fellowshippers | FIC: "Fractured" 4/10 KU/OB (OB/VM & KU/HS)

Completely forgot I haven't posted the rest of this here...

So, yeah. Parts 4-10 coming up.

“I'm not sure of what I should do
When everything I'm thinking of is you”
--NIN

Karl stood there, head down, feeling the rain beat
down his head and body. Fuck. He glared up at the
clouds, reached down to snatch his helmet up from the
muddy ground, and stalked towards the trailers. Six
weeks of fucking artificial rain and fucking night
shoots, and they still had three more weeks of fucking
night shoots to go. And three more weeks of fucking
rain, too. He growled in response to Craig's hail and
kept walking. Fuck him. And fuck everyone. He was
beginning to hate this movie. He was pretty sure he
wasn't the only one, either.

"You're in a lovely mood tonight."

Karl whirled to face the speaker, calming only a
little when he saw Orli standing there, still in his
armor, wig hanging lank around his wet and dirty face.
"You could say that."

"Come on, then."

Karl allowed himself to be dragged into the small
trailer he shared with Bernard, watched in tired
bemusement as Orli pushed him down on the small sofa
and walked to the kitchenette. "What's this?"

"It's going to be me fixing us some tea if I could
find the bloody package," Orli growled, flinging open
cabinet after cabinet, seeming to take satisfaction in
the banging.

"It's in that cabinet," Karl said after Orli had
slammed a few more doors. He tried not to laugh when
Orli turned and frowned at him. "What? You didn't
ask."

"Fucker," Orli muttered, snatching the box. He
slammed the kettle on the stove, yanked the knob.

Karl covered his mouth with one hand, watching Orli
over his fingers. God, but he was fucking sexy when
he was pissed. His hand dropped swiftly when Orli
glared at him again, and he bit his lip hard to keep
from smiling. "Anything else you need?"

"To beat the piss out of someone, a hot shower and a
blowjob." Orli whirled, pushed dirty strands of wig
out of his face. "Why? You think PJ would set up a
boxing ring if we asked?"

Karl blinked. Then he lost his composure, falling
over on the small sofa and laughing. "Oh...God..." he
gasped, waving one hand. A hot shower, a blow job,
and a boxing ring...nice to know the kid had his
priorities straight. Karl continued to howl with
laughter, curling up in a ball as a small, rational
part of his brain asked him just what the hell he was
doing.

Orli stood for another moment, staring down at Karl
before exhaustion and hilarity caught up with him. He
sank to the floor, overcome with deep laughter,
leaning back against the wall. "I'm s-serious," he
managed to get out before a fresh wave of laughter
claimed him.

"I k-know..." Karl rolled off the sofa, landing on
the floor with a thump that did nothing to stop his
laughter. He was tired, wet, cold, pissed off...and
there was nothing amusing about the situation at all.
So he kept telling himself. But it was several more
long minutes before he could stop laughing long enough
to breathe.

"God..." Orli's laughter had subsided to mere
chuckles. "I hate this fucking place," he grinned,
bumping his head against Karl's shoulder.

"You're not the only one," Karl said, a few random
chuckles escaping as he wiped his eyes and leaned
against Orli. "Fucking rain...."

Orli slid down a bit more, brushed his knee against
Karl's companionably. "Fucking scene..."

"Fucking mud..." Karl propped his back against the
sofa and closed his eyes, his leg shifting to bump
against Orli's.

"Fucking country..." The soft voice was right up
against Karl's ear, and he turned to it, eyes
fluttering open. Saw Orli. Right. There.

"Fucking hell..." His lips were on Orli's before he
finished the sentence.

Every nerve he had woke up screaming, and Karl's hands
were tangled in Orli's blond wig before he was aware
of moving. He heard a groan, wasn't sure if it came
from him or Orli, as his tongue explored Orli's mouth.
Cinnamon and smoke and some odd, tangy flavor that
reminded Karl of fresh oranges. That was what Orli
tasted like. And fuck all if it wasn't the most
addictive thing. It had been far too long since he
tasted those lips...a fucking lifetime. Karl set
about correcting the mistake.

When they finally parted, gasping for air, Karl was
surprised to find Orli tangled in his lap. "Again,"
Orli murmured, dragging Karl's lips to meet his,
slipping his tongue inside Karl's open mouth. If
anything, this kiss was even hotter than the first
one, burst through Karl's body like sunshine, left him
hot, sweaty, aching.

"Christ...." Karl whispered the word along Orli's
jaw, his fingers delving beneath armor and leather and
velvet, finding the bare skin of Orli's back. He
wanted Orli naked, wanted Orli on the floor beneath
him...and he wanted it now. And it was wrong. So
very fucking wrong. He lifted his head, opened his
mouth to speak, and was once more ensnared by hot eyes
the color of rich coffee. "Fuck..."

"This is so..." Orli chewed his lower lip, hands
trembling. He didn't move from Karl's lap. "What the
hell are we doing?"

"I don't know," Karl sighed and closed his eyes, his
forehead resting against Orli's. What were they
doing? Damned if he knew. He loved Harry. But
Orli... Ah Christ....

"I love Viggo," Orli whispered, tracing the soft skin
of Karl's neck and throat. "I shouldn't be...you
shouldn't..."

"No, we shouldn't," Karl whispered, turned his head so
his lips touched Orli's ear. "I love Harry. And
this..."

"...it's wrong," Orli finished, turning his lips to
meet Karl's, the kiss fragile and brief.

"Yes, it is." Karl leaned back once more, Orli still
in his lap. It *was* wrong. In so many ways. But
why the hell did it feel so fucking right? He sighed,
lifted one hand to cup Orli's cheek.

They both breathed sighs of relief and regret when the
teakettle whistled, fracturing the heavy spell. “I’ll
get our tea,” Orli said, placing another soft kiss on
Karl’s lips before sliding off of him and walking to
the tiny stove.

Karl pushed himself back up onto the sofa and watched
Orli. Before he could say anything, the door opened,
and Viggo walked into the small trailer. "There you
are!"

"Hey, Vig," Karl said, managing a weak smile. He
rubbed a hand over his face and looked out the window.
Anywhere but at the man whose lover had just been in
his lap.

"Nice to see you two hiding out from the rain and
leaving the rest of us to turn into popsicles," Viggo
teased, looking from Karl to Orli.

"You weren't around," Orli replied archly, his eyes
and stance betraying nothing except teasing and love.
"Fancy some tea?"

"I'd love some." Viggo flopped on the sofa next to
Karl, shook water out of his wig. "Fucking rain..."

"Fucking mud," Karl said before he stopped to think.
Then his eyes darted to Orli, and he took in the wide
eyes and slightly paler than normal complexion. Shit.

"The rain's worse," Viggo replied as he stretched his
legs out in front of him and took the cup of tea that
Orli offered.

"Much," Orli agreed, passing Karl's mug to him with
only a slight brush of fingers. He sat next to Viggo,
leaned on his shoulder. And Karl tried not to think
about how natural and right they looked together.

"So, was he boring you about the trails again?" Viggo
asked Orli, kissing his forehead. "He's been dying to
get some riding in when we finish this fucked up
shoot."

"I didn't say a word about the trails." Karl held up
a hand, grinned. It was the truth. Of course, he
wasn't about to tell Viggo what he had said. Or done.
And certainly not when Viggo still had his sword
strapped around his waist. Karl liked his head right
where it was, thank you very much.

Viggo rolled his eyes and slid an arm around Orli's
shoulders. "Sure you didn't."

"He was too busy boring me with golfing stories," Orli
replied, grinning around Viggo's arm at Karl. And
Karl was amazed at this kid's acting ability. If he
hadn't known...

"And at least he had the decency to pretend to be
interested," Karl stated, grinning back at Orli.
"Unlike some people I won't name."

"I know you're not talking about me," Viggo laughed,
dropping another kiss on Orli's forehead. Karl looked
away, watching the rain falling outside the window.

tbc...