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broadwritingTitle: "Surprise"
Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Summary: Wherein Orlando's feeling out of sorts, and Karl has a great idea.
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comment_fic 'Vampire' post.
Orlando yanked off his tie with a muttered curse, and threw it on the floor on top of the ever-growing pile. "Stupid charity event, stupid Harry..."
"Wouldn't let Harry hear you disparaging him like that."
Orlando looked up, glaring as he met Karl's amused smirk in the mirrored reflection. As always, Karl looked the perfect picture of insouciant elegance in his navy pinstriped suit and grey tie that made his eyes seem even darker, more mysterious. "It's his fault I got roped into this," he griped, peevishly.
Karl stepped beside him, and bent to fish a discarded tie – the royal purple one – out of the pile. "This one's fine," he said, and held it out. "Goes with the suit, makes your skin look amazing. I wasn't aware spending an evening in my company was so arduous."
"It's not," Orlando protested, with a chagrined look. He'd been so busy feeling sorry for himself for having his evening interrupted that he hadn't thought about how his actions might look to Karl. "It's just..."
"It's alright." One of Karl's hands came up to smooth Orlando's jacket. "I don't mind going stag."
"That's not it." Great, he really was every inch the brat Harry'd once accused him of, and now he'd gone off and made Karl think... He half-turned, tugged Karl to him, and nipped at Karl's lower lip, fangs barely grazing soft flesh. "I'd just hoped it was going to be all three of us, that's all," he murmured.
"Ah." To Orlando's relief, Karl wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist, drew him closer. "Well, then, why don't we do the requisite round at the party, then surprise Harry with a visit? I feel certain he'll need the distraction after dealing with Bulgarian politicians the past three days."
Orlando's eyes lit up. "Yeah?"
"Christ, I forget how easy you are to please," Karl smiled. "You know, if you wanted more time with the two of us, all you have to do is say something."
"I know, I know." And he did, he really did. But it was still so hard to remember some days that this was all real – that they were real – and it was an equal relationship. "I'll do better."
"Good. I'd hate to put Dave on the case again."
Orlando's lips quirked. "He'd just insist on fucking me into realizing the error of my ways."
"No wonder you don't learn," Karl laughed, and leaned back far enough to finish knotting Orlando's tie. "Now, are you ready?"
Another quick look in the mirror to finger-comb his curls into shape, and Orlando nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready."
The sooner they got this over and done with, the sooner they could go see Harry.
***
Title: "Treasure"
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry has a few questions about his new life with Karl. Directly follows Rebirth.
Notes: Written for thecomment_fic 'Vampire' post.
**Ireland – 1168 A.D.**
The flames dance merrily in the hearth, staving off the worst of winter's chill, as Harry pulled the thick blanket up higher around him and Karl. Their bed was an oasis of heat and barely cooled passion. After Karl had brought him back the previous night to recover, they'd only left the comfort of their room for the most basic necessities.
"How long do you think it will take for us to tire of each other?" Harry asked, voice quiet as he watched the fire crackle and burn, creating bright spots behind his lids every time he blinked.
Karl propped his head up on one of the pillows and gave Harry a puzzled look. His hair spilled in a dark, messy fan, tangled by Harry's hands sliding through it earlier in fevered need. "What do you mean?"
"This." Harry pointed between himself and Karl, then rested his hand over Karl's heart, feeling the slow thump that now beat in time to his own. "Forever is a long time."
"Not nearly long enough, not for us," Karl replied, and placed his hand over Harry's. "I should have told you I loved you every day while you were mortal. I should have shouted it from the highest parapet and thrown tournaments in your honor."
"I'm not a maiden you needed to woo," Harry reminded him, with a small smile.
"No, but you are mine." Gentle fingers traced the fading red scar on Harry's chest. "It should have never come to this."
Harry looked deep into Karl's eyes, felt the new connection zing through him yet again, total and complete. "We're both too stubborn for it to have happened any other way," he finally replied.
"I still have much to make up for."
Harry leaned in until his lips were almost on Karl's. Already, he could feel the heat, the never-ending lust and love, surging through him, more powerful now because of their bond. "We have time," he murmured, and closed the small distance between them.
***
Title: "Mechanics"
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wherein Orlando's forgetful, and Harry takes advantage.
Notes: Written for thecomment_fic 'Vampire' post.
"Hand me the sprocket right there." When no answer was forthcoming, Harry lifted his head. "Orlando."
With a guilty start, Orlando tore his gaze away from Harry's ass and looked up. "Yeah?"
"When you're finished perving, I need the sprocket."
"Oh, right." Sure he was blushing to his roots, Orlando quickly handed over the wrench. Not that he thought anyone would blame him for staring, however. Harry's ass in faded jeans that molded lovingly to his thighs was really the sexiest thing going.
Harry bent back over the open hood of the Viper. Orlando busied himself by staring instead at Harry's triceps as they flexed whenever he did...well, whatever mysterious mechanical thing it was he was doing. "So what's wrong with it?" he finally asked, when the silence got to be too much.
Harry shrugged, but continued poking around under the hood. "Looks like the fuel line's clogged, your oil's for shit, and the valve intake manifold's sort of fucked. What the hell've you been doing, anyway, drag-racing in your spare time?"
"No," Orlando protested, with what he was sure was a pout. It wasn't his fault he wasn't mechanically minded like Harry. He had...other talents. He still wasn't sure what they were yet, exactly, but he had time to work on them now. "I just...y'know, I get busy and forget to take it in."
Harry sighed, and smoothed dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand before turning his head to look at Orlando. The hot amber of his eyes slammed through him, as always, like a sledgehammer. "Orli, you have assistants now. Put it on their calendar, get them to take it in."
Orlando nodded weakly. He hated that disappointed look more than anything. "Sorry."
"It's alright." Harry's grin was lightning-quick. "It's still Karl's car, for all that you never let him use it."
Orlando responded with his own smile. "And I suppose you're going to tell him what a mess it's in."
"I might not." Harry paused just long enough to make Orlando squirm. Once again, his gaze pinned Orlando into place. "Provided I get the right incentive."
Orlando's breath quickened at the blatant innuendo. "I'm really great at incentives," he nodded, voice thick with lust.
Harry's quick wink sent every bit of blood still in Orlando's body scrambling towards his crotch. "Then I'm sure you'll think of something."
Fucking hell. For Harry, Orlando could come up with an encyclopedia.
***
Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Summary: Wherein Orlando's feeling out of sorts, and Karl has a great idea.
Notes: Written for the
comment_fic 'Vampire' post.Orlando yanked off his tie with a muttered curse, and threw it on the floor on top of the ever-growing pile. "Stupid charity event, stupid Harry..."
"Wouldn't let Harry hear you disparaging him like that."
Orlando looked up, glaring as he met Karl's amused smirk in the mirrored reflection. As always, Karl looked the perfect picture of insouciant elegance in his navy pinstriped suit and grey tie that made his eyes seem even darker, more mysterious. "It's his fault I got roped into this," he griped, peevishly.
Karl stepped beside him, and bent to fish a discarded tie – the royal purple one – out of the pile. "This one's fine," he said, and held it out. "Goes with the suit, makes your skin look amazing. I wasn't aware spending an evening in my company was so arduous."
"It's not," Orlando protested, with a chagrined look. He'd been so busy feeling sorry for himself for having his evening interrupted that he hadn't thought about how his actions might look to Karl. "It's just..."
"It's alright." One of Karl's hands came up to smooth Orlando's jacket. "I don't mind going stag."
"That's not it." Great, he really was every inch the brat Harry'd once accused him of, and now he'd gone off and made Karl think... He half-turned, tugged Karl to him, and nipped at Karl's lower lip, fangs barely grazing soft flesh. "I'd just hoped it was going to be all three of us, that's all," he murmured.
"Ah." To Orlando's relief, Karl wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist, drew him closer. "Well, then, why don't we do the requisite round at the party, then surprise Harry with a visit? I feel certain he'll need the distraction after dealing with Bulgarian politicians the past three days."
Orlando's eyes lit up. "Yeah?"
"Christ, I forget how easy you are to please," Karl smiled. "You know, if you wanted more time with the two of us, all you have to do is say something."
"I know, I know." And he did, he really did. But it was still so hard to remember some days that this was all real – that they were real – and it was an equal relationship. "I'll do better."
"Good. I'd hate to put Dave on the case again."
Orlando's lips quirked. "He'd just insist on fucking me into realizing the error of my ways."
"No wonder you don't learn," Karl laughed, and leaned back far enough to finish knotting Orlando's tie. "Now, are you ready?"
Another quick look in the mirror to finger-comb his curls into shape, and Orlando nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready."
The sooner they got this over and done with, the sooner they could go see Harry.
***
Title: "Treasure"
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry has a few questions about his new life with Karl. Directly follows Rebirth.
Notes: Written for the
comment_fic 'Vampire' post.**Ireland – 1168 A.D.**
The flames dance merrily in the hearth, staving off the worst of winter's chill, as Harry pulled the thick blanket up higher around him and Karl. Their bed was an oasis of heat and barely cooled passion. After Karl had brought him back the previous night to recover, they'd only left the comfort of their room for the most basic necessities.
"How long do you think it will take for us to tire of each other?" Harry asked, voice quiet as he watched the fire crackle and burn, creating bright spots behind his lids every time he blinked.
Karl propped his head up on one of the pillows and gave Harry a puzzled look. His hair spilled in a dark, messy fan, tangled by Harry's hands sliding through it earlier in fevered need. "What do you mean?"
"This." Harry pointed between himself and Karl, then rested his hand over Karl's heart, feeling the slow thump that now beat in time to his own. "Forever is a long time."
"Not nearly long enough, not for us," Karl replied, and placed his hand over Harry's. "I should have told you I loved you every day while you were mortal. I should have shouted it from the highest parapet and thrown tournaments in your honor."
"I'm not a maiden you needed to woo," Harry reminded him, with a small smile.
"No, but you are mine." Gentle fingers traced the fading red scar on Harry's chest. "It should have never come to this."
Harry looked deep into Karl's eyes, felt the new connection zing through him yet again, total and complete. "We're both too stubborn for it to have happened any other way," he finally replied.
"I still have much to make up for."
Harry leaned in until his lips were almost on Karl's. Already, he could feel the heat, the never-ending lust and love, surging through him, more powerful now because of their bond. "We have time," he murmured, and closed the small distance between them.
***
Title: "Mechanics"
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wherein Orlando's forgetful, and Harry takes advantage.
Notes: Written for the
comment_fic 'Vampire' post."Hand me the sprocket right there." When no answer was forthcoming, Harry lifted his head. "Orlando."
With a guilty start, Orlando tore his gaze away from Harry's ass and looked up. "Yeah?"
"When you're finished perving, I need the sprocket."
"Oh, right." Sure he was blushing to his roots, Orlando quickly handed over the wrench. Not that he thought anyone would blame him for staring, however. Harry's ass in faded jeans that molded lovingly to his thighs was really the sexiest thing going.
Harry bent back over the open hood of the Viper. Orlando busied himself by staring instead at Harry's triceps as they flexed whenever he did...well, whatever mysterious mechanical thing it was he was doing. "So what's wrong with it?" he finally asked, when the silence got to be too much.
Harry shrugged, but continued poking around under the hood. "Looks like the fuel line's clogged, your oil's for shit, and the valve intake manifold's sort of fucked. What the hell've you been doing, anyway, drag-racing in your spare time?"
"No," Orlando protested, with what he was sure was a pout. It wasn't his fault he wasn't mechanically minded like Harry. He had...other talents. He still wasn't sure what they were yet, exactly, but he had time to work on them now. "I just...y'know, I get busy and forget to take it in."
Harry sighed, and smoothed dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand before turning his head to look at Orlando. The hot amber of his eyes slammed through him, as always, like a sledgehammer. "Orli, you have assistants now. Put it on their calendar, get them to take it in."
Orlando nodded weakly. He hated that disappointed look more than anything. "Sorry."
"It's alright." Harry's grin was lightning-quick. "It's still Karl's car, for all that you never let him use it."
Orlando responded with his own smile. "And I suppose you're going to tell him what a mess it's in."
"I might not." Harry paused just long enough to make Orlando squirm. Once again, his gaze pinned Orlando into place. "Provided I get the right incentive."
Orlando's breath quickened at the blatant innuendo. "I'm really great at incentives," he nodded, voice thick with lust.
Harry's quick wink sent every bit of blood still in Orlando's body scrambling towards his crotch. "Then I'm sure you'll think of something."
Fucking hell. For Harry, Orlando could come up with an encyclopedia.
***
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