. I think we'd be fine physically...but I don't think Harry or Karl could survive without the other, to be honest. If one of them died, I think the other wouldn't be too far behind." He gave their names to the receptionist, then sat on one of the plush sofas to wait, pulling Orlando into his lap. "Why all this talk of Harry and Karl and dying tonight?" he asked, nuzzling Orlando's neck. "Sorry. We can talk about something else." Orlando made himself comfortable, head tilted to the side to give Dave better access. "You said I should ask things as I thought of them." "We can talk about whatever you want. Ask me something else." "Well...you and I are soulmates. Or halves of the same soul, whatever." Orlando waved a hand when Dave started to speak. "What happens to me if something happens to you?" "Morbid tonight, aren't you?" Dave remarked, kissing the soft spot between Orlando's neck and shoulder. "You'd diminish -- perhaps not as fast as Harry or Karl -- our bond isn't as strong, hasn't been in place as long -- but you'd feel it. More so than they would." "So it would eventually kill me?" Orlando twisted to look at Dave, fingers sliding up the open edge of Dave's shirt. Dave's reply was soft. "Eventually." Orlando sat quietly for several long minutes, digesting that. It wasn't a surprise. Not really. He'd been expecting that answer. Then he cocked his head, looked at Dave through his lashes. "Was Viggo serious when he said he could make me mortal again?" "Of course." Dave's thumb brushed against Orlando's cheek. "Why?" "Just wondering. He could do that?" "He's the head of the Council, love," Dave reminded him. "He has the power to make and unmake." "I know, I just thought...maybe he was trying to scare me or something." One shoulder lifted in a shrug as Orlando's eyes moved around the room. "Something like that would probably be pretty painful." "I've heard it is, but it's very rare. The last time a vampire was made mortal again was well before I was born. Why are you asking?" "Huh? Oh. I was just wondering." Orlando smiled and gave Dave a brief kiss. "I didn't realize that it was possible to reverse the change." Dave opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when the receptionist called them into one of the rooms. He stood, twined his fingers with Orlando's, kissing their joined hands. "To be continue." Orlando rolled his eyes. "I'm going to start calling you Harry, Jr. if you keep that up." "Keep what up?" "The whole 'to be continued' thing. He does it constantly, usually when he doesn't believe me." "He's a smart man," Dave replied, opening the door, gesturing for Orlando to walk through. "I can think of worse mentors." "I did mean it, you know. I was just curious." "Fine, you can ask Viggo about it, then." Dave's smile blossomed when Orlando groaned. "I'm not that curious," Orlando retorted, giving in to the urge to stick out his tongue. Dave tilted his head to the other side of the darkened room. "You're being rude to your guest, love." "Mmm...I suppose I am, aren't I?" Orlando turned, unerringly facing the other occupant. "And is my guest male or female, do we know?" "I requested a male. He should be waking up any second." Orlando knelt beside the lounge, one hand hovering over the chest of the young man sleeping there. Another pang of hunger flashed through him. "And pretty, too." "Of course he is," Dave replied, sounding richly amused. Orlando glanced over his shoulder, finding Dave easily in the dim light. "Are they always pretty?" "Beauty attracts beauty." Dave leaned back against the wall, gaze raking over Orlando in a lazy sweep. "Vampires are more attracted to it than mortals. Beauty enthralls us, beauty of both the flesh and the spirit. It's part of who we are." "I suppose so." Orlando looked back at the young man as he began to stir. With a smile, he bent his head, nuzzling the soft skin below the jaw. "Do you accept me?" he asked, the low tone wrapping a cocoon around him and the young mortal on the bed. "Yes," came the whispered reply, voice tinged with sleep and desire, soft blond strands of hair shifting under Orlando's hand. Permission and acceptance - two things Dave had taught him were essential to being a vampire. "May I...?" Orlando paused at the hollow of the mortal's, feeling the pulse throb against his lips. "Please," was the soft response, tilting his head back in invitation. And it was an invitation Orlando took gratefully, pain lancing through his jaw in a split-second flash as his fangs lengthened, then pierced. The sharp flavor of iron, the sweet tang of purity, tore through him seconds later. Dave had assured him he'd get used to it in time, but he failed to see how. Each time he fed, it was like the ground bottomed out, sin and darkness swallowing him whole. //Easy, love. Control it.// Right, control. Jesus, how did anyone control this? It was like trying to control a hurricane. He closed his eyes, one hand resting lightly on the young man's chest, forcing himself to feed slowly. Finally, with a great effort of will, he closed the wounds, then lifted his head. The mortal's head lolled back, and Orlando could see the soft smile playing across achingly beautiful features. His kiss was soft, brief, reverent. Something else Dave had taught him. Gratitude. "Thank you for this gift," Orlando whispered across full lips before standing, swaying as the new blood raced through his veins. "Easy, love, I've got you." Orlando leaned gratefully into Dave's embrace, clutched onto strong arms. "Now..." Orlando twisted in Dave's arms. "Now I'm ready to go home." "Alright." Dave led Orlando out of the room, asked the receptionist to put the visit on their account, and had Orlando settled in the passenger seat of the Viper seconds later. "Feeling better?" he asked, once they were on their way home. "Much," Orlando smiled, head tipped back against the seat as he watched Dave drive. "Thank you. I'd have forgotten to feed for another few days." "Don't make me schedule it into your appointment book," Dave smiled, speeding along the twists of Mulholland with practiced ease. "You know, that's not a bad idea," Orlando teased. "So what's on the agenda for the rest of the night?" "Whatever you'd like." "Well...I'm wide awake now." He shifted, watching Dave through his lashes as he pulled one leg up in the seat. "And fed...." "Which means?" "Which means...." Orlando's voice dropped to a low purr and he leaned in, one hand sliding along Dave's thigh. "I've got lots of energy now." "Does it?" Dave's gaze sidled to Orlando, small smile curving his lips. "Mmhmm...." Orlando leaned in even more, hand drifting higher, lips touching the sensitive spot just below Dave's ear, just as Dave pulled into the driveway. The second the car was in park, Dave twisted in the small seat, tongue stealing inside Orlando's open mouth. Orlando melted into the kiss with a happy sigh, one hand sliding behind Dave's neck. He growled deep in his throat when the gearshift jabbed his thigh, shifting to avoid it. Fuck, the car was too small for this. "Inside. Now," he groaned, tilting his head back when Dave's lips found a sensitive spot on his throat. "Have I mentioned how much I love it when you decide to get demanding?" Orlando was out of the car and around it before Dave got his door closed. "You do, hmm? I've been told I can be very demanding." "Haven't seen too much of it." "Guess I'll have to fix that." One hand twisted in the edges of Dave's shirt, and Orlando pulled him towards the house. //See if you can keep up, love. I'm younger than you.// //Youth means nothing. Harry and Karl are ancient and they don't even have to get undressed to wear you out.// "I've noticed they can do the same to you." Orlando said, kicking the door shut behind them. "Besides, why are we discussing Harry and Karl? I can think of much better things to discuss," He slid Dave's jacket and shirt off, tossing them across the back of a nearby chair. He smiled, eyes roaming over the expanse of bare skin and sleek muscle. Fuck, but he'd never get used to this. "Such as?" Dave leaned against another chair, fingers brushing across his belt buckle, loosening it slowly. "Like getting naked and finding the nearest flat surface." Orlando batted Dave's hands aside. "Let me get that for you." Dave placed his hands on the chair behind him, tilting his hips forward. "By all means..." "You're getting entirely too much like Harry," Orlando laughed as he slid the belt free before undoing Dave's slacks. The fabric was pushed down over muscular thighs, dropping to the floor to be kicked aside. "Now who's bringing them up," Dave smirked. "You're wearing too much." "So do something about it." Dave pulled Orlando to him, finished shredding the ruins of Orlando's shirt, smoothing his hands across tanned skin. "That more like what you had in mind?" he asked, didn't wait for a reply before lips crashed against lips, stealing breath and reason. //Definitely.// His fingers sank into Dave's hair, tugging, body pressed against Dave, feeling the warmth from Dave's body seeping into him. //What do you want this time?// Long fingers stripped Orlando of his slacks, shoved them over slim hips, curved around muscle and bone in a possessive grip, and Dave's tongue continued to weave in and out of Orlando's mouth in a dark pattern. //You.// His hands roamed over bare skin, tracing lean muscle as he pressed against Dave. //On your knees...under me...don't care.// //How about both?// Then Dave was on his knees and a velvet tongue stroked his cock from base to tip and soft lips closed over him. Dave lifted his eyes to watch Orlando, and one hand cradled the tight sac between Orlando's thighs as his mouth continued to weave its magic over needy flesh. Orlando's head fell forward, half-lidded eyes fastening on Dave's. Jesus, watching Dave was hot -- beyond hot, really. Slivers of sensation spiked through him, drawing soft moans from his throat. "So good," he murmured, hand cradling the back of Dave's head, urging him to take more. Dave tilted his head back, and Orlando thrust deeper, struggling not to close his eyes. Close, yeah, just like that...so...his eyes narrowed when Dave abruptly stopped, licking his lips with a small smirk. "Not just yet." "Bastard," Orlando muttered under his breath, well aware that Dave could hear him. Not just yet? He'd see about that. "Why not?" "Because I don't feel like it," "So what do you feel like?" Orlando smiled slowly when his fingers found a sensitive spot under Dave's jaw. "You." The answer was prompt, if somewhat breathless. "Showing me some of that arrogance that Harry assures me is there." "And what," Orlando murmured, voice low and husky, "makes you think you deserve me, hmm?" Dave just shrugged Orlando's hand off of him and gracefully stood, leaning into Orlando's chest. "Because you belong to me," Dave stated, tongue licking tiny points of fire across Orlando's neck. "Is that so?" Orlando couldn't suppress the tiny shiver that raced through him. His hands settled on Dave's hips, pulled him closer. "I rather thought that you belonged to me..." "Prove it." Orlando didn't need to be told twice. He curled his fingers around the back of Dave's neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss. //It's always 'prove it' with you people.// His mental voice held a touch of indignation as their tongues dueled, neither one willing to yield dominance just yet. //Show, don't tell.// Dave's fingers sank into Orlando's hair, and their hips ground together. So fucking good, but not nearly enough. With a soft growl, Orlando caught Dave's wrists and pushed, bending him backwards over the chair. Oh, yes...he'd definitely show. Cocky bastard. Dave's reedy gasp was music to Orlando's ears. They both tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs, and Orlando wasted no time in pressing his full weight down on Dave, smiling again when Dave rocked his hips upward. "Orli..." "Yes?" Orlando's fingers firmly encircled Dave's wrists, pinning them to the floor above his head as he settled between Dave's parted thighs, rocking just enough so their erections slid against each other. "Brat." Dave strained against Orlando's hands, eyes dark with need. Absolutely beautiful. And Orlando's. "I've been called that before," Orlando said, lifting his head to smile down at Dave. And was immediately snared by the hot look in Dave's eyes. His smile was slower this time, thumbs rubbing over the insides of trapped wrists. "What do you want, love?" "You...inside me..." Before the words were fully out of Dave's mouth, Orlando was on his feet, yanking Dave up with him. He didn't need to be told twice. Didn't bother to look where he was going as he backed up, didn't need to as he pulled Dave with him up the stairs and into the bedroom. They tumbled together across the bed, Orlando reaching blindly for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Dave twisted in his arms, hands and lips on every part of Orlando's body he could reach, and Orlando thought he was going to incinerate before he ever even got the fucking bottle open. "Just...slow down," he panted, finally flipping them both over so he was on top again. "Fuck that. Now." Dave pulled Orlando's needy lips back to his own for another kiss, wrapping his legs around Orlando's hips. Orlando couldn't stifle his groan as warm, knowing fingers closed around him, spreading oil over hard flesh. "Dave..." "Now," Dave growled, sharp fangs nipping Orlando's collarbone, fingers digging into his back. And Orlando just groaned again, giving in to the urgency as he sank into Dave's body with one, smooth thrust. "Yes..." Dave hissed, nails gouging, leaving small blood trails along Orlando's back. Orlando thrust deep, swallowed Dave's grunt with his tongue, and fought to keep from passing out. If this was a fraction of what Harry and Karl felt when they had each other, it was a wonder they'd both made it past their first year together. Orlando began to move, sliding in deep with each slow thrust as his lips slid over Dave's, tongue licking and tasting in small, teasing strokes. And Jesus.... What he felt with Karl, what he felt with Harry, was phenomenal. But Dave...Orlando didn't think he had words to describe it. Best he could come up with was soul-fucking. And then he ceased thinking at all when Dave rolled his hips, changed the angle of Orlando's thrusts. Instantly, Dave's back bowed, and his head thrashed back, small moans emitting from those lush lips. Orlando leaned forward, wrapping one hand around Dave's cock and skimmed his tongue along a line of sweat racing along Dave's neck. //So beautiful.// Orlando sped up a little, pulled back just enough to watch Dave's face. Then, his lips found Dave's throat again, tongue lapping lightly at the beads of sweat gathered there. He could feel Dave in his head, the dual sensations that came with the bond. //Please...please...// The word was a continuous mantra inside of Orlando's head, and he sped his movements to match, fist and cock working in a continuous rhythm. //Please...// Orlando whimpered as his fangs pierced the vein and rich copper flooded his mouth. This was heaven, truly. The tight bundle of sensation and emotion that was Dave exploded in Orlando's mind as he slammed into the willing body beneath him. Dave's orgasm tore through him a second later, ripping through his system with the force of a hurricane, triggering his own. Instantly, he was swept along a dark current of lust and need and want and surrounding all of it was the steady, pulsing bond of Dave in his head, and in his blood. //Jesus...// Orlando didn't even have the strength to speak as he collapsed on top of Dave, sucking in lungfuls of air, hands soothing Dave's body as it trembled against him. He was barely aware that his own body was trembling as well. He lifted his head, smiled as he pushed damp hair from Dave's forehead, and started to speak. His mouth clicked closed as he felt a fleeting presence in his mind. "I think we had an audience," Orlando murmured with a tired chuckle, wondering just how long Harry and Karl had been tagging along. "Took you long enough to notice," Dave murmured, lazily stroking Orlando's sweat-dampened back. "Shame they missed the visuals." "Oh, I don't know, the aftermath is still a sweet sight." Both Dave and Orlando turned tiredly toward the door, and saw Harry leaning against it, Karl wrapped around him. "'Bout time you got home." Orlando smiled as he untangled himself from Dave, then flopped gracefully on his back, stretching and tucking his hands behind his head as he watched the two in the door. "We'd have been sooner, but we were, ah, distracted," Karl said, smirk clear in his voice as he strolled into the room. "Is that what we're calling it these days?" Harry grinned, following Karl. He kicked off his shoes and stretched beside Dave, dropping a light kiss on his lips. "Child wear you out?" "Gearing up for the next round," Dave mumbled, snuggling into Harry's warmth. "God, he sounds like me now," Karl laughed, sitting beside Orlando on the other side of the bed, massaging his scalp with gentle fingers. "Have a good time without us?" "Of course," Orlando murmured, nodding as he curled against Karl. "Don't need you to have fun, you know." "I think they're a little tired, Harry." "Well, I'm sure they've had it very rough while we've been gone." Harry nuzzled Dave's neck, his smile gentle. "So, how many times did you get him to come?" Dave seemed to consider the question for a moment. "Only twice," he yawned. "We had to feed him." "Was hungry," Orlando mumbled around his own yawn, snuggling closer to Karl. He smiled when Harry reached over and stroked his hair. "I was wondering when you were going to feed," Karl murmured, voice only faintly rebuking. "Should post it in his date book," Dave nodded. "That's why he has you, cariad," Harry reminded him. "You try reminding him, then." "I am still here, you know." "Of course you're still here. Hard for me to forget that with you draped over me like a blanket." "Don't hear you complaining," Orlando mumbled against Karl's throat. "Much better," Harry stated, amusement coloring his voice, pulling Dave tighter against his body. "The arrogance lessons seem to be going well." "With you as a mentor, how could they not?" Karl asked, linking his fingers with Harry's across the bed. "If you two would shut up, I'd like to take a nap." //They don't ever shut up, Orli. Haven't you figured that out yet.// "You think they're tired?" Karl asked, much too innocently. "Dunno what would give you that idea." Harry placed another soft kiss on Dave's shoulder, and ran a hand along Orlando's chest before standing. "Guess we get to find our own amusement for awhile." //Yeah, you go do that.// Orlando didn't even open his eyes when Karl eased away from him and stood. Instead, he rolled over, seeking and finding Dave's warmth in the middle of the bed. "And they say youth has stamina," Karl stated, voice sad, and Orlando heard Harry's answering laugh before their footsteps echoed down the stairs. //Thought they'd never leave.// Orlando just mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled closer to Dave, already more asleep than awake. Onto Simplicity
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