Karl leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Orlando's cheek. "Don't. I'm happy the two of you are getting on." He got out of the car, waited until Orlando was out before wrapping their hands together and leading him inside. "Well," he asked with a small smile, "where is this cuddling supposed to be taking place?" "Couch for now. We can watch a movie." "Sounds good." Karl allowed himself to be tugged into the den by a pair of eager hands, pushed onto the sofa. "What are we watching?" Orlando moved to the rows of DVDs, studying the various titles for a moment before pulling two out and holding them up. "My Fair Lady or Casablanca?" "The last thing I think I need right now is a tragic love story," Karl replied, kicking off his shoes. "Audrey Hepburn it is." "Good point." Orlando smiled at Karl and put the disc in, adjusted the volume, turned the lights off. Then he kicked off his own shoes and dropped down beside Karl to snuggle up against his side. "Not that we'll probably watch much of the movie anyway, but at least this one's funny." "We won't, huh?" Karl had to laugh as he dropped his arm around Orlando, pulled him closer. "Probably not." Orlando rested his head on Karl's shoulder, and shifted, turning his body towards Karl, settling down when he was comfortable. "We always seem to end up in bed when we start talking, so I doubt tonight's going to be any different." "Thought we were supposed to be cuddling?" Orlando lifted his head and grinned. "We are. But I know you." He lowered his lashes, peeked at Karl through them. "You can't keep your hands off me." Karl looked down at Orlando's body, which was currently draped over Karl's like a pliant blanket. "I can't, huh?" "Mmm." Orlando snuggled closer, slid down to rest his head on Karl's chest. "Nope, you can't." Cheeky pet. Small wonder Karl loved him so much. "Fine, I can't." He pulled Orlando across his lap, swallowing his yelp of surprise with a kiss. Orlando melted into it, sighing happily. "See, told you so," he whispered, nibbling at Karl's bottom lip. //Why did you even bother to put the movie on?// Karl groaned, ran his hands through the curls of Orlando's hair, traced his tongue along Orlando's teeth. //Because we're supposed to be watching it and cuddling.// Orlando's hands drifted down to settle on Karl's shirt. He plucked at the buttons, undoing them slowly until the shirt lay half open. Orlando's tongue flicked out to tease Karl's before retreating. Karl nodded his head at the television. "Well, movie's that way." He nuzzled the side of Orlando's neck, loved the shudder that ran through his body at the touch of lips on skin. He would never get enough of this responsiveness, would never get enough of Orlando's utter love of being touched. "True enough." Orlando sighed, lowered his head to kiss the exposed skin under Karl's shirt, then shifted around so he could see the television. He stayed where he was in Karl's lap, curling his body up a little and sliding both arms around Karl's waist. "See what happens when you start distracting me?" "Uh huh." They watched in silence for a few minutes, both just enjoying the film and the feel of each other. "Karl...what happens if...if you and Harry don't...well..." "If we don't get back together?" Karl asked, voice mild. Orlando nodded. "Yeah," he replied, his voice faint. "I don't know, actually. I suppose...hell," Karl sighed, running his hands up and down Orlando's arms. "I don't know. I have to have faith that we'll get things worked out eventually. We have...so much between us. I hope we can at least be friends again." He'd missed that almost more than the feel of Harry's kiss. "I hope you can work things out," Orlando murmured, rubbing his cheek against Karl's shoulder. "800 years is a lot to throw away, and I could kick myself for not telling you before I went over there." "It's alright." Karl leaned his cheek against Orlando's. "I was a royal fucking idiot. I deserve this." Orlando hugged Karl tight as he kissed the curve of his jaw. "No, you don't. You thought I needed protecting. You weren't the only idiot there that night." "Maybe. But I should have known. I did know. I knew that night in the hallway that Harry wouldn't hurt you, couldn't hurt you. And he was a lot more raw that night. But, the block...he's never done that before. I guess he was trying to respect your wish to talk to him privately." "You didn't think. None of us have been thinking lately." He peeked at Karl, then returned his eyes to the television. "I don't think Viggo's real happy with any of us at the moment." "Fuck Viggo. It's not his goddamn life." "Try telling him that when he's got your chin in a death grip and is bossing you around." Karl leaned his head, hands stroking slowly over warm skin. "I have. I've known him all my life." "Yeah, but you've never been mortal." Orlando smiled a little, started kissing Karl's throat. "Being mortal never seemed to faze Harry much when it came to taking Viggo on." Fuck this, they needed to be horizontal. Karl lowered Orlando on the sofa, pulled Orlando's shirt up over his head. And simply sighed at the bare expanse of lean chest exposed to his gaze. "God, I love you," he said, bending his head to lick Orlando's collarbone. Orlando made a soft sound in his throat. "Love you, too," he whispered, threading his fingers through Karl's hair. He shifted, hands gliding down to finish unbuttoning Karl's shirt before smoothing it open. Karl arched into Orlando's hands, pressing their hips and legs together. "Think we're going to miss the rest of the movie, love," he said, moving his head down Orlando's chest, nipping the flesh with sharp fangs, then soothing it. "No big deal, I've seen it before." Orlando pulled at Karl's shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms, traced the line of his spine, gliding down to rest against his hips, pulling him closer. "This is a much better way to spend the evening anyway." Karl didn't give Orlando a chance to answer. His mouth was on Orlando's almost before the words left his mouth, sliding tongue and damp lips moving under his, setting his very nerves on fire. The movie was long since over when Karl finally lifted his head, and both of them were naked, panting and needy. "Love you," Karl repeated, saying the words along Orlando's throat, kept saying the words as he moved down Orlando's chest, stomach, then lower still. Orlando gasped softly. His hands sank into Karl's hair. "Love you," he breathed, and let his head fall back, his eyes close. He would definitely never grow tired of Karl touching him, loving him. He wondered if they could stay like this forever, naked and together and kissing and touching. //Sounds good.// Orlando started to smile, promptly moaned instead as Karl closed his mouth over Orlando's cock, enveloping him in wet sin. //Feels good.// Orlando's fingers tightened in Karl's hair. He lost himself in the sensations Karl was creating, in heat and a soft tongue and gentle hands that danced over his body. Karl took his time, drawing out every moan, running his fangs gently over the length before sliding his lips back over the needy flesh, sucking with slow movements. His hands ran through the soft hairs on Orlando's thighs, nails creating unbearable friction in contrast with the softness of his mouth. Christ, but Karl was so fucking good at this... Orlando whimpered, white teeth sinking into his bottom lip, body bucking and writhing. Everything was focused on Karl's mouth, and time seemed to stand still as Orlando stiffened, shuddered, exploded into a million pieces only to be remade, Karl's name leaving his lips in a soft cry. Forget breathing, forget thinking, forget moving. Every bone in his body had dissolved, and his brain had gone on vacation. Karl took his time moving back up Orlando's body, stopping to pay homage to his tattoo, spent so much time tonguing that damn crest on Orlando's navel ring that Orlando thought he might come again, then moved over the flat planes of his stomach, his nipples, neck, ending with a lovingly thorough kiss on his lips. Orlando nuzzled Karl's throat, licked along his collarbone. "Mmm...have I mentioned how much I love you?" "Not in the last few minutes," Karl replied, smiling. "But we've got all night for you to show me." Orlando grinned, bit the curve of Karl's shoulder. "Yeah, we do." He wiggled under Karl, ran his hands down Karl's back to rest against his ass. "And I seem to remember something about kidnapping and being tied up...." "I've got some great silk scarves in a drawer somewhere you can use." "Then why are we still here on the couch?" Orlando arched an eyebrow, let his fingers dance back up Karl's spine. "Good question." Karl stood, held out his hands. "Come on, then." "With pleasure." Orlando smiled as he let Karl pull him to his feet. He laced their fingers together, and pulled him towards the door. "I wonder if there's any honey in the kitchen...." Onto Part Sixteen
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