"Something fast." Orlando closed his eyes, tilted his head back, hands tangling in Harry's hair. Harry licked his way up Orlando's jaw, across the seam of his lips, chest pressing him into the soft leather. "Say it." Orlando opened his eyes, confusion and lust clouding the dark depths. He opened his mouth, closed it again. His eyes cleared. He knew what he had to do, what he had to say. "I..." He paused, licked his lips, hands sliding down to rest on Harry's shoulders. "I love you." "Fuck." It was almost a sigh, said so softly that Orlando couldn't be quite sure that he'd heard it. Then Harry's lips were on his, the kiss shattering something inside him, the lips on his stealing more than breath, more than thought. He lost himself in it, hands clutching at Harry for an anchor point as the rest of the world spun away, leaving him floating, drifting. A faint sound reached his ears, and he was vaguely aware that he whimpered softly. If Harry had chosen to rip his clothes off and take him right there on the bike, Orlando wouldn't have stopped him. He would have welcomed it, begged for it. //Not going to make you beg, love.// The voice was amused as Harry pulled back, closed teeth over his adam's apple. "Oh, good." Orlando's voice was weak and breathless. His hands slid around Harry's shoulders and down his back. //Look at me.// The look in Harry's eyes sent shivers down his spine. "What?" "I love you too." Orlando barely had time to even contemplate a response before Harry's teeth sank into the soft skin of Orlando's neck. He gasped and his eyes snapped shut as the world exploded around him. He was pulled in, sucked down, consumed, shattered, and remade. Thought, reason, intelligence all became trivial things, and all that was left, all that mattered, was Harry and the new sensation pounding through his blood. Harry withdrew, sealing the wound with a kiss. //Breathe slowly. Relax into me.// Harry's hands made soothing patterns on Orlando's back, his sides. Orlando trembled, leaned against Harry. He couldn't have stood on his own just then if his life had depended on it. He was glad it didn't. //Jesus, warn a guy before you do that.// He slowly lifted his head and looked at Harry through heavy lidded eyes. "That was...unexpected." Harry closed his eyes, sighed against Orlando's neck. "Know why I did it?" Orlando thought for a moment, not wanting to speak before he considered all the possibilities. "Because of the vows we just made? To strengthen that?" Harry's kiss was thorough, claiming. //We're bound. Just like you and Karl.// Orlando kissed Harry back, tongue darting out to tease before he pulled away. "Karl said it was inevitable," he murmured. "And Viggo said I was always meant for both of you. Does this mean...?" "Yeah. It means." Harry's hands continued to stroke every part of Orlando's body. "I tried to avoid it, tried to end things...this isn't going to be fair to you." Orlando stiffened slightly. "You tried to end things? Why?" "He didn't tell you." Harry pushed his body off of Orlando's, started pacing in the small parking lot, mumbling in a language Orlando was pretty sure was Gaelic or Welsh. Something Celtic. "Who didn't tell me what?" Orlando wrapped his arms around his body, watched Harry pace. He had his suspicions as to who the 'he' was. //Harry, what didn't Karl tell me?// He was too curious to marvel over the fact that he could now speak to Harry mentally. "No." Harry whirled around, stared at Orlando with almost lethal intensity. "He is going to be the one to explain it to you. Let him tell you. Cocksucker." He resumed his pacing, long strides eating the pavement. "Don't. I've dealt with him shutting me out for almost two weeks. If you start, I'll go crazy." "I can't tell you." Orlando heard the regret in Harry's tone. "I'm not trying to shut you out. It's just that it's..." he laughed, the sound bitter "...complicated." "I've heard that one before." //Yeah, well, welcome to my world.// "So what does this mean for us now? Am I your pet, too, or not?" Harry walked back over to Orlando, wrapped him in his arms. "Kinda, yeah. We were supposed to share you, you were supposed to share us. I don't know what the fuck everything's supposed to mean now. Fuck." "Lovely." Orlando turned in Harry's arms and buried his face in the curve of Harry's neck. "This is all so fucked up, it's not funny. Karl's going crazy over what happened, and now I have to tell him about this." "He'll know without you telling him." Orlando sighed and slid his arms around Harry's waist. He lifted his head, his eyes finding Harry's. "He misses you." "Don't." "Don't?" Orlando looked up, confused. "Don't what?" "Don't try to fix things." The kiss Harry placed on Orlando's cheek was gentle, but the look in Harry's eyes chilled him. "I..." Orlando nodded, then looked down. "Okay." "You ready to eat now?" Harry asked, kissing the corner of Orlando's mouth, his hands sliding down Orlando's sides, framing his hips. "Sure," Orlando said softly, turning his head just enough to catch Harry's lips. His hands settled to cover Harry's, fingers brushing the back of Harry's wrists. //How do you feel about take out?// Harry moved one hand to the front of Orlando's jeans, stroking him through the denim, nimble fingers closing over the hardening flesh. Harry's kiss turned rough, the mouth slanting over Orlando's forceful. //Take out is good.// Orlando groaned into Harry's mouth, surrendered to the kiss, hips arching against Harry's hand. His own hands found the bottom of Harry's shirt and slid beneath it to stroke warm skin. Harry groaned, rubbed his free hand against Orlando's ring, brushing it through the fabric of Orlando's shirt. //I know a great little place.// Orlando whimpered. That damn ring... //Great. Wonderful.// He slid his hands further up Harry's back, tracing his spine, letting his fingers feather across old scars. //How fast can I make you come like this, I wonder?// Harry plucked the ring in earnest now, unzipped Orlando's jeans with the other hand, freed his cock as he started to stroke, mouth still on Orlando's, sucking his tongue with a hard kiss. //Christ.// Orlando's hips bucked, thrusting into Harry's fist. His fingers dug into the muscles of Harry's back, his tongue teased and dueled with Harry's. Fuck sweet and gentle and all that. //Keep playing...with that damn...ring and it w-won't take long.// //Good.// Harry twisted the ring between his thumb and forefinger, flicking his wrist, while his other hand continued its fast, hard pace on his cock. Orlando let his head fall back, soft cries torn from his lips. Couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel. And the feeling overwhelmed him, scorched him, left him quivering and shaking with sparks exploding behind his eyes as he came. Harry held him close through the shudders, his kiss gentle. Orlando whimpered when those warm lips left him, but the whimpers turned into a groan as Harry started licking the come off of his fingers. //Think you set a record there.// Orlando blushed. "Oh, piss off. It's that damn ring." "Uh huh. Sure it is," Harry replied in a genial tone, straightening Orlando's clothing. //Why don't you get one and see for yourself?// Orlando smirked at Harry's expression. "Now are you going to feed me? Or would you rather explain to Karl why you let me faint from hunger?" "You would bring him up," Harry grumbled. "Well, come on then. I know this great little Italian joint right down the street." Orlando bit back the automatic apology. "Italian sounds nice," he said softly, raking a hand through his hair. "As long as I can get something without meat in it." "No meat?" Harry shook his head sadly as he handed Orlando his helmet. "Wish you'd told me that before I bit you. Bound to a vegetarian...Christ." Orlando paused in the act of putting on the helmet. He looked at Harry, eyes wide. "I'm sorry. I didn't...." "That would be a joke. Relax." Harry patted him on the ass with a wink before swinging his leg over the bike and starting the engine. "Right. I knew that." Orlando wondered if he was blushing again -- thought he must be, if the heat suffusing his cheeks was any indication. He quickly pulled the helmet on and crawled on the bike behind Harry. Onto Part Twenty-Two
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