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azewewish & idiosyncratic
Series Title: "Changes" (Part Eight)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair (Jake Gyllenhaal)
Rating: R
Summary: Jake puts on a show. Claimed Universe Piece.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don’t exist. And we doubt that Harry and Orlando are fucking each other, let alone have their hooks in Jake. But you never know.
"And I've crossed the line again
A line I drew in sand
Still you give me everything"
-- Depeche Mode
Jake looked up and gave them a shy smile when they stepped inside. Again, Orlando was speechless as a chaotic combination of need, want and lust slammed into him. He wondered if Jake had any idea just how gorgeous he was.
"Sorry we took so long," Orlando said when he found his voice again. He glanced over as Harry moved further into the room, collecting the bottle of MacCallan that was waiting on the table.
"S'okay." Jake smiled again, eyes flicking between Orlando and Harry. He was nervous, that much was obvious, and Orlando wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to say.
"I trust you’ve explored to your heart’s content?"
Jake smiled -- small, but genuine -- at Harry’s comment, and Orlando could see it was having the desired effect. "I don’t think I’ve ever been in a room quite this, well, big," Jake said, using a sweeping gesture to indicate the size.
Harry flicked the buttons of his wrist cuffs, rolling each one up to the elbow. "We’ll need the room," he winked, and made himself at home on the sofa. Orlando could practically see the sexual energy pulsing from him, see the need that Jake didn't try to contain.
"I, um... yeah." Jake cast a glance from Harry’s slouched form to Orlando. "You two don’t waste much time, do you? I mean, not that you should, or that I did, really, but, are you guys really gonna bite me?"
"Do you want us to?" Orlando strolled over, and took the bottle from Harry. Ignored the look he got as he picked up a glass, poured some, then handed the bottle back.
//Little one...//
"We can take it slow, if you want," he continued, deliberately not looking at Harry. He wished he had a better idea of what he was supposed to do. Dave had never brought this up during Orlando's 'training' sessions.
"Well, I dunno, really." Jake shrugged, somehow making the motion both elegant and sexy as hell. "On the one hand, I just met you guys and I’m really not the type that picks up strange men -- or vampires -- even if they are..." Another sweeping hand gesture "...well, y’know, look like the two of you. And, well, on the other, I mean, look at the two of you. It's like a smorgasbord of sexy."
//I think he babbles almost as much as you do.//
//I do not babble.// Dark eyes flashed with indignation as Orlando glared at Harry. Smug bastard. Counting to ten, Orlando turned back to Jake and smiled. "Would you believe me if I said I know exactly how you feel?"
Jake gave him a skeptical look, but Orlando continued smiling as he sipped the scotch. Vile stuff, really, but it wasn't like he had many options at the moment.
"It's true. Less than a year ago, he was in your position." Harry grinned as Orlando rolled his eyes. Jake just continued to look not quite convinced.
"Seriously," Orlando said, giving Harry another look. //You could help me out here, you know.// "If you want to take this slowly, we will. It's your choice. We'll never force you into anything, or push you faster than you're comfortable going."
"I said I trusted you both and I still do." Jake seemed insulted that the issue had even been brought up again. Orlando watched as Jake started licking on his lower lip again and rocking back on his heels. "So, about the biting thing...do you have to...?"
"No, we don’t bite you," Harry replied, in a gentle voice that he normally only reserved for Orlando. "But you do have to drink from one of us if you’d like to do anything more than foreplay. Vampires are very intense, especially sexually," he explained, sipping his Scotch straight from the bottle. "Without a little of our blood, we could kill you. And that’s the last thing we want."
"Kill...whoa." Jake's eyes went wide, and Orlando felt a pang of sympathy.
"Again, it's your choice," Orlando murmured, coming up to stand behind Jake. So fucking warm. And he smelled good, all spicy and clean. When Jake stiffened, then relaxed, Orlando smiled, and his eyes flicked to Harry. "You don't have to, but...I...I'd like to make you...our companion."
"Companion, huh? And, um..." Jake swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, and Orlando followed the movement with hungry eyes. "If you...what about...if I wanted...do I have to, with, um, both...?"
"You only need to feed from one of us," Harry said. Jake seemed to relax even more, which was a grand thing, in Orlando’s opinion. "But you'll be bound to both of us, and we can both have you, if that’s what you want."
"Who wouldn’t?"
The fast retort surprised a laugh out of Harry, who simply threw his head back, baring his throat. Orlando could see Jake’s attention zero in on that bit of golden skin.
"Would you like to taste him?" Orlando dropped his voice, stepped closer to Jake. "Vampires have very sensitive necks."
"Yeah?" Jake swallowed again, focus still riveted by the sight of Harry's bare throat, and Orlando could feel the lust building in him. Without speaking, he nudged Jake in Harry's direction and followed.
Harry set the bottle on the side table and waited, not moving except to let his legs fall apart. Jake stepped between them, then glanced back at Orlando. A soft hand caressed his brow, and Orlando shivered into the contact. "Do we do this now or...?"
Harry came to the rescue. "Whenever you’d like," he said, and skimmed a hand along Jake’s thigh. "Now, an hour from now, tomorrow...whenever you’d like for us to take you."
"I think...now." Jake gave a firm nod and glanced at Harry with a greedy, small smile. "I don't, um, want to have to stop later to, you know."
"A good idea," Harry responded, and echoed the smile. "Orlando?"
Orlando caught Jake's hand, and turned him so they were facing each other, pressing his lips against the center of Jake's palm. Easy, take it slow, don't spook him. Fuck, though, it was hard to remember that Jake was mortal. One hand slipped behind Jake's neck, tugged him closer until their lips were almost touching. //Harry?//
//Just a small amount of your blood, no more. Look at him, remind him again that it’s his choice. Make him say it out loud.//
Look, choice, out loud, right. Got it. He hoped. He skimmed a kiss across Jake’s parted lips, almost groaned at the sweet taste. Control, moron. "Do..." Orlando cleared his throat and tried again. "Do you choose to, um, be our companion?"
He had no idea what he was saying, but it must’ve been alright, because he could feel Harry reassuring him through their bond. Jake didn’t even hesitate, bringing their lips together for another light kiss as he murmured the yes into Orlando’s mouth.
Orlando almost sighed in relief. Then he felt Harry's foot nudge his ankle. What? Oh. Oh, right. Blood. Keeping his eyes locked with Jake's, Orlando lifted his wrist to his mouth, bit into it, then held it out to Jake. "Hurry," he said, tongue sliding over his bottom lip. "Before it starts to heal."
There was no hesitation when Jake curled long fingers around Orlando's forearm and brought it to his own mouth. When his lips fastened over the wound, Orlando swayed. The world bottomed out from under him, as it always did when another fed from him, but there was something different about this. Not soul-searingly intense, like when Harry or Karl or Dave bit him, but there was...something. A connection that rocked Orlando on his heels, had Jake whimpering even as he continued to lap at the blood welling in Orlando’s wrist.
//Now, little one...//
It was with extreme reluctance that Orlando pulled his wrist away. Jake blinked slowly, the cobalt of his eyes darkening to black. His lips were stained red. The temptation was far too much to resist.
With a soft growl, Orlando sank his fingers into dark hair and took. Jake leaned into him, his own hands clutching at Orlando's waist. The kiss at the club was nothing compared to this one. Sunlight and shadow, fire, heat...and when the bond between the three of them settled into place with what felt like an audible click, Orlando could have sworn that the ground shook beneath his feet.
Orlando lifted his head, brushing Jake’s hair back from a high forehead. "How do you feel?" he asked, voice shaky.
"Um..." Jake cocked his head, then gave a little laugh. "Oh wow, this is...there’s like an echo. I can feel you, both of you." The smile he bestowed on Orlando and Harry was blinding. "Is this what it’s like for the two of you?"
"More," Harry replied.
"Wow. Don’t think I could survive that." Jake leaned in for another quick slide over Orlando’s lips. "Is it alright if I taste him now?" he whispered, the low sound sending shockwaves along Orlando’s nerves.
"Please." Another gentle nudge had Jake turning to straddle Harry's lap. When Orlando reached to touch Jake's shoulders, he saw his hands were shaking. Not much, but enough to make him blink.
"Would you tip your head back again?" Jake asked. He smiled when Harry obliged, baring his throat. And Orlando had to swallow hard as Jake's lips touched Harry's throat for the first time, and he got a double dose of the sensation.
//Soft lips.//
//Yeah.// Orlando smiled, watched hungrily as Jake's lips slid up Harry's throat and across his jaw. He could feel Harry’s pleasure, Jake’s delight, and fuck all, but this had to rank right up there with the most erotic sights of all time. And everyone was still fully clothed. Orlando had no idea how he was going to handle the three of them naked.
//As much as possible, I hope.//
Orlando narrowed his eyes, met Harry’s amused grin, then blinked when Harry captured Jake’s lips in one of his patented bone-melting, skin-grafting kisses. He watched in hungry fascination as Jake whimpered, went pliant, then surged into the kiss, like he'd been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Jake buried his hands in the thick fall of Harry's hair, moaned again -- a low sound, that was matched by Harry's satisfied growl, as they surged together.
Orlando could feel the intensity of it through the new bond, he grinned as he dropped down on the sofa beside Harry. With a better view of the kiss, his smile faded. Now that was hot. And since Orlando was greedy -- and had never really denied it -- he leaned in to join them. Jake transferred the whimper from Harry’s mouth to Orlando’s then back to Harry, and the sound...fuck all, but it was enough to make a lesser man beg.
Harry gentled the kiss, slippery tongues lazily sliding across each other as Jake kept making those little noises, transferring his attentions from Harry to Orlando and back again with reckless abandon. When Harry finally lifted his head, Orlando nearly whimpered himself at the hot, possessive look in glittering amaretto eyes. "Very nice," Harry murmured, skimming his nails along the hollow of Jake’s throat.
Jake's head fell back, and he shivered under Harry's touch. Orlando just smiled, leaned in to nuzzle the spot just below Jake's ear.
"Better than nice," he whispered, tongue darting over warm skin. Salt and citrus. Orlando could almost smell the copper tinge of blood just below tanned skin. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes.
And felt a sharp pain lance through his jaw.
No. Jake didn't want that. He'd said so. Orlando had to pull back for a moment. He shook his head, tried to re-center himself.
//Little one?//
//M'fine. Just...yeah. I'm good.//
//You sure?// Orlando didn’t need to look up to know that Harry was concerned. He could feel the bloodlust coursing through him, hot and insidious, and took another breath. Control. Had to have control.
"Maybe we should take this someplace more comfortable," Harry said, giving Jake another soft kiss. Harry used the distraction to give Orlando’s hand a gentle squeeze, wordlessly letting him know that he was there. Orlando was grateful for both the touch and the reassurance.
Jake glanced at the two of them again, lust and need making his voice thick, rough. "More comfortable would be nice."
Thank God for Harry. Orlando needed the few moments it took to get their limbs untangled and everyone off the sofa. A few more deep breaths, another squeeze of his fingers by Harry, and Orlando was able to stand without shaking.
Well, almost.
His hands were still a trifle unsteady, but he doubted Jake would notice. And if he did, doubtless he'd know why. Now, Harry had something about comfortable...
"Why do I get the feeling that your definition of comfortable involves us doing all the work?" Orlando winked at Harry, trying to regain his bearings as he nudged Jake towards the bedroom.
"What’s your hurry?" Jake asked, winking over his shoulder. He turned, shadows in the hallway caressing his skin as he shrugged out of his shirt, fingers dancing over every button. Orlando could only stare, transfixed at the sight of gloriously bare skin stretching over sleek muscles.
Harry smirked. "Love, I do believe he means to toy with us." He didn’t bother to flip the switch on the bedroom wall. The moonlight flooding through the partially open curtains was light enough.
"Only as long as we all enjoy it," Jake replied. He ran long fingers along his ribcage, across a flat stomach and paused at the top button of his jeans. "Should I continue?" Both dare and invitation.
"By all means," Orlando murmured, eyes raking Jake's bare torso. Fuck, but he was put together well. And a bit of a tease, as well. //He's almost as cocky as I was.//
//More cocky.//
//More?//
Harry winked at Orlando before returning his attention to Jake. //You didn’t know you were getting two of us. He does.//
One button was flicked open, followed by another, revealing dark hair, golden skin.
Ah, Christ. Orlando swallowed hard, mouth bone dry as Jake slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He could feel Harry's amusement, ignored it. Damned if he was going to be distracted from the show. Then the last button was free, and Jake hooked his thumbs into the waistband. "More?" he asked, smiling at the both of them, unconsciously echoing Orlando's silent question.
"Please," Orlando said, and so what if it came out a touch breathless. He had reason, damn it.
"Though," Jake continued, tapping his thigh, and gazing at the ceiling, "it's a bit unfair that I'm the only one getting naked, don't you think?"
"Well, we’d hate to distract you," Harry replied, low voice wrapping them all in a web of sex and sin. Most nights, Orlando thought he could come from just hearing Harry talk. Combine it with the sight of Jake sliding tight jeans down leanly muscled legs, and...fuck, but it should be illegal to look that pretty naked. And Jake was so fucking pretty it almost hurt to look at him.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Orlando breathed, slowly circling Jake. He let his eyes roam the length of Jake's body, controlled himself just enough to keep his fingers from doing the same. Not yet.
"Not too shabby yourself," Jake said. Orlando looked up and met Jake's gaze, let himself drown for a moment in dark, cobalt depths.
"You should see him naked," Harry replied. "Would you like to undress him?"
"Could, um," Jake licked his lips again, and Orlando’s eyes hungrily followed the movement. "Could I watch you undress each other?"
Harry’s smile was angelic. "Of course." He crooked a finger at Orlando, eyebrow raised in enticement. "Make yourself comfortable." //Up to giving him a little lesson?//
//Question is, do you think I can control myself?// Orlando grinned as Harry laughed. Sadly enough, it wasn't all that absurd of a question. Harry was Harry, and the entire world knew that Orlando had less than no control where he was concerned.
As Jake settled on the bed, sprawling in the middle to watch, Orlando approached Harry. "You two are so hot," Jake sighed, curling a comfortable hand around his semi-erect cock. Not stroking, just resting, clearly intending to enjoy himself. "Are all vampires this hot?"
"Some," Harry winked. "Now pay attention, plentyn." He moved into Orlando’s space, tilting Orlando’s head back to nuzzle along his throat. //Undress me, love.//
Both hands slid along Harry's chest, easing each button free with a laziness that was close to maddening. But Orlando wasn’t going to rush this. Jake wanted a show, he was going to get one. Even as he provided one of his own, fingers curled around his cock, twitching as they slid over his balls.
//What's that you called him?// Orlando smiled, shook his head as Jake echoed him in his head. Interesting side effect.
//Child// Harry replied, skimming heated lips along Orlando’s neck. He stepped into the touches, started unbuttoning Orlando’s shirt with careful, precise movements. Orlando shivered slightly, even though it was nice and warm in the room.
//Everyone's a child to you.// A cheeky grin delivered as Orlando slid Harry's shirt off his shoulders, down muscled arms. Sighed softly at the sight of Harry naked from the waist up. Fuck all, but it was still the most beautiful thing Orlando had ever seen.
"Jesus..." Orlando almost turned, startled at Jake's shocked whisper. Then he blinked, looked closely at Harry. Ah, yes. The scars. Bit unnerving at first.
"I was mortal once." Harry’s voice was gentle as he addressed Jake. "I got these a long time ago."
"I see." Jake continued to roam over the muscled expanse of Harry’s chest and stomach, lust and concern warring in his voice. "How long ago?"
"Over 800 years," Harry replied softly, and Orlando didn’t need to turn to know that Jake was staring at Harry in awe.
Stifling laughter, Orlando slid his fingers along each scar, lingering at the star-shaped one over Harry's heart. //God help us if he ever meets Viggo.//
Harry laughed again, the sound low and wicked in the quiet. His smile was even more wicked, and Orlando leaned in to taste it, to flick his tongue over razor sharp fangs as Jake watched.
"The two of you are so hot together," Jake murmured, repeating himself, lust snapping through his bond.
//Christ, Harry, can you feel him?// Orlando didn’t wait for an answer, just plunged his hands in Harry’s hair and kissed him, slanting greedy lips over Harry’s, tongues dueling and sliding together. When he lifted his head, he wasn’t surprised to find that his shirt had fallen to the carpet and that his trousers were unbuttoned.
"More?" Harry asked Jake, curling calloused fingers around Orlando’s cock. It took every bit of control Orlando possessed not to moan.
"Please." It was a soft whisper, almost too soft to be heard, but Orlando didn't need to hear it. He could feel it. And Jake's need, combined with Harry's fingers sliding over him, was almost too much to handle.
He fumbled with the button to Harry's slacks, finally got it undone. Had to stop to catch his breath when Harry's wrist flicked. //Jesus, Harry...not yet...//
//Right now. Want him to watch you come.//
(To Be Continued...)
Authors:
azewewish & idiosyncraticSeries Title: "Changes" (Part Eight)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair (Jake Gyllenhaal)
Rating: R
Summary: Jake puts on a show. Claimed Universe Piece.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don’t exist. And we doubt that Harry and Orlando are fucking each other, let alone have their hooks in Jake. But you never know.
"And I've crossed the line again
A line I drew in sand
Still you give me everything"
-- Depeche Mode
Jake looked up and gave them a shy smile when they stepped inside. Again, Orlando was speechless as a chaotic combination of need, want and lust slammed into him. He wondered if Jake had any idea just how gorgeous he was.
"Sorry we took so long," Orlando said when he found his voice again. He glanced over as Harry moved further into the room, collecting the bottle of MacCallan that was waiting on the table.
"S'okay." Jake smiled again, eyes flicking between Orlando and Harry. He was nervous, that much was obvious, and Orlando wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to say.
"I trust you’ve explored to your heart’s content?"
Jake smiled -- small, but genuine -- at Harry’s comment, and Orlando could see it was having the desired effect. "I don’t think I’ve ever been in a room quite this, well, big," Jake said, using a sweeping gesture to indicate the size.
Harry flicked the buttons of his wrist cuffs, rolling each one up to the elbow. "We’ll need the room," he winked, and made himself at home on the sofa. Orlando could practically see the sexual energy pulsing from him, see the need that Jake didn't try to contain.
"I, um... yeah." Jake cast a glance from Harry’s slouched form to Orlando. "You two don’t waste much time, do you? I mean, not that you should, or that I did, really, but, are you guys really gonna bite me?"
"Do you want us to?" Orlando strolled over, and took the bottle from Harry. Ignored the look he got as he picked up a glass, poured some, then handed the bottle back.
//Little one...//
"We can take it slow, if you want," he continued, deliberately not looking at Harry. He wished he had a better idea of what he was supposed to do. Dave had never brought this up during Orlando's 'training' sessions.
"Well, I dunno, really." Jake shrugged, somehow making the motion both elegant and sexy as hell. "On the one hand, I just met you guys and I’m really not the type that picks up strange men -- or vampires -- even if they are..." Another sweeping hand gesture "...well, y’know, look like the two of you. And, well, on the other, I mean, look at the two of you. It's like a smorgasbord of sexy."
//I think he babbles almost as much as you do.//
//I do not babble.// Dark eyes flashed with indignation as Orlando glared at Harry. Smug bastard. Counting to ten, Orlando turned back to Jake and smiled. "Would you believe me if I said I know exactly how you feel?"
Jake gave him a skeptical look, but Orlando continued smiling as he sipped the scotch. Vile stuff, really, but it wasn't like he had many options at the moment.
"It's true. Less than a year ago, he was in your position." Harry grinned as Orlando rolled his eyes. Jake just continued to look not quite convinced.
"Seriously," Orlando said, giving Harry another look. //You could help me out here, you know.// "If you want to take this slowly, we will. It's your choice. We'll never force you into anything, or push you faster than you're comfortable going."
"I said I trusted you both and I still do." Jake seemed insulted that the issue had even been brought up again. Orlando watched as Jake started licking on his lower lip again and rocking back on his heels. "So, about the biting thing...do you have to...?"
"No, we don’t bite you," Harry replied, in a gentle voice that he normally only reserved for Orlando. "But you do have to drink from one of us if you’d like to do anything more than foreplay. Vampires are very intense, especially sexually," he explained, sipping his Scotch straight from the bottle. "Without a little of our blood, we could kill you. And that’s the last thing we want."
"Kill...whoa." Jake's eyes went wide, and Orlando felt a pang of sympathy.
"Again, it's your choice," Orlando murmured, coming up to stand behind Jake. So fucking warm. And he smelled good, all spicy and clean. When Jake stiffened, then relaxed, Orlando smiled, and his eyes flicked to Harry. "You don't have to, but...I...I'd like to make you...our companion."
"Companion, huh? And, um..." Jake swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, and Orlando followed the movement with hungry eyes. "If you...what about...if I wanted...do I have to, with, um, both...?"
"You only need to feed from one of us," Harry said. Jake seemed to relax even more, which was a grand thing, in Orlando’s opinion. "But you'll be bound to both of us, and we can both have you, if that’s what you want."
"Who wouldn’t?"
The fast retort surprised a laugh out of Harry, who simply threw his head back, baring his throat. Orlando could see Jake’s attention zero in on that bit of golden skin.
"Would you like to taste him?" Orlando dropped his voice, stepped closer to Jake. "Vampires have very sensitive necks."
"Yeah?" Jake swallowed again, focus still riveted by the sight of Harry's bare throat, and Orlando could feel the lust building in him. Without speaking, he nudged Jake in Harry's direction and followed.
Harry set the bottle on the side table and waited, not moving except to let his legs fall apart. Jake stepped between them, then glanced back at Orlando. A soft hand caressed his brow, and Orlando shivered into the contact. "Do we do this now or...?"
Harry came to the rescue. "Whenever you’d like," he said, and skimmed a hand along Jake’s thigh. "Now, an hour from now, tomorrow...whenever you’d like for us to take you."
"I think...now." Jake gave a firm nod and glanced at Harry with a greedy, small smile. "I don't, um, want to have to stop later to, you know."
"A good idea," Harry responded, and echoed the smile. "Orlando?"
Orlando caught Jake's hand, and turned him so they were facing each other, pressing his lips against the center of Jake's palm. Easy, take it slow, don't spook him. Fuck, though, it was hard to remember that Jake was mortal. One hand slipped behind Jake's neck, tugged him closer until their lips were almost touching. //Harry?//
//Just a small amount of your blood, no more. Look at him, remind him again that it’s his choice. Make him say it out loud.//
Look, choice, out loud, right. Got it. He hoped. He skimmed a kiss across Jake’s parted lips, almost groaned at the sweet taste. Control, moron. "Do..." Orlando cleared his throat and tried again. "Do you choose to, um, be our companion?"
He had no idea what he was saying, but it must’ve been alright, because he could feel Harry reassuring him through their bond. Jake didn’t even hesitate, bringing their lips together for another light kiss as he murmured the yes into Orlando’s mouth.
Orlando almost sighed in relief. Then he felt Harry's foot nudge his ankle. What? Oh. Oh, right. Blood. Keeping his eyes locked with Jake's, Orlando lifted his wrist to his mouth, bit into it, then held it out to Jake. "Hurry," he said, tongue sliding over his bottom lip. "Before it starts to heal."
There was no hesitation when Jake curled long fingers around Orlando's forearm and brought it to his own mouth. When his lips fastened over the wound, Orlando swayed. The world bottomed out from under him, as it always did when another fed from him, but there was something different about this. Not soul-searingly intense, like when Harry or Karl or Dave bit him, but there was...something. A connection that rocked Orlando on his heels, had Jake whimpering even as he continued to lap at the blood welling in Orlando’s wrist.
//Now, little one...//
It was with extreme reluctance that Orlando pulled his wrist away. Jake blinked slowly, the cobalt of his eyes darkening to black. His lips were stained red. The temptation was far too much to resist.
With a soft growl, Orlando sank his fingers into dark hair and took. Jake leaned into him, his own hands clutching at Orlando's waist. The kiss at the club was nothing compared to this one. Sunlight and shadow, fire, heat...and when the bond between the three of them settled into place with what felt like an audible click, Orlando could have sworn that the ground shook beneath his feet.
Orlando lifted his head, brushing Jake’s hair back from a high forehead. "How do you feel?" he asked, voice shaky.
"Um..." Jake cocked his head, then gave a little laugh. "Oh wow, this is...there’s like an echo. I can feel you, both of you." The smile he bestowed on Orlando and Harry was blinding. "Is this what it’s like for the two of you?"
"More," Harry replied.
"Wow. Don’t think I could survive that." Jake leaned in for another quick slide over Orlando’s lips. "Is it alright if I taste him now?" he whispered, the low sound sending shockwaves along Orlando’s nerves.
"Please." Another gentle nudge had Jake turning to straddle Harry's lap. When Orlando reached to touch Jake's shoulders, he saw his hands were shaking. Not much, but enough to make him blink.
"Would you tip your head back again?" Jake asked. He smiled when Harry obliged, baring his throat. And Orlando had to swallow hard as Jake's lips touched Harry's throat for the first time, and he got a double dose of the sensation.
//Soft lips.//
//Yeah.// Orlando smiled, watched hungrily as Jake's lips slid up Harry's throat and across his jaw. He could feel Harry’s pleasure, Jake’s delight, and fuck all, but this had to rank right up there with the most erotic sights of all time. And everyone was still fully clothed. Orlando had no idea how he was going to handle the three of them naked.
//As much as possible, I hope.//
Orlando narrowed his eyes, met Harry’s amused grin, then blinked when Harry captured Jake’s lips in one of his patented bone-melting, skin-grafting kisses. He watched in hungry fascination as Jake whimpered, went pliant, then surged into the kiss, like he'd been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Jake buried his hands in the thick fall of Harry's hair, moaned again -- a low sound, that was matched by Harry's satisfied growl, as they surged together.
Orlando could feel the intensity of it through the new bond, he grinned as he dropped down on the sofa beside Harry. With a better view of the kiss, his smile faded. Now that was hot. And since Orlando was greedy -- and had never really denied it -- he leaned in to join them. Jake transferred the whimper from Harry’s mouth to Orlando’s then back to Harry, and the sound...fuck all, but it was enough to make a lesser man beg.
Harry gentled the kiss, slippery tongues lazily sliding across each other as Jake kept making those little noises, transferring his attentions from Harry to Orlando and back again with reckless abandon. When Harry finally lifted his head, Orlando nearly whimpered himself at the hot, possessive look in glittering amaretto eyes. "Very nice," Harry murmured, skimming his nails along the hollow of Jake’s throat.
Jake's head fell back, and he shivered under Harry's touch. Orlando just smiled, leaned in to nuzzle the spot just below Jake's ear.
"Better than nice," he whispered, tongue darting over warm skin. Salt and citrus. Orlando could almost smell the copper tinge of blood just below tanned skin. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes.
And felt a sharp pain lance through his jaw.
No. Jake didn't want that. He'd said so. Orlando had to pull back for a moment. He shook his head, tried to re-center himself.
//Little one?//
//M'fine. Just...yeah. I'm good.//
//You sure?// Orlando didn’t need to look up to know that Harry was concerned. He could feel the bloodlust coursing through him, hot and insidious, and took another breath. Control. Had to have control.
"Maybe we should take this someplace more comfortable," Harry said, giving Jake another soft kiss. Harry used the distraction to give Orlando’s hand a gentle squeeze, wordlessly letting him know that he was there. Orlando was grateful for both the touch and the reassurance.
Jake glanced at the two of them again, lust and need making his voice thick, rough. "More comfortable would be nice."
Thank God for Harry. Orlando needed the few moments it took to get their limbs untangled and everyone off the sofa. A few more deep breaths, another squeeze of his fingers by Harry, and Orlando was able to stand without shaking.
Well, almost.
His hands were still a trifle unsteady, but he doubted Jake would notice. And if he did, doubtless he'd know why. Now, Harry had something about comfortable...
"Why do I get the feeling that your definition of comfortable involves us doing all the work?" Orlando winked at Harry, trying to regain his bearings as he nudged Jake towards the bedroom.
"What’s your hurry?" Jake asked, winking over his shoulder. He turned, shadows in the hallway caressing his skin as he shrugged out of his shirt, fingers dancing over every button. Orlando could only stare, transfixed at the sight of gloriously bare skin stretching over sleek muscles.
Harry smirked. "Love, I do believe he means to toy with us." He didn’t bother to flip the switch on the bedroom wall. The moonlight flooding through the partially open curtains was light enough.
"Only as long as we all enjoy it," Jake replied. He ran long fingers along his ribcage, across a flat stomach and paused at the top button of his jeans. "Should I continue?" Both dare and invitation.
"By all means," Orlando murmured, eyes raking Jake's bare torso. Fuck, but he was put together well. And a bit of a tease, as well. //He's almost as cocky as I was.//
//More cocky.//
//More?//
Harry winked at Orlando before returning his attention to Jake. //You didn’t know you were getting two of us. He does.//
One button was flicked open, followed by another, revealing dark hair, golden skin.
Ah, Christ. Orlando swallowed hard, mouth bone dry as Jake slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He could feel Harry's amusement, ignored it. Damned if he was going to be distracted from the show. Then the last button was free, and Jake hooked his thumbs into the waistband. "More?" he asked, smiling at the both of them, unconsciously echoing Orlando's silent question.
"Please," Orlando said, and so what if it came out a touch breathless. He had reason, damn it.
"Though," Jake continued, tapping his thigh, and gazing at the ceiling, "it's a bit unfair that I'm the only one getting naked, don't you think?"
"Well, we’d hate to distract you," Harry replied, low voice wrapping them all in a web of sex and sin. Most nights, Orlando thought he could come from just hearing Harry talk. Combine it with the sight of Jake sliding tight jeans down leanly muscled legs, and...fuck, but it should be illegal to look that pretty naked. And Jake was so fucking pretty it almost hurt to look at him.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Orlando breathed, slowly circling Jake. He let his eyes roam the length of Jake's body, controlled himself just enough to keep his fingers from doing the same. Not yet.
"Not too shabby yourself," Jake said. Orlando looked up and met Jake's gaze, let himself drown for a moment in dark, cobalt depths.
"You should see him naked," Harry replied. "Would you like to undress him?"
"Could, um," Jake licked his lips again, and Orlando’s eyes hungrily followed the movement. "Could I watch you undress each other?"
Harry’s smile was angelic. "Of course." He crooked a finger at Orlando, eyebrow raised in enticement. "Make yourself comfortable." //Up to giving him a little lesson?//
//Question is, do you think I can control myself?// Orlando grinned as Harry laughed. Sadly enough, it wasn't all that absurd of a question. Harry was Harry, and the entire world knew that Orlando had less than no control where he was concerned.
As Jake settled on the bed, sprawling in the middle to watch, Orlando approached Harry. "You two are so hot," Jake sighed, curling a comfortable hand around his semi-erect cock. Not stroking, just resting, clearly intending to enjoy himself. "Are all vampires this hot?"
"Some," Harry winked. "Now pay attention, plentyn." He moved into Orlando’s space, tilting Orlando’s head back to nuzzle along his throat. //Undress me, love.//
Both hands slid along Harry's chest, easing each button free with a laziness that was close to maddening. But Orlando wasn’t going to rush this. Jake wanted a show, he was going to get one. Even as he provided one of his own, fingers curled around his cock, twitching as they slid over his balls.
//What's that you called him?// Orlando smiled, shook his head as Jake echoed him in his head. Interesting side effect.
//Child// Harry replied, skimming heated lips along Orlando’s neck. He stepped into the touches, started unbuttoning Orlando’s shirt with careful, precise movements. Orlando shivered slightly, even though it was nice and warm in the room.
//Everyone's a child to you.// A cheeky grin delivered as Orlando slid Harry's shirt off his shoulders, down muscled arms. Sighed softly at the sight of Harry naked from the waist up. Fuck all, but it was still the most beautiful thing Orlando had ever seen.
"Jesus..." Orlando almost turned, startled at Jake's shocked whisper. Then he blinked, looked closely at Harry. Ah, yes. The scars. Bit unnerving at first.
"I was mortal once." Harry’s voice was gentle as he addressed Jake. "I got these a long time ago."
"I see." Jake continued to roam over the muscled expanse of Harry’s chest and stomach, lust and concern warring in his voice. "How long ago?"
"Over 800 years," Harry replied softly, and Orlando didn’t need to turn to know that Jake was staring at Harry in awe.
Stifling laughter, Orlando slid his fingers along each scar, lingering at the star-shaped one over Harry's heart. //God help us if he ever meets Viggo.//
Harry laughed again, the sound low and wicked in the quiet. His smile was even more wicked, and Orlando leaned in to taste it, to flick his tongue over razor sharp fangs as Jake watched.
"The two of you are so hot together," Jake murmured, repeating himself, lust snapping through his bond.
//Christ, Harry, can you feel him?// Orlando didn’t wait for an answer, just plunged his hands in Harry’s hair and kissed him, slanting greedy lips over Harry’s, tongues dueling and sliding together. When he lifted his head, he wasn’t surprised to find that his shirt had fallen to the carpet and that his trousers were unbuttoned.
"More?" Harry asked Jake, curling calloused fingers around Orlando’s cock. It took every bit of control Orlando possessed not to moan.
"Please." It was a soft whisper, almost too soft to be heard, but Orlando didn't need to hear it. He could feel it. And Jake's need, combined with Harry's fingers sliding over him, was almost too much to handle.
He fumbled with the button to Harry's slacks, finally got it undone. Had to stop to catch his breath when Harry's wrist flicked. //Jesus, Harry...not yet...//
//Right now. Want him to watch you come.//
(To Be Continued...)
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Date: 2006-01-01 07:10 pm (UTC)Damn this is hot.
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Date: 2006-01-01 07:34 pm (UTC)Thanks SO much.... and *bounces in excitement waiting for ch4*.
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Date: 2006-01-02 08:18 pm (UTC)And yes, much with the hot. *wibbles with you* Glad you're liking it so far!!!!
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Date: 2006-01-04 07:39 am (UTC)Thank you again! :)
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Date: 2006-01-02 03:35 am (UTC)I just can't wait for part 4!!!
Poor Jake I almost feel sorry for him, all that Hawtness in one place and he's only mortal... *sigh* I'd love that kind of problem!
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:52 am (UTC)Can't wait for the next part...
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Date: 2006-01-02 08:20 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it so far!!!
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Date: 2006-01-02 11:44 am (UTC)Looking forward to the next part!
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Date: 2006-01-02 08:21 pm (UTC)Thank you!!! *mwah*
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Date: 2006-01-03 04:54 am (UTC)Okay...i've finished spamming you now :o)
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Date: 2006-01-24 08:23 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!!!