Title: "Dirty Pretty Things" Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom Rating: NC-17 Summary: Karl springs his trap. Sequel to The Usual Suspects. Disclaimer: Never happened. Notes: A remix/backstory of Bitter Pill by Airgiodslv. This story is a part of the Lotrips Web Project. Karl waits until he's balls deep, slitherhot, inside Orlando's ass before he springs his trap. "Which one is it?" he asks, tugging on Orlando's chin with gentle fingers until hazy, dark eyes focus on his through the mirror's reflection. The sheets are tangled at the foot of the bed, neither wanted nor needed, as Karl flexes his buttocks, slides deeper into slicktight heat. "Wh-whazzat...unngh...fuck." Orlando mewls, plaintive and perfect, lips parted, sweat trickling across a high forehead. Perfect and debauched and filled with Karl's cock. Minute thrust, followed by a sharp nip of teeth on Orlando's shoulder. "Which one do you want?" "Which..." Another moan, golden throat working, as Orlando pushes down, sleek skin shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight that spears through the folds of the curtains in warm trails. "You wanna talk now?" "Right here, right now." Karl's lips find the jackrabbit pulse at Orlando's throat, skates his fingers along a smooth chest. He rests, comfortable and secure, deep inside Orlando's ass. As sure of his welcome as he is that Orlando is his, has always belonged to him, even before they'd gotten together. "It's Elijah, isn't it?" Orlando doesn't pretend to misunderstand, just acquiesces with a nod. His head falls back on Karl's shoulder and warm lips nuzzle just under Karl's ear. "'Member what you said...about him...being flexible?" Yeah, Karl remembers. Remembers every word of the conversation, remembers how Orlando's eyes had darkened, breath had quickened. Remembered that they'd barely made it up to Karl's room before they'd slammed each other against the wall, had each other with a hunger that still makes Karl's breath stutter, his palms sweat. This beautiful, dark creature is his -- a perfect equal with an appetite that matches Karl's in every way. "You want to fuck him?" Karl asks -- not really a question -- slides out, pushes back in, just to feel muscled walls tightening around him, just to hear Orlando whimper for him again. "Want to fuck him while you fuck me." Orlando's eyes find his in the mirror, and Karl finds himself as ensnared as always by what he sees. "And I want you to get him for me." "I'm not the one he wants." But it doesn't stop the sharp thrill from tangling inside him at the thought of wrapping Elijah around him in velvet chains of desire until he'd beg for release from whomever would give it to him. Orlando clenches, thighs tightly wound as he inches back, embraces Karl's cock, wraps his fingers over Karl's. Together they watch as their hands run over Orlando's sweat-damp skin, from chest to abs to the glistening nest of curls that frames Orlando's slickhard cock. "Get him for me," Orlando commands, eyes bright with desire and greed. Onto Careful What You Wish For If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!