fellowshippers | FIC: "Fractured" 8/10 KU/OB (OB/VM & KU/HS)

**See Part 0 for disclaimers & such**

(part eight)

“I cannot make this feeling go away”
--NIN

"You leaving now?" Karl looked up from his newspaper
as Harry walked into the living room, bag in hand.

"Yeah." Harry leaned down for a swift kiss, then
started for the door. Karl bounced off the sofa and
followed him. "I'll be back a little after noon
tomorrow."

"I know." Karl leaned against the doorframe, smiled
at Harry. He opened his mouth, started to speak, and
then a Jeep turned into the driveway. Oh... What the
hell... He stiffened, hoped Harry hadn't noticed it
as the Jeep pulled to a halt and Orli climbed out of
it.

"Orli!" Harry's greeting was warm as he enveloped the
other man in a hug. "Good, you can keep Karl
company."

"What?" Orli's gaze darted back and forth between
Karl and Harry. "I thought you were leaving tonight?"

"Change of plans," Harry explained, hefting his bag
and smiling.

Keep him...fuck. Not a good idea. Karl forced a
bland smile on his face, shoved his hands deep in his
pockets. "Yeah, he's abandoning me now instead of
later."

"Oh." Orli looked down at his feet for a long moment,
and when he lifted his head, his smile was a shade too
bright. "Well...um...I'm sure I'll think of something
to do."

"Two of you should go out tonight, relax," Harry said,
starting towards his car. "You know you can crash
here if you need to, Orli."

Oh...very bad idea. Karl's eyes skated away from
Orli's, moved to rest on Harry. "Not often we have
two days off in a row. Orli'll be wanting to spend
them with Viggo."

"Viggo's shooting Weathertop." Oh, Christ...

"Late shooting." Harry slung his bag into the car,
and paused. "Just stay here tonight then. You can
keep Karl out of trouble."

"Sure," Karl said, wondered if his voice sounded as
weak as he thought it did. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He caught Harry's wink and smiled in return. Orli.
In the house. Overnight. Alone. With him. Fuck....

"I'll see you tomorrow." A brief, hard kiss and Harry
was gone, driving away. Leaving Karl alone. With
Orli. And no distractions.

Karl sighed, pushed open the door with his foot.
"Come on in," he said as he turned. Didn't have to
look to know Orli was following him.

"Well..." Orli cupped the back of his neck, peered up
at Karl. "Look, um...I don't..."

"What?" Orli seemed nervous. Not that Karl could
blame him. He was pretty damn nervous himself.
Jesus...just like Harry to walk out and drop *this* in
his lap all unknowing.

"I can...um...leave," Orli replied in a hesitant
voice.

Karl paused, then sighed. "No, you don't have to."
He dropped onto the sofa, rubbed his eyes. Fuck.
Just...fuck. He was *so* in trouble. "What brings
you over here this morning?

"I was..." Orli perched on the adjoining chair, hands
clenched. "I was going to invite you and Harry to
lunch. Bit lonely without the hobbits..."

"Harry just left," Karl pointed out with a grin.
Lunch? Sounded innocent enough. And out in public...
"But, you know, I can...if you want..."

Orli lifted his head, a combination of relief, dread
and some other nameless thing on his features, and
sighed heavily. "I want." Somehow Karl didn't think
he was talking about food anymore.

"Alright...any particular place you'd like to go?"
Karl watched Orli watching him, tried not to think of
the few feet separating them. It scared him a little
to realize that he hoped Orli's words meant more than
surface value.

Orli shook his head. "N-no." He licked his lips a
bit, stood. Karl tried not to follow the path of that
pink tongue.

"There's a new place about ten minutes from here,"
Karl said, giving up and letting his eyes linger on
Orli's mouth. "Been meaning to try it."

"New is...good." Orli cleared his throat, body
coiled, tense. "Shall we?"

"Yeah..." Karl answered the question on all possible
levels, and he sensed that Orli realized that. He
stood, and they paused, watching each other, feeling
something shift between them. Then Karl picked up his
sunglasses, slid them on, smiled. "You want to
drive?"

Orli strode to him, loose-limbed stride a study in
seduction. "Yeah," he stated, tossing Karl's
sunglasses back on the coffee table. Then those long,
tapered fingers jerked Karl to him, crushed his mouth
in a fierce kiss.

Oh...fuck... Karl arms wrapped around Orli's slender
frame, pulled him close as tongues danced and slid
around each other. A slow burn started inside him,
matched by the slow burn of Orli's skin through the
layers of clothes.

Orli broke the kiss, took a hard look in Karl's eyes,
gaze direct, hungry. And it stole Karl's breath,
swamped his senses with the heady flavor of need. "I
want..."

"What?" Karl shivered a bit at the look in Orli's
eyes. Christ...he wanted Orli. Had wanted him for so
long. But it was wrong...

Orli dropped to his knees, the sight painfully erotic.
Karl's mouth went dry, his heart stopped. "We
shouldn't be," Orli said, licking his lips as he
glanced up.

"No, we shouldn't..." Karl's eyes followed Orli's
tongue, and he remembered the feel of it against his.
As if they belonged to someone else, his hands moved,
fingers touching and stroking the dark fuzz on Orli’s
scalp. This was wrong. So wrong. But he knew he
couldn't stop. Not now.

Orli looked at him again for another long moment, eyes
full of lust, yearning, hunger, repressed longing,
fractured desire...everything Karl was feeling,
reflected right back at him. Orli licked his lips
again, chest swaying toward Karl's thighs. "I don't
care."

He didn't care. Karl looked into those eyes, lost
himself in their depths. And suddenly, it didn't
matter anymore. "I don't either," he whispered,
fingertips caressing Orli's scalp.

The next thing he knew, Orli had his jeans unzipped
and was taking Karl's cock deep in his throat.

tbc...