FIC: "Fractured" 7/10 KU/OB (OB/VM & KU/HS)

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**See Part 0 for disclaimers & such**

(part seven)


“Maybe God will cover up his eyes”
--NIN


Orli woke up the next morning in minute degrees,
became aware of his surroundings as he eyes slowly
drifted open. Encountered a strange alarm clock, a
strange room...and a different body curled around his,
different breath fanning across the back of his neck.
Orli glanced down, saw a tanned hand thrown carelessly
across his waist. It had really happened. He and
Karl had...

"Morning, sleepyhead," Karl teased in a soft voice
when Orli tensed. His lips whispered across Orli's
shoulder as his arm tightened, drawing Orli securely
back against his chest.

“Morning," Orli mumbled, body purring at the full-on
contact, draping his hand over Karl's. "Thought I'd
dreamed this."

"No, no dream." Karl chuckled in Orli's ear, then
kissed the side of his neck. Their fingers laced
together as they rested on Orli's stomach, and Karl
shifted a bit, his hips rocking against Orli.

"I see *you're* wide awake," Orli teased, pushing back
into Karl.

Another soft laugh brushed across Orli's ear, making
him shiver. "You complaining?" Karl asked, his
tongue moving over the back of Orli's neck in soft
strokes.

What was the question again? "N-no...not at all..."

"Didn't think so." Karl's lips moved, touched that
one spot, just under Orli's ear. His fingers began to
explore Orli's stomach as his hips rocked, pressing
against Orli, and both gasped softly.

It shouldn't be possible to be breathless like this,
to need like this after last night, but Orli was so
hard he was trembling. "Need to..." Oh God, how'd
Karl *do* that? Orli groaned, the sound thin.
"...inside you..."

"Then do it," Karl whispered against Orli's shoulder
as his hand slid down to deliver one light, teasing
stroke to Orli's cock before pulling back to rest
lightly at Orli's waist.

"Roll over." Not a command, but a plea torn from
Orli's throat. Sighed in soft satisfaction as Karl
turned, gave Orli the bottle of lube. And waited
while Orli poured a bit on shaking fingers, groaned
when Orli slid two inside him. How was it possible to
stand this much heat, to want this much? "How does
this feel?" he whispered, rubbing the shell of Karl's
ear between his lips.

"Fuck...fucking incredible," Karl gasped, hips pushing
back as Orli's fingers brushed that spot. He gripped
the side of the bed, turned his head so Orli's lips
brushed his cheek.

"Good. How about..." Another slight wrist twist.
"...this?"

"Jesus..." Karl's whole body arched, bringing a smile
to Orli's lips. "That...fuck...now, Orli..."

The sight of Karl, reduced to begging, had Orli
trembling so badly he dropped the bottle twice before
he managed to coat his cock. "Just...hold..." A sharp
hiss as the head of Orli's cock slid inside an inferno
of tightness. "Oh..."

"Oh...God..." Karl groaned deep in his throat, hand
reaching back to claw at Orli's thigh, hips pushing
back in an unspoken plea. He turned his head a little
more, looked at Orli with hot eyes. "Come on..."

"Taking my time..." *This* time, Orli wanted to drive
Karl incoherent with need, this time he wanted that
soft glide into warmth. Slowly, inch by inch, he
moved, paused to savor every hitched gasp of breath,
every patch of damp skin his fingers brushed, every
small thrust of his cock inside Karl's body.

Fingers twisted so tight in the sheets that the
knuckles turned white, and Karl growled softly, body
arched back against Orli. He murmured under his
breath, closed his eyes tight, gentled his grip on
Orli's thigh. A soft gasp was torn from his lips as
Orli shifted just a bit, pushed just a little deeper
inside him.

Relentless, yet delicate...every thrust was meant to
tantalize, every soft kiss was meant to awaken.
Orli's entire universe was on this bed, in his arms.
"So good..." he breathed, tiny tremors rippling under
his skin. Thought he could spend the rest of eternity
inside Karl, moving just like this.

"God...Orli..." Karl moaned, eyes still closed. His
hand moved, slid from Orli's leg, came around to
enclose his cock and stroke it slowly, moving in time
with the rhythm Orli set. " Feels so...."

"Yeah..." Orli placed his hand over Karl's, moved
with him, in him. Rolled toward the edge with
shifting hips, achingly slow thrusts. Couldn't hold
back the inevitable wave, just fractured...."Oh God,
Karl..."

Karl's hips rocked back against Orli as he sped up
their joined hands on his cock. Soft moans, then a
sharp gasp when Orli's teeth closed over the juncture
of shoulder and neck. "Fuck...Orli..." Just like
that, Karl stiffened, trembling a bit, chanting Orli's
name in a ragged voice as he spilled over their
fingers.

Orli had no idea how long he rode the wave of
afterglow, body humming, sated. "Love you," he
whispered, sucking on his fingers, tasting salt and
musk.

"Love you," Karl replied, turning, pulling Orli
closer, tongue snaking out to lick at Orli's fingers
before sliding into his mouth for a lazy kiss.

"Breakfast?" Suddenly, Orli was starving. Had they
even eaten yesterday?

Karl grinned. "You want me to feed you, too?
Damn...pushy bugger, aren't you?"

"Yep." Orli smacked Karl's left cheek as he rolled
out of bed, headed for the bathroom. "I at least
expect coffee to be brewing when I'm done."

Karl laughed and rolled out of bed, dragging on a pair
of loose sweat pants before poking his head in the
bathroom door. "That's extra sausage for you, right?"

Orli grinned, spit out a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Nah, I'm a vegan, remember?" he winked.

"Mmmm..." Karl just smirked and tapped the tip of
Orli's nose with a finger. "Guess I'll just have to
figure out something else then," he said over his
shoulder as he started towards the kitchen.

Orli could only shake his head, smiling as he washed
his face. He shouldn't be so goddamn giddy. This
wasn't amusing. In less than seven hours, he'd be
breaking Viggo's heart. Not to mention Harry's. The
thought sobered him as he tossed on the pair of
loose-fitting pajama bottoms Karl had left on the bed,
trotted down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Coffee should be just about ready," Karl said, not
turning from the stove as Orli walked into the
kitchen. "Breakfast will be..." He glanced over,
trailed off, eyes studying Orli's face closely.
"What's wrong?"

"What are we going to do?" Orli asked, slumping in a
chair. He leaned elbows on the table, regarded Karl
soberly. "I'm a bit lost here."

Karl turned his attention back to the pan. "We're
going to tell them." He paused, then shrugged as he
slid a pancake from the skillet onto a waiting plate.
"What else can we do? We both know there's no hiding
what happened."

"Yeah, but *how*?" And how could Karl be so calm?
Orli was back to shaking, and not from desire. Raw
fear skittered up his spine, had him chewing his lower
lip.

Karl must have heard the fear in his voice. Without
pausing, he placed the skillet on a cool burner and
grabbed a chair, dragging it over in front of Orli.
"I don't know how yet," Karl said, voice soft and
faintly strained. His hands enclosed Orli's, brought
them to his lips. "But we're going to do it together.
I'm not living a lie any longer."

Orli's short bark of laughter was tinged with
desperation. "It's not that simple. Viggo...he's not
going to take this well. At all."

"You think Harry's going to take it any better?" Soft
lips touched Orli's knuckles as dark, intent eyes
watched Orli's face. "I hate that I'm going to hurt
him. But...I can't just go back to the way things
were."

Orli brushed a stray lock of hair from Karl's
forehead, eyes soft. "I'm not going back. I made my
choice the second I dropped to my knees."

"And I made mine when I didn't tell you to leave."
Karl smiled a little, leaned forward to brush his lips
across Orli's. "We'll tell them together."

Another shuddering breath. "Alright." Orli could
face this as long as Karl was with him. He smiled,
leaned back. "You said something about coffee?"

"Yeah," Karl replied, grinning. "And pancakes and
fresh fruit." He stood, moved to fetch their plates.

Orli stood, grabbed two coffee mugs. "Sounds great."

tbc...