"You don't look happy." Dave glanced up from his perusal of the bar's contents, and saw Karl leaning against the doorjamb. He was wearing a pair of silk pajama bottoms. And nothing else. Well, the view was certainly better at home. "That's because I'm not happy," Dave replied, finally getting a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge. Karl walked into the room, silk whispering with every movement. "Want to talk about it?" "Not unless you want to talk about ways to poison Gerard." Dave grimaced and rubbed his head again. "Ouch." Karl pushed Dave down on the sofa, slid behind him, and started massaging his temples with light fingers. "And here I was thinking my conference call with Budapest was bad." "I would have traded with you in a heartbeat." Dave sighed, closed his eyes. Damn, Karl had talented fingers. Dave wanted to purr, but was too lethargic to bother. He just sank back into Karl's warm, hard chest and floated along on pure bliss. "That feels nice." "It's supposed to. Feel better?" "Absolutely. Your hands are magical, I swear." Karl's soft laughter drifted across his neck in a teasing caress. "So you've said." Dave almost whimpered in protest when Karl moved away, but shifted to let Karl free him from his jacket and get at the buttons of his shirt. He leaned back and let his head rest on Karl's shoulder. "Am I getting the deluxe treatment now?" "You always get the deluxe treatment." Smooth hands drifted up his chest, over his arms, taking the shirt with them until it was tossed in a careless heap on the floor. Soft lips continued their path on the slope of Dave's shoulder. "I'll keep that in mind next time Viggo wants me to wade through 400 years of land rights documents." "400 years?" Dave could feel Karl's wince against his neck. "Bet he made you go in the vault, too, didn't he?" Nimble fingers unbuckled Dave's belt, unzipped his slacks. "Yeah, and I'll probably be stuck there all week." Dave exhaled loudly, lifted his hips when Karl's hands urged him to do so. "I truly hate that place." "You should petition for the archives to be downloaded into a network." Slacks joined the shirt on the floor. Okay, naked was so much better. Now Dave could feel the silk of Karl's pajamas on his thighs and Karl's chest pressed against his back. "That's my next project, trust me." Dave let out a soft sigh, lips curving into a smile as his body moved beneath Karl's touch. "I do have to admit though, my night is looking a lot better now." "Funnily enough, so is mine," Karl replied, hands sweeping lower and lower until they were just brushing against the head of Dave's now fully erect cock. "We the only ones here?" he asked, hips lifting slightly. He could definitely get used to being greeted like this each day. He turned his head so that his lips brushed Karl's jaw. Karl took the not-so-subtle hint, wrapped one hand around Dave's cock, cupped his balls with the other, gently manipulating them between his fingers. "Harry and Orlando are at the church." "Ah...and was that Orlando's idea or Harry's?" Dave's lips continued to move over Karl's jaw as he began to thrust into Karl's hand. Fuck, but it was heavenly when someone knew exactly what you needed. "Orlando's, I believe. Said something about letting off steam from his night at work, and dragged Harry along with him." Karl sounded baffled, but it didn't stop him from speeding up his hand, or from swallowing Dave's moan with a kiss. //Sounds like he had a bad day as well.// Every nerve ending in Dave's body snapped into sizzling awareness as Karl did that flick-twist thing with his hand that always made Dave see stars. //Relax, love, go with it.// Dave wondered if it was possible to pass out from just this. His headache was forgotten, his bad night was forgotten, everything forgotten except Karl's body against his and hands driving him mad with want. And then Karl did something that had Dave forgetting his own him as he gasped, and the world exploded around him. His mind tumbled end over end, caught up and tangled, incinerated and put back together, leaving him breathless. Karl stroked him for another minute before bringing his hand up to his lips and sucking them clean. Dave's eyes threatened to glaze over again. He'd just come, for fuck's sake, he should not be getting this turned on by the sight of Karl's fingers disappearing into that lush mouth, nor by the soft noises of contentment Karl made as he licked every trace of come from them. Just...fuck all, was there anything about Karl that wasn't erotic as hell? "Jesus..." Fuck it. That was it. He couldn't handle it any longer. With a soft growl, he twisted around, sank his fingers into the dark silk of Karl's hair, and captured those beautiful lips in a bruising, thorough kiss, tasted himself on Karl's tongue, mixed with the unique clove taste. He plundered and ravaged, raided Karl's mouth with a probing tongue. Intense and all-consuming, Karl's mouth promised the darkest of pleasures, the most wicked of seductions. "Fuck," he murmured when he lifted his head finally, breathing ragged. "You are addictive." "As are you." Karl's eyes were dark, and Dave's breath caught in his throat at the fierce need reflected in them. "What would you like right now? My cock, my mouth, my ass?" Whispered words of temptation along the stubble of Dave's jaw. "Tonight, I am yours to command." "I want all of it," Dave murmured, mind whirring with the possibilities of having Karl at his beck and call. "In that order." Karl leaned back into the cushions, the perfect picture of grace and sin. "Here or upstairs? Or another room, perhaps? Where do you want me?" "Hmmm...." Dave tapped his chin with a finger as he pondered the options. "Upstairs, I think. We're going to want to be comfortable for this." Karl slid out from behind Dave, held out a hand. Dave let Karl pull him up, then gestured towards the door. "After you." He followed Karl from the study, watched the graceful movements of Karl's hips beneath the silk. They entered the bedroom in silence, and Karl stood beside the over-sized bed, a small smile playing across his face. "Would you like to take these off or do you want me to do it?" he asked, gesturing down at his pants. Dave grinned, and dropped on the bed, lounging back against the pile of pillows. "You do it," he said, waving his hand. He didn't know when he'd get this opportunity again, so he was going to make the most of it. Karl just smiled again -- seductive, teasing -- and hooked his fingers in the waistband, slowly drawing them down over lean hips. The silk rustled and moved, flowed down toned thighs and lean calves, as Karl revealed smooth skin to Dave's hungry gaze. "Where do you want me?" "Right here." Dave crooked a finger, watching as Karl moved towards him. It was erotic as hell to have all that intensity and heat focused on him. "So," he continued, "mine to command, hmm? That means you'll do anything I tell you to do tonight?" "Whatever you desire," Karl promised, crawling on the bed with panther-like grace. "And if I wanted you to fuck me until I passed out?" Dave asked, running his tongue across suddenly dry lips. Karl lowered his body to within a whisper of Dave's, dark hair falling across his face and tickling Dave's cheeks. "Then that's what you'll get." "And if I wanted to fuck you until you pass out?" "You really need to make up your mind," Karl teased, brushing his lips across Dave's chin. "I said I was yours to command tonight and I meant it. You tell me what you want." "Just trying to find out if there are any limits," Dave explained, tipping his head down far enough to catch Karl's lips in a lazy kiss. "I think, maybe...both. In that order. How long do we have before they get back?" "A few hours. I can always ask Harry to take Orlando to the retreat, if you'd like." "Orli'd like that." Dave laughed as his hands slid down Karl's back to cup his ass. And what a superb ass it was. "But, I think a few hours should be enough time. Don't you?" "It's a start." Then he grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and poured a generous amount on one hand. He glided his hand over his cock, rubbing in the liquid with teasing movements. Dave couldn't tear his eyes away. He thought Karl pleasuring himself was right up there in the top three sexiest fucking sights in the world. Then, Karl moved his hand between Dave's spread legs, slid a slick finger inside the tight ring of muscle, grinning at Dave's choked gasp. Truly amazing fucking hands, especially when they...oh God. Dave's hand fisted in the sheets, and his head fell back, eyes closing. Karl's fingers were like a slow-motion torture inside his body, and Dave was swimming in pleasure, drowning in waves of it, throbbing with need. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. He reached down, wrapped one hand around Karl's wrist. "Not...like that," he gasped, tilting his head back as Karl's mouth moved up his throat. "Want you inside me...." "Your wish." The head of Karl's cock replaced his finger, and he pushed inside, a gentle tease of movement that had Dave flexing his hips and thighs, ready to scream if he didn't get what he wanted. And what he wanted was fast and furious and now. "Karl," Dave said as he wrapped his legs around Karl's hips, and fisted his hands in Karl's hair to pull his head down. "Fuck me like you mean it." The last was a growl as he yanked Karl's head down for a kiss. His tongue tangled with Karl's just as Karl pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, his hands sliding down to lift Dave's hips into his thrusts. Yes, much better. Fast and raw, hard and primal. He wanted to be fucked so hard his body would remember it weeks from now, wanted to be fucked so hard he really would pass out when he came. And Karl was doing his best to oblige him, hands and cock working together to send pleasure racing through Dave's body. Primitive, coarse, frenzied... Dave was stripped, reduced to fragments of nerves, twisted in sensory overload, and the cock pounding into him filled his body, his blood, his mind until he thought he would explode from the thrill. Dave couldn't even breathe. He just held onto sweaty shoulders, rode the tidal wave of an orgasm that punched through him, left him shaking. //Christ...// He didn't trust himself to speak, didn't think he could speak. It took all his concentration to pull Karl down for a kiss that had them both moaning. Then he pulled away, nuzzled Karl's neck, grazed fangs over soft flesh. //Now, Karl.// Dave struck, fangs sinking into the rich vein, and he felt Karl's orgasm so acutely it was almost like coming again. Karl rolled them over, hands sweeping up Dave's back. "Was that what you wanted?" Karl asked, in a hoarse voice. "Mmm." Dave shifted to sprawl comfortably across Karl's chest. "Ask me again in a minute. I think I lost my brain somewhere back there." "Then I'd say I did my job." "Definitely," Dave chuckled, kissing his way up Karl's chest to his mouth. He was surprised he could move that much. The rest of his body was still pretty much boneless. They traded several lazy kisses, both too exhausted to do much else. Gradually, Dave could feel his toes, then his legs, as each part of his body returned to awareness. "That was exactly what I needed," he murmured, his lips moving over Karl's jaw, pausing to nibble at Karl's ear. "I've always maintained that sex is the cure-all for just about everything," Karl replied with a smile. "Whenever you're ready for the rest of it, let me know." "Give me a few more minutes to recover. My brain's still not sure my body's all in one piece." Dave shifted, lowered his head to start a lazy exploration of Karl's chest with his tongue. "I assure you, your body is all there." Karl made a point of running his hands over every inch of Dave's skin he could reach for emphasis. "So it is," Dave murmured before closing his teeth over a pebbled nipple, biting down just hard enough to make Karl react before his tongue swept over it, circled it. His own hands were busy tracing Karl's ribs, lingering over a few sensitive spots. "And now," Dave commented, rolling off the bed and pulling Karl to his feet, "I think I want a shower." "Your wish," Karl replied, turning on the water. Steam filled the room seconds later. "After you." Dave stepped into the shower, waited until Karl joined him. He released a soft groan as Karl turned him around and began soaping his chest. Christ, but his hands were lethal weapons. Karl knelt, began to wash Dave's legs. The steady spray massaged Dave's back and neck as water flowed over them, around them. "You know, it still amazes me," he said, wiping water off his face. "You and Harry...you're so much alike, but so different at the same time." Karl smoothed wet strands of hair back from his face, stood. "Turn around." He started washing Dave's back, turning it into a massage that managed to loosen every knot Dave thought he'd ever have. "Well, we've been together for a very long time, but that doesn't make us the same person. We would have never bonded the way we did if he'd been exactly like me." "True enough," Dave replied, then moaned when Karl's fingers dug into a particularly tight knot. Fuck...he wondered how it would look if he just slid down the wall and collapsed in the corner of the shower. Karl would probably laugh at him. He shook his head to clear it, leaned back into the hands on his back. "I just can't see Harry offering to submit to anyone, even just for one night." "Ah, but there you'd be wrong." Karl pressed into him, all slippery and soapy against his back, moved slick hands over Dave's cock. "He would do this for any of us. He's put himself completely at my mercy on more than one occasion." "Is that so?" Dave arched into Karl's touch, felt the slow burn start low in his abdomen. "You'll have to tell me all about it sometime." "I could tell you about it now, if you'd like." "Mmm..." Dave shivered when Karl's teeth closed over the stud in his ear and gave it a gentle tug. "Now?" A soft moan as nails scraped up his thighs. "Alright..." "Would you like to hear about the times he's laid himself out on the bed, invited me to use him in whatever manner I saw fit?" Dave groaned at the image. Harry, naked and vulnerable, open...Jesus. "And how I've rolled him face-down and fucked him senseless, over and over, not pulling out, just staying hard inside him until I was ready to move again, until we literally couldn't come anymore." "Jesus Christ...." Dave trailed off, unable to come up with adequate words. Hot didn't come close. Neither did erotic. Karl's hands danced across his skin, and Dave shifted, another groan escaping him. Karl sped up his movements, fingers almost a blur on Dave's cock. Dave sagged back against Karl's chest, felt Karl's other arm wrap around his waist, holding him up, the staccato beat of the water mixed in with Karl's seductive voice. "Or the time he bathed me much like I'm doing to you right now, only he just used his tongue on every inch of my body." "Karl," Dave gasped, body jerking with each word breathed in his ear as Karl's hands stroked him to an orgasm that ripped through him, left him shaking and leaning against Karl for support. "Guess the thought excited you," Karl laughed, tipping Dave's head back to give him a brief kiss. "Can't imagine what gave you that idea," Dave mumbled. "That was...is... Fuck, did he really...?" The thoughts of Harry doing any of what Karl had described were, to put it simply, mind-blowing. Harry letting someone else dominate him, surrendering control, even for one night... "Of course he did." Karl sounded insulted. "What, you thought I'd lie to you just to get you to come? I can assure you I don't need to resort to such drastic measures." "No, no, wasn't thinking that. Just..." He twisted around to face Karl, hands braced on either side of Karl's head, forearms resting against wet shoulders. He leaned in for a light kiss. "Just never imagined Harry doing anything like that." "You don't know him that well yet," Karl replied, giving Dave another slow kiss before leaning down to shut off the water. "Come on, I'll dry you." "I could get used to this," Dave laughed as he stepped out of the shower and was enveloped in a large, fluffy towel. He almost hoped tomorrow would be just as bad if this was what he could look forward to when he got home. "What would you like to do next?" Karl asked, tossing the towel aside. He pulled Dave into his arms, tickled his jaw with warm lips. "Our evening is still young." "It is, isn't it?" Dave slid his arms around Karl's waist, turned his head just enough to steal a quick kiss. Yes, he could definitely get used to this. "Shall we move back to the bedroom? Or...somewhere else, perhaps? We could always scandalize the others if they get back early. Since they're so fond of the library and all." "The library it is then." Karl tugged Dave back down the stairs. "Do I even want to know what's going on behind those baby blues?" "Well that depends," Dave said with a grin. He had no idea when he'd get another chance at this, so he was going to take advantage of it while he could. And enjoy every minute of it. "When's the last time someone besides Harry fucked you?" "Never." The answer was prompt. "Up until Orlando and you, Harry has been my only male lover." "Really?" That was a surprise. Dave knew Karl was highly selective, but he didn't know he was that picky. "That sounds like something Harry would say." "I was Harry's only male lover, as well." Karl shrugged, the motion elegant, as he opened the library door, and ushered Dave inside. "Harry was perfect. Why would I have needed anyone else, someone lesser?" "Which still intrigues the hell out of me when I think about it." Dave turned to look at Karl. "If he was perfect, why'd...no, never mind, we've had this discussion." "Because Orlando and you were perfect as well," Karl said, answering Dave's unspoken question as he strolled forward, caressing Dave's cheek. "One entire soul binding itself with another entire soul. Completion." "That's just so odd, to think of us as two souls in four bodies," Dave teased, rested his hands on Karl's hips. "You know," he continued, glancing around, "I have some rather fond memories of this room. And that wall over there..." Karl followed his gaze, smiled. "As do I." Dave cocked his head, watched Karl from the corner of his eye. "Want to make another memory involving that wall?" "Whatever you desire," Karl said, turning back to Dave. "And you need to stop asking me for permission. Just take." "Natural instinct, I guess," Dave said with a wry grin. "Not used to just...taking from either one of you." "Get used to it. We certainly are." "I've noticed. There is some lube in here, right? Hard to tell with Harry's 'organized chaos' system." Karl laughed. "There's lube in just about every room in this house," he said, walking over, and opening a drawer. He tossed a small bottle at Dave. "Harry and I don't like to interrupt ourselves." Karl spread his arms open, bowed slightly. "If you want me, come take me." A challenge disguised as invitation. Dave could never resist a good challenge. "If you insist." He pinned Karl against the wall, pressing against him, moving his hips so their erections rubbed together. "Turn around." Karl smiled, but did as he was told, and turned, bracing his hands against the wall. Dave hadn't thought his dick could possibly get any harder, but the sight of Karl offering himself, supple back arched, perfect ass thrust out, strong thighs bared to his gaze... Saints would be tempted. And Dave was far from a saint. "You know," he said, voice low, as he slid an arm around Karl's waist and leaned against him, rubbing against his ass, "sometimes I look at you and Harry and Orli, and I wonder just what I did to get so lucky." He nuzzled Karl's shoulder, placing small kisses and bites across it as his hand slid down to curl around Karl's erection. Karl bowed back into him, curved his body perfectly against Dave's, sighed under Dave's hands, his lips. "We were the lucky ones," he said in a rough voice. "You think so?" Dave's lips curved into a smile against Karl's shoulder. Karl thought he was one of the lucky ones? Dave was willing to argue that...later. Now he had more important things on his mind. Like getting the lube open and squeezed out with one hand, seeing as how the other was rather busy. Finally, after a few minutes of one-handed gymnastics, he got the bottle open and his fingers covered. "Has anyone ever told you," he said, nibbling at Karl's ear, fingers sliding between Karl's cheeks and teasing his opening, "that you've got a perfect ass?" His mouth traveled down Karl's neck, nibbling and licking, as he slid one finger inside Karl. And groaned himself when Karl pushed back against his hand. Karl was more responsive than he had ever even dreamed. He added a second finger, mouth still moving down Karl's neck and across his shoulder. "Fuck." Karl's forehead hit the wall with a dull thud, and his arms were rigid with tension. "Dave, please..." "Please what?" Dave whispered, pushing deeper, curling his fingers against the small bulge, teeth sinking into Karl's shoulder. A sharp moan escaped Karl's lips, and the sound was the most erotic thing Dave had heard in ages. "Fuck me." "Mm, excellent plan." Dave removed his fingers, then pushed, feeling the head of his cock slide into Karl. He wrapped one arm wrapped around Karl's waist and moved, rocking his hips in tiny thrusts. "Hard." Karl turned his head, intense eyes blazing with lust and need. He reached back with a hand, grabbed Dave's ass. "Now." "You mean," Dave said, voice almost a growl as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, "like this?" Another thrust, identical to the first, this time with a slight shift in angle so Dave's cock slid across Karl's prostate. He bent his head, fastened his mouth on Karl's shoulder. //Is this what you want?// His hand moved, matched the rhythm his hips set, moved hard and fast. //Perfect.// Yes...perfect was exactly the word Dave wanted. Karl's hot ass gripping him was perfect, the taste of skin under his tongue was perfect, the harsh groans escaping Karl's throat were perfect. Dave slammed into Karl, drove him into the wall, movements rough. He could honestly fuck Karl all day, all night, would never tire of the heat and tightness surrounding his cock. Just a bit harder, faster, wanted to crawl inside Karl's skin, wanted to fuck him from the inside out, wanted to embed Karl in his blood... Dave's hips pistoned, hand moving so fast it was almost a blur, mind sliding into Karl's and doubling the sensations. And damned if that wasn't the most amazing thing in the entire world, feeling Karl around him, feeling himself pumping into Karl, feeling the hands on his body, the firm flesh under his fingers. It was beyond perfect. //Want you to come now.// Dave's tongue swept across Karl's shoulder, and he relished the salt-tinged flavor that filled his mouth as his tongue continued to move over damp, flushed skin. Another thrust...two...then his brain shattered with the force of Karl's orgasm. No retreat, no escape -- it raced through his every nerve, pulsed in his blood, became part of his DNA. Dave cried out as he slammed into Karl one last time before his own orgasm tore through him. The only thing he could do was hold on to Karl and ride it out, fingers flexing on Karl's hip, body shuddering against Karl's back. Dave slid to the floor, and Karl followed, using the wall as support. "That was just..." Karl stopped, blinked, then simply nodded. Dave could only agree. It was. Karl pulled Dave to him, leaned on his shoulder. "Anything else you'd like from me tonight?" "I don't think I can handle anything else," Dave replied with a shaky laugh, curling into Karl's warmth. "Not right now, anyway." "Lightweight." Karl said the word with affection, brushed his lips across Dave's hair. "I did say right now. After I recover...." "I'll still be here. I'm not going anywhere." "Oh, good," he mumbled, closed his eyes. "Because there are no pillows and your shoulder's rather nice. You know, maybe I can have another bad day at work tomorrow." "Tomorrow, you can have Harry," Karl replied, rubbing small circles on Dave's back. "But I think you might want to rest up for a day or two before you take him on like this." "Good idea." Like Dave would ever dream of taking Harry on like that without at least a week's worth of rest. And even then it would probably still send him into a coma for a few days. Although, it wold be worth it. He slid one arm around Karl's waist. "Karl...what you said earlier. About perfection and complete souls and all that..." Karl looked down at him. "What about it?" "Care to elaborate a little?" He thought he had an idea of what Karl meant, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it from Karl's own lips. Karl brought Dave in the vee of his legs, pulling Dave back against his chest. "You know how for every soul, there's a mate? The other soul that completes yours?" "Soulmates, yeah. It's usually how a pet's chosen. That bond." "Well, with the four of us, it's different." Dave suppressed the urge to laugh. Karl could certainly say that again. "Finding Harry was like finding the other half of my soul. Finding Orlando was like finding my soulmate. Finding you was finding the other half of Orlando's soul. So, now my soulmate is complete, just the way my soul was complete. If you follow me." "I see. I think." Dave's head lolled to the side, giving Karl greater access. The lips on his throat felt wonderful. "So does this mean that Orlando and I are going to end up like you and Harry?" Dave grinned, trying to decide if that thought was exciting or scary. With Orlando, it could go either way. "What do you mean?" Dave made a gesture with one hand. "I mean...." He paused, blinked. "I'm not sure actually. The whole bond that no one can explain and all that. Though I suppose we've already got that, huh?" "Not quite," Karl replied. "You're both pets to myself and Harry, so you already have a bond through us. Your Creator bond with him just strengthens what's already there." "Why am I not surprised to find the two of you naked and sprawled on the floor?" Karl and Dave smiled as Harry strolled into the room, Orlando right behind him. "You should have been here about 15 minutes ago." Orlando rolled his eyes, dropped into a chair. "We've seen that show." He reached out and nudged Harry's leg. "Am I the only one who's noticed they can't keep their clothes on when they're around each other?" "You say that like it's a bad thing," Harry replied. "It's a bad thing when I'm not involved," Orlando muttered good-naturedly. Harry knelt down, gave Karl a slow kiss; then turned to Dave, kissing him as if he'd been gone days instead of hours. Jesus, but the man knew how to use his lips. Dave was, once again, a boneless heap when Harry lifted his head. "How was your night?" "Horrid," Dave said as he smiled up at Harry. "Until I got home, that is." Harry glanced at Karl, then turned back to Dave, a wide grin on his face. "Lucky you," he said, settling next to them, leaning his back against the wall. "Yeah, very lucky me." Orlando watched the three of them for a minute before shaking his head. "Fuck it." He slid out of the chair and crawled to join them, sprawling across Harry's lap with his chin propped on one hand. "What'd you do to him?" Karl asked, giving Harry a confused look. "He's not bouncy." "I didn't do anything to him." "Do you want me to be bouncy?" Orlando watched them with wide eyes that were entirely too innocent for Dave's liking. "I can be." "I don't want you to be anything other than what you want to be," Karl remarked. "I'm just curious as to why you're so subdued." "I'm wondering why you're complaining," Dave muttered, not quite under his breath. "I'm not always bouncy, you know," Orlando pointed out. Then he popped up to a sitting position, legs draped over Harry's. "Besides the two of you looked pretty serious when we walked in." "Entirely too serious for two naked men in the afterglow of great sex," Harry agreed. "Exactly. So what were you talking about?" "Maybe we were just tired." Dave knew his attempt at innocence had failed when Harry laughed. "Cariad, it would take all three of us, and an entire night to completely wear Karl out," he said, giving Dave a quick kiss. "I resemble that remark." "You're such a slut." Orlando laughed and fell over against Harry, watching Karl and Dave. "He knows you pretty well," Dave remarked. "And, to answer your question, I was explaining soulmates to him," Karl said. "Two souls, four bodies. Harry being the other half of my soul, Dave being the other half of yours." "Dave's the other half of mine?" Orlando squeaked, eyes wide, as he sat up so fast he almost bounced off Harry's lap. "Who'd you think it was?" "Dunno, never really thought about it." Orlando chewed on his thumb, not noticing when Harry calmly pulled his hand away from his mouth. "That was what all the seriousness was about?" "No, that was when he started trying to explain the difference between our bond and his with Harry." "You try explaining it, then," Karl said, biting Dave's shoulder hard enough to have Dave squirming for an entirely different reason. "All I wanted to know is if the monkey and I will end up like you and Harry," Dave said, his breath catching in his throat. Orlando hid his smile behind one hand. "Now that's a scary thought." "You won't," Harry stated, his tone certain. He tilted Dave's chin up, grazed Dave's lips with his fangs. "You and Orli don't have the same bond." "I try not to think about it too much," Orlando stated as he began to wiggle again. "Makes my head hurt thinking about all the vows and bonds and the fact that you," he gestured at Dave, "and I have this whole father/son incestuous thing going on now." Harry threw his head back and laughed. "I swear this child is going to be the death of me." Karl lifted his head, and grinned. "Hate to think what that's made us all these centuries." "God knows." "Incredibly kinky," Orlando said with a smirk. Karl sighed, and stood, bringing Dave up with him. "Harry, teach the brat some manners. Dave and I will be upstairs." Dave looked at Karl, startled. They would? "We will?" Karl linked his hand with Dave's as he tugged him out of the room. //We have unfinished business// Unfinished business. Dave grinned. //Yeah, we do, come to think on it.// Harry brushed by the both of them, carrying a squirming, yelping Orlando in a fireman's hold. "Excuse us," he said, disappearing out the door. "Poor Orli," Dave laughed, shaking his head. "Poor Orli, my ass." Karl whirled around, pinned Dave up against the door. "Didn't I promise you my mouth?" "I believe you did," Dave breathed, smiling. "So why don't you do that now, hmm?" Dave's head fell back against the door as Karl gracefully sank to his knees, hands gliding up Dave's thighs. The last thing Dave remembered to think for a long time was that Karl was certainly a man of his word. Onto Discipline
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