Title: Consummated: Part Ten Authors: Brenda & Jo Disclaimer: Never happened. "If you've suffered enough I can understand what you're thinking of I can see the pain that you're frightened of" -- Depeche Mode "Like you, I would be happy with whatever you choose to give me." Harry's eyes caressed Dave as surely as the hand still on his back. "But we're not talking about just the two of us. You will never have me exclusively." He locked gazes with Karl for a silent moment. "And you know you'll be getting, at the very least, Karl. If you bind yourself to me." Dave had no problems understanding exactly what Harry meant. His eyes moved back to Karl and Orlando, and he watched in silence as Orlando turned his head to nuzzle Karl's neck. "Well," he said slowly, his hand reaching for Harry's, "he's not exactly hard on the eyes, so I guess getting him wouldn't be horrible." His lips curved into a tiny smile when Orlando laughed, the sound almost a giggle. He couldn't resist the next teasing comment. "Does the brat come with the package, too?" Orlando clapped both hands over his stomach. "Oh, hell no. Two of you with this ring are bad enough. I am not adding a third!" Harry and Karl's combined laughter rolled through the room. Dave darted his gaze back and forth between the two of them, marveling at how beautiful they both were, really, when they laughed. "Oh Christ," Harry gasped, almost collapsing on top of Dave. "Stop...don't..." Karl made a vague waving motion, trying to compose himself and utterly failing. After another bout of laughter that had Dave even more confused and Orlando glaring at the both of them, Harry finally straightened. "We weren't talking about sex, Orli. We meant the mental bond," he finally replied, shoulders still shaking. "So, um, no, the...Christ..." His mouth twitched. He started laughing again. "You two are not funny," Orlando grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. "Fine, no sex. But, I'm not dancing for him either, so don't even think about suggesting it." "Dancing? Okay, I'm lost," Dave admitted. "Karl, are you sure he's, well...stable?" Karl just waved at him, going into another fit of laughter, shaking so hard that Orlando almost slid off his lap. And Harry wasn't much help, Dave decided, looking at him. His lips were pressed together so tightly Dave thought he might injure them. Which would be a bad thing, as Dave was rather fond of them. Orlando finally slid off Karl's lap and stalked to the bar, throwing a dark look over his shoulder. "Assholes," he muttered. "Just wait. I'll...I'll..." "And he talks to himself, too." Dave shook his head, looked properly impressed. "Really...I didn't think it was advisable to claim mentally unbalanced people." Harry leaned back on the sofa, still pressing his lips together. Karl simply got up, stalked to Dave, still laughing, and, before Dave was quite aware of things, he was being hauled up in Karl's arms and, well, thoroughly kissed. Very thoroughly kissed. Soft lips on his, softer tongue sliding into his mouth, the faint taste of clove burning a path through him. "Oh, sure," Orlando said with a soft snort. "I'm the one being insulted, and he's the one getting the kisses." Dave almost staggered when Karl released him. He stared at Karl, speechless. Kissing Karl was like...like...kissing Harry. Only not quite as intense or all-consuming. Dave could only guess what he looked like when Karl smiled and touched his cheek. "Thank you," he said quietly, still smiling. "I haven't laughed that much in ages." "You're welcome." Dave smiled back, amazed at how easy the expression was. He caught sight of Orlando, who still leaned against the bar pouting as he sipped his wine, and chuckled. "Don't think Orlando appreciates the humor, though." Karl didn't seem too concerned. He settled himself next to Harry, pulled Dave on Harry's other side. "Orlando knows he's more than welcome to join us when he gets finished sulking," Karl stated, tracing his tongue along Harry's neck. "Karl..." "Hush, Harry, I haven't tasted you in hours." "I should be insanely jealous right now," Orlando said with a soft laugh as he set his glass down and strolled to the sofa. He stood there, a knee brushing Harry's leg. Dave watched silently, not quite sure what he should do. A touch on his leg drew his eyes, and Harry's hand settled on his knee. Orlando's foot pushed against Karl's. "Behave, love. Poor Dave looks lost." Karl sighed, settled for running his hand along Harry's chest. "He's going to have to get used to it. It's not like we've been subtle up to now in front of him." "Yes, but that was before," Harry said. "We're still trying to figure out dynamics here." "He has a point." Orlando dropped onto the sofa, sitting half on Harry's lap, half on Karl's. He wiggled and squirmed until he worked his way in between them. "And yes, you do, too," he continued when Karl opened his mouth. "Dave will have to get used to it, just like I did. But Christ, Karl, a little subtlety until everyone's used to the new whatever-we-have-here would be nice." "And subtlety is something I do so well. Sorry, Dave. But, you've...well, I guess you've had Harry...or part of him. He's just..." Karl shrugged, tried to look repentant, but the mischief in his eyes betrayed his serious tone. "Addicting." Dave grinned across the bodies separating them. "Like to think I can control myself a little better than that, though." Orlando rolled his eyes and leaned close to Harry, whispering softly in Harry's ear and digging an elbow into Karl's ribs at the same time. Harry nodded, gave Orlando a quick kiss before shifting to completely face Dave. Oh boy... The full force of those amber eyes hit him like a hurricane, and the lips that closed over his sucked him right into the storm. His hands gripped Harry's arms tightly, and his lips parted for Harry's questing tongue. He was only vaguely aware of soft laughter from nearby as his senses were yanked into concise focus by Harry's kiss. "Yeah, I'd say that's definitely more control than you have," Orlando said softly. Karl just nodded, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter. "Yeah, I can see that." Dave couldn't even summon the breath to tell Karl to fuck off. He was still dazed by the raw power of Harry's kiss. He blinked as Orlando's grinning face appeared over Harry's shoulder. "Lesson number one," Orlando told him, tilting his chin to rest it against Harry's. "Never make comments like that if you can't back them up. I had to learn it the hard way, too." Dave nodded. He wouldn't forget it again. "Um, thanks," he managed to croak out. "Are we actually going to decide anything, or just have a big make out section on my sofa?" Karl asked, resting back into the cushions and pulling Orlando with him. "You say that like it's a bad thing," Harry remarked, leaning over Orlando to settle his mouth over Karl's for a leisurely kiss. Dave just watched in silence, and looked at them. Really looked at them, looked at the way they moved together, taking and giving, fluid purity in every small movement. It was insanely beautiful. Harry finally lifted his head, brushed his hand over the sweep of Karl's jaw, sat up. "What we do is entirely up to Dave and you know that." "Well then," Orlando said, sounding much too cheery for Dave's liking. "Why don't we ask Dave what he wants?" Dave swallowed and tried to smile as three pairs of eyes turned towards him. First chance he got, he was going to get Orlando alone somewhere and beat him. A softly cleared throat drew his attention back and he could tell that they were waiting for him to say something. "I, um...well, that is...fuck." "We could do that," Karl said. "Dammit, Karl..." "What? I'm merely saying that's an option." Harry didn't even turn in Karl's direction, but Dave could see that damn smile playing at his lips. "What do you want, cariad?" Harry asked him, cupping his cheek with a roughened hand. Dave turned his head just enough to brush his lips across Harry's palm while keeping his eyes locked with Harry's. "You." His eyes shifted to look at Karl and Orlando briefly before returning to Harry. "And if having you means accepting them, well...so be it." Harry inclined his head briefly, thumb slowly stroking over the soft skin of Dave's cheek. The room faded, the universe faded. There was only Harry and Harry's eyes, his body, his hands. "And you're prepared to accept everything?" Dave's hands shot up to grab Harry's head and hold it still so he could look at Harry. "I want you," Dave repeated. "And I will accept whatever it takes to have you. Period." "Sounds like a yes to me," Orlando murmured as he shifted against Karl. Karl nodded. "Hell, I'm ready to send for Viggo now." Dave ignored them, focused only on Harry, on Harry's lips moving back over his, Harry's tongue sweeping through his mouth. He would never get enough of this. Orlando smiled, leaned back against Karl. "Now I know why Dom was so amused with me," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Karl's cheek. Dave's hands curled in Harry's hair, his tongue moved to tangle with Harry's, and he melted. There was no other word for it. One second he was sitting normally, the next he was leaning against Harry, letting Harry support his body. Harry kissed him like there was nothing on earth he'd rather be doing, like Dave's mouth was the only thing of importance. It was exhilarating, exciting...and humbling. At this moment, true or not, Dave felt like the center of Harry's universe. Harry ended the kiss slowly, resting his forehead against Dave's. "How does next Sunday sound?" Dave blinked, still dazed. "Sounds perfect," he breathed. "Good. I'll talk to Viggo and Sean." Dave nodded, not quite coherent enough to form full sentences. Orlando nudged Harry with a foot. "Congratulations. And I'm going to miss seeing Vig's face when you tell him, aren't I? Damn, I miss all the good stuff." "Sorry." But Dave could tell Harry really wasn't. Karl kissed Orlando's pout. "You've been the center of attention for long enough. Time to give someone else a shot." Orlando sighed dramatically. "I just wanted to see Viggo's face when he finds out." He looked at Karl. "You're giving details." Dave smiled and shifted so he could see Orlando. "Is he always this demanding?" "Yes." The answer was simultaneous. "I am not!" Orlando's answer was immediate and rather indignant sounding. "You've spoiled him," Dave laughed when Orlando stuck his tongue out. "He's spoiled him." Harry cocked his head at Karl, who, Dave noticed, didn't deny it. "I would have thought," Dave said to Harry, still grinning, "that you would have fixed that by now." Orlando just lifted his chin, and pretended to ignore them. Not the easiest task in the world for him as Karl's hand slid around his waist and stopped, fingers toying with the ring through the thin material of Orlando's shirt. "Are you going to sulk now?" Karl asked, his voice teasing the skin of Orlando's neck. "No," Orlando murmured, as he fought to stay still. Dave watched, fascinated. He looked at Harry and arched an eyebrow. "He wasn't joking about that, was he?" "No, he wasn't." Harry's eyes gleamed. "And he's very pretty when he comes, too." "Are you serious?" Dave's eyes widened and moved back and forth between Harry and Orlando. Orlando paid them no attention, his eyes closing, his head falling back to rest on Karl's shoulder. One hand moved to knead Karl's thigh, the other gripped the back of the sofa as Karl's hand slid under his shirt, working the material up just enough to expose Orlando's stomach. Harry pushed Dave back on the cushions, kissed him gently. "Just watch." The next second, his lips were on Orlando's navel, sucking the gold ring into his mouth, as Karl bent Orlando's head back, snaring Orlando's mouth with his own. Orlando's yelp was muffled by Karl's mouth. One hand shifted to tangle in the hair brushing his abdomen and his body arched, almost violently, against Harry's mouth. Watching Karl and Harry with Orlando was one of the most beautiful sights Dave thought he'd ever have the pleasure of seeing. The three of them moved sinuously together, and, from where Dave was sitting, it was obvious that Orlando was thoroughly enjoying the attention. His soft whimpers and moans filled the air even though he was still fully clothed and neither vampire had touched him below the waist. Dave sat and watched, silent, and was startled to feel himself getting aroused. Harry continued his rhythmic sucking, pausing only every so often to flick his thumb over the ring before drawing it back in his mouth. Orlando writhed and moaned under Harry's mouth, into Karl's, body twisting. Harry grabbed him by the hips to hold him still, seemed to work on Orlando in earnest and Dave could see Orlando sucking Karl's tongue with a ferocity that was absolutely erotic as hell. Dave almost felt like he was on the brink of coming himself when Orlando stiffened under Harry's mouth, his moan of release swallowed by Karl. Dave cleared his throat, licked his lips. That had been...well. Actually, Dave wasn't sure there was a word for it. Orlando whimpered softly, sagged against Karl. Gentle hands stroked his stomach, his cheeks, while warm lips kissed his forehead, eyes, chin, mouth. "One of these days," he mumbled, voice weak, "you two are going to kill me doing that." "And wouldn't that be a lovely way to go," Harry answered, stretching to give Orlando an affectionate kiss. Dave was further shocked, although he didn't know why at this point, when Karl joined in the kiss. Watching the three of them tangle tongues was just...beyond. Dave was uncomfortably hard when Harry pulled back, focused dark eyes back on him. "You want me to take care of that for you?" he asked, running a light finger over Dave's inseam. Dave shivered. He was only vaguely aware of Orlando curling against Karl and mumbling something about wet, sticky denim. Whatever it was didn't matter. All that mattered was Harry touching him, kissing him, doing whatever to him. "You...I..." Orlando and Karl were still there, only a few feet away. And Dave no longer cared. "Please," he whispered, beyond caring how desperate he sounded. Gentle hands unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pushed them and boxers over his hips. Harry looked at Dave for a long moment, seemed to have a very short internal debate before nodding and stating, "I want to taste you again," and slid off the sofa. Dave didn't even have time to marvel at Harry Sinclair on his knees in front of him before his cock was devoured in cavernous, wet heat. Bloody hell... Dave let out a strangled groan as his head fell back, his hands fisted in hair, and his hips bucked upwards. Fuck all, but he was never going to get enough of Harry's mouth. Ever. Soft tongue, warm lips, suction...Dave wondered if Harry was trying to suck his soul out, which would be fine with him as long as Harry kept doing exactly...oh. Yes, that. Lips touched his jaw and Dave's eyes flew open, saw Karl smiling at him. Dave could see Orlando, watching, from the corner of his eye. And then Karl's lips were on his, Karl's tongue was tracing his mouth, and Dave promptly forgot everything else. Heat surrounding his cock, heat poured into his mouth, so much that Dave knew he'd be ashes, mere dust, in a minute. Couldn't bite back his moans, couldn't control his hips, just thrust his cock into Harry's welcoming mouth, twisted his tongue with Karl's, and let pure sensation sweep through him in an indescribable orgasm that left him drained and sated. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely remember how to breathe. A lovely, hard body slid up his and then Harry's tongue was there, joining Karl's, teasing Dave's as strong hands swept over him, easing the tiny shudders that wracked him. "That was," he mumbled as Harry kissed his neck and Karl's lips moved over his cheek, "was...wow." "That was nothing," Karl murmured in his ear. Harry ran his parted lips up Dave's throat. "Wait until we're bound," he growled, and the words sent another shiver over Dave's body. Oh God...bound... Harry in his mind, Karl in his mind... How the hell did Orlando do it? "I may not survive." Dave gave a weak laugh and ran his hand up Harry's side. "Now you sound like me." Orlando, curled up in the corner of the sofa watching with those dark, expressive eyes. Dave had almost forgotten he was there. "It's not bad though. Well, not until you're in bed and they both just reach in and snatch your brain right out of your head. That tends to scramble your wits some." "As if you had any to scramble," Harry joked. "You about ready to leave, cariad? It's dawn soon and it's a bit of a drive to your house." "Why isn't he staying with you yet?" Karl asked, looking a bit puzzled. "Because I didn't know for certain. What, you think I'm just going to move him in without asking him first, without that commitment?" "Sometimes you're too old-fashioned for your own good," Karl stated, running his finger along Harry's cheek. Dave looked at Karl, looked at Harry. "Move in? With you?" Orlando smiled, shook his head before curling up against Karl's side once more. "Oh, yeah, he sounds a lot like I did. Poor Dave." Harry glanced at Dave. "You thought we were going to live apart?" "I didn't know. I thought..." Dave shook his head. "I'm not sure what I thought. And I didn't want to assume...since you said you wanted to do this right." "Which is why..." Harry paused, glared at Karl "...you're not moving in until next Sunday. We can talk more about this tomorrow." "Oh." Dave noticed the glare. He lifted his hips just enough to pull his trousers up, busied himself with zipping them. Orlando lifted his head, smiled at Dave. "You look a little lost." His eyes shifted to Harry, regarded him soberly. "Don't forget to talk to him." "You know I won't." Harry ruffled the curls of Orlando's hair, stood, held out his hand to Dave. "Come on, let's get you home." Dave slid his hand into Harry's and stood. "Don't suppose I could talk you into staying there this time, could I?" "And you say I have a one-track mind?" Orlando snorted and buried his face in the curve of Karl's shoulder. Harry brushed the back of Dave's knuckles with his lips. "Much as I'd love to, no. I don't have that much restraint." "Didn't think so." Dave sighed, shrugged. "Worth a shot." Karl laughed as Orlando's muffled words drifted out to them. "I hated having to wait. That sucked beyond belief." Harry bent, tapped Orlando's chin with a blunt finger. "That's because you haven't got any patience, love." He kissed Orlando goodbye, then Karl. "Let's go then." "Not until I get my kiss from Dave." Karl lifted a shoulder when Dave turned wide eyes to him. "You've got exceptional lips, child. I find I rather like them." Dave looked at Harry, who simply smiled. Okay, then... Karl wanted a kiss. Christ. What had he got himself into here? Dave bent, brushed his lips across Karl's, started to straighten. He was only mildly surprised when Karl's hand shot out and curled around his arm, pulling him back down. "Don't get shy on me now," Karl whispered, flicked his tongue along Dave's bottom lip, running his fingers along the inside of Dave's elbow. "Unless you'd rather put those lips of yours someplace else." "You wish." Dave grinned, then his lips covered Karl's. Yes, kissing Karl was like kissing a less intense version of Harry. Different taste, but still rather nice. His tongue made a lazy, thorough exploration of Karl's mouth and, before he pulled back, he felt Orlando's lips softly touch his cheek. "Much better." Karl settled back on the sofa, let go of Dave's arm. Orlando ducked his head back under Karl's chin, smiling. "I'd call you both shameless whores, but you'd just take it as a compliment," Harry stated, taking Dave's hand again. "Can we leave now?" "Sure." Dave squeezed Harry's fingers, waved goodbye to Karl and Orlando. Orlando lifted his head, gave Dave a wink and Harry an impish smile before looking at Karl. "When he said shameless whores, was he talking about you and Dave or you and me?" "I think he was talking about all of us, actually," Karl said. Harry merely shook his head, and pulled a laughing Dave out the door. Onto Part Eleven main Consummated page If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!