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Siren	By : Aja Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 1050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Title: Siren

Pairing: More of a group... Karl/Orli/Sean/Dave/Craig

Rating: Nothing short of NC17. Rowr.

Disclaimer: Despite the pictures I'm getting in my head, this is obviously fiction and is therefore untruths and made up.

Note: Happy birthday Sons! You wanted Orli smuts, you gets Orli smuts. Wbellbells on and everything. Three... would have been so much easier. ~lol~ But you're worth it. ~smooches~

SIREN

Woah, woah. What the fuck's going on out there? Holy shit. That's.. and.. Bean? Oh, Jesus. Karl stands at the window, brain suddenly catapulted into overdrive. "Fuck me."

He decides to take a closer look, and opens the patio door as quietly and discreetly as he can. The second he does, he hears them. Moaning, whimpering, gasping and.. Oh, dear God. Kissing.

Heat fills Karl's belly like gravity multiplied, slides uninvited but welcome to his groin. He licks his cheek and his tongue feels like jelly that's not yet set.

Apparently, he's not the master of stealth he thought he was, because a pair of blue eyes immediately look up at him. There's that tilt to them, the sort that a predator gets moments before ripping out some young animal's throat. Karl squirms, palms sweating, and manages not to look away.

The glaze of lust that falls over Craig's eyes could be mistaken for indifference, but Karl can see everything. Sean's fingers, cupped around Craig's thigh, just the tips brushing over straining denim. Dave, to the other side, whispering into the perfect curve of an arched neck. In the middle of them; Orlando, curls like chocolate ribbons melting against his face. Sean's left hand is cradling Orli's cheek. Dave's lips wander from Orli's neck to nip at Sean's thumb. Both men moan, a soft intimate sound that would seem inappropriate in daylight.

Karl forces himself to move, comes around behind the four men, can see the sharp lines of bone and muscle in Orli's neck from here as his head falls forward. He's not sure he's invited, but thinks 'fuck it' and decides to gatecrash anyway. Orlando hisses when Karlouthouth closes on a protruding nub of bone. Makes a soft 'unh' sound when Karl's teeth scrape, followed by his tongue.

"Glad you could join us." Dave's voice is silk on Karl's bare arm. A hot tongue traces a circle on Karl's wrist, he realises that's Orli holding it to his mouth. Karl presses himself close to Orli's back, lowers to his knees, arm still upstretched because Orli's now got both hands wrapped around Karl's wrist. His mouth is fastened over the pulsepoint, sucking with the sole intention of leaving a mark. There's a momentary lull in the voracity of it as someone cries out. Craig, Karl thinks, and leans around Orli to see Sean's foot is sliding over the head of Craig's cock. Dave is slipping away from them, pulled to the ground by the same gravity that has infected Karl.

Orli's entire body jumps when Dave's mouth closes over the crotch of his shorts. His teeth scrape Karl's wrist almost painfully. He tries to mumble an apology, but the teeth simply fall away as Orli's jaw slackens. Sean's leg is pushing against the back of Dave's head in a slow rhythm.

"Open your eyes," someone says. Karl's not sure who's being spoken to, only know it's not him because his eyes are wide open already. "Open them. I want you to watch." Karl withdraws his arm from Orli's grasp, pulls himself up a bit to sit beside him. Dave's down between Orli's legs, kneeling, working on his shorts zipper. Craig's on the ground right in front of Karl, arching into Sean's foot. Sean's hand is on Craig's throat, fingers a slippery brace to keep him steady. It doesn't seem to be working that well as Craig jerks violently, cock twitching beneath Sean's toes. Karl could just sit back and watch them, could probably come just from watching them alone, but Orli's lips are like the offer of a cold beer on a hot day. Fucking irresistible. Hesitation's for other people, Karl thinks as he sinks his tongue into that open mouth. Then, delicious. And someone's kissing Karl's knee, but he doesn't really pay close attention to who or why because Orli's kissing him back in breathless bursts; tongue stabbing, teeth clashing, oxygen stealing bursts. Fingers tangle in Karl's hair, and he opens his eyes to see Sean watching him. Closes them again instantly when Orli bucks, mouth colliding violently with Karl's. He can hear Dave sucking noisily, moaning and humming.

Sudden sharp pain at the edge of his kneecap. Craig biting down as Sean's foot finally makes him lose it. Karl forgets to swear, because a finger's being pushed into his mouth alongside Orli's tongue. He licks the ragged edge of a nail, so damned hard it hurts. And Orli must be a mind-reader or something, because the next thing Karl feels is long fingers easing inside his cutoffs. They're not really ng fng for anything, Orli isn't really concentrating, so Karl pushes up into them. Anything for a bit of friction. Sean's hand cups his chin, lifts him away from Orli's mouth. Grumbling, Orli tightens his grip on the back edge of the low bench, fighting to stay upright. Karl lets Sean kiss him, licks at teeth, thinks he can taste pepper and apples, wonders what it was Sean ate. Craig's licking at Karl's knee, trying to soothe the hurt. Karl's hand drops, fingers twisting into Craig's hair, holding him there because fuck that feels so damned good. Orli makes a fist around his cock, trembling from Dave's mouth on his own.

Sean's lips drag over Karl's, mark a wet path over his chin, and he's able now to look down, at an angle, and see Dave sucking Orli off with vigour. The sight makes Karl's stomach tighten and from nowhere the words come, breathed hotly. "I want to fuck you, Orlando." Karl doesn't know if Orli's heard him; daurlsurls are matted to Orli's scalp, sweat shining on his skin as he writhes and whimpers. He's a fucking beacon or something, glowing like an angel fallen to a pit of carnal sin.

Craig's up, on shaky legs, leaning over Dave, arched over Karl and Sean's heads. He's kissing Orlando, just for a second, decides there's a better way. His fingers glide over Karl's hip as he rounds the edge of the bench, stands where Karl was before. He takes Orli's face in his hands, tilts his head back, and kisses him soundly. Orli moans softly, breath hitching. Karl watches, tries to keep watching but Sean, leaning over Orli's chest, is licking at his nipple. Nibbling and lapping, the fist around Karl's cock are all making his head swim. His hand wanders, idle, finds Dave's head. He pushes, hears Dave cough, then nothing. Just breathing.

"Mmmmmddddd," Orli says, sounds lost in Craig's mouth, as he comes down Dave's throat. Tears his lips from Craig to look down, can't see beyond blond and brown. "Jesus, fuck... Dave..."

Dave doesn't reply, still lapping at Orli's cock like a kitten after the last drop of cream. Sean's mouth leaves Karl's nipple to stiffen further in the cool air. Three pairs of heavy-lidded eyes watch Sean dip down to help Dave at first, then just kiss him. The two men seem to make their excuses with wavering touches, get up and leave. Karl looks after them, thinks they could be brothers really as they lean into each other, disappear inside the house.

Craig shivers, Karl feels the tremor passed through Orli's body. They're all panting, stilled for a moment. Clarity appears to have taken a holiday, or the night really is just a blur of twilight purples and blacks.

"Hey," Craig whispers, pulling Orli's hand away from Karl's cock. Karl's pelvis lifts, seeking to follow, but Craig stops him, lips pressing him back down in a firm kiss. Karl can't remember how he got here, but somehow knows that Orlando is the siren who drew them all in. He knows this without question as he sweeps his tongue across the ridge of Craig's teeth. And those are Orli's teeth, biting Karl's shoulder hard enough to hurt. Craig just sucks more viciously on Karl's tongue, stilling any sound he might make.

"Bed?" Orli asks, tugging at both of them. Karl remembers he wants to fuck Orlando. Wants to be fucked himself, and yes, Craig will be more than good enough for that.

"Inside," Craig murmurs, easing his mouth off of Karl's.

Karl forgets to protest, because yes, that's a really good idea. Inside. Bed. Both really good ideas. He gets up, buttons his fly with trembling hands, and looks around. Offers his hand to Orli, who takes it. Craig's moved again, to tuck Orli's cock back in his shorts and zip him up. Just till they get inside.

They go through the lounge, find Sean fucking Dave against the hallway wall. Which should be incredibly dirty and hot, but somehow looks beautifully sensual. Orli stops beside them, insinuates an arm between them, enough space for him to kiss Dave's mouth. Karl stands helplessly beside Craig, who leans in to suck at his neck.

"We'll.. be up.. later.." Sean promises between thrusts. Orli kisses him too, quick and fluttering, before leaving them to each other. Races towards the stairs and up them, not stopping at the top to wait for Craig and Karl to follow.

They find him sprawled on Karl's bed, shorts dumped on the floor. Karl's mouth dries out, feels gritty, and he stares at Orli. Fuck all, he really is a fallen angel.

"What're you waiting for?" Craig whispers beside Karl's ear. "Go fuck his brains out."

The last is said loud enough for Orli to hear. He turns lust-dark eyes to them both, breath singing in his throat. "Karl."

Karl yanks open the buttons on his shorts, lets them slither down his legs and steps out of them. He blushes under Orli's stare, ribs suddenly feeling like a too-tight shirt when Craig's fingers stroke along the crease of his backside to remind him that this is no time for modesty.

"I don't have-" Karl begins, but then finds a foil packet being pressed into his hand. He looks back over his shoulder at Craig, still can't quite figure this whole thing out. His jaw feels loose, looser when Craig pulls his hand slowly away, promising more with a quick kiss to Karl's nape.

Then it's "get on the fucking bed already", and Karl's tearing open the condom wrapper, smoothing it over his cock. He grips the base firmly for a moment, clenches his teeth together. Aware of Craig nearby, looks down and oh. That's what he was doing. Orli gasps, wriggles further down the bed, trying toale ale himself a little more on Craig's fingers. His face is screwed up, the sudden intrusion unexpected, but his eyelids flutter furiously to betray his wantonness. Karl kneels, pushing Orli's knees upward. Moves closer until Craig's wrist is brushing against his cock as well. Craig looks around at him, grinning, pulls his fingers from Orli without warning. Swipes what's left of the lube over Karl's cock, and steps back with a sort of 'get to it' look in his eyes.

So, just like that, Karl shoves in. His body lowers until their hips smash together. He grabs Orli's wrists, drags his hands down slender arms, pulls out almost completely, drives back in. He doesn't even think to stop and question what he's doing, because he knows exactly what he's doing. He's fucking a friend. A friend who just happens to be the most gorgeous creature he's ever laid eyes on. Fucking a friend while another friend watches.

His hands slip off Orli's sweaty arms, palms flatten against the sheets. He pushes himself up for better balance, thrusts deeper, harder still. Orli's mouth a slack 'o' right there beneath him. He dips his head, kisses messily while between them, his balls tighten. Knows he's going to lose it soon. Orli's eyes are open wide, he's not kissing back. Too far gone to kiss back, so Karl just sucks his tongue out of his mouth. Slams home again, Orli's body jumping like he's a marionette gone haywire.

"Oh, God.. Almost makes me want to trade places. But then I wouldn't be able to watch. Or.."

Karl's spine prickles at the tone of Craig's voice. Arches violently when two of Craig's fingers shove into him, twisting wildly. "Fuck!"

Orli's eyes are swimming in and out of focus now. Karl almost stops moving, but can't because Craig's hand is spread at the base of his spine, shoving at him, fingers still twisting inside Karl's body. Shit,shit,shit.. It should feel debaucherous, but doesn't. Orli's keening from the sheer force of Karl slamming repeatedly into his body. Slap of skin on skin, slide of hips and thighs and cock and, fuck, he's coming hard, gasping for air in an airless room. Craig doesn't let up, licks his shoulder, arm reaching around Karl, fingers twisting Orli's nipple even as the boy thrashes like some insane thing trapped in the throes of orgasm.

Oh..

Craig's hand snaps back, out of the way, as Karl collapses. He's spent, aching, still moving lazily inside Orli's body. Well and truly fucked. Orli's kissing his face, and Craig's kissing his back. Nobody's getting up, nobody wants to get up. They just want to lie there, amazing themselves with the splendour of post-orgasm silence. But Craig's lifting away, or being lifted, Karl's not quite sure. He hears Dave's voice. "Come on sweet thing, let's see you get yours too." Karl doesn't feel guilty for not helping Craig out, doesn't feel sad that he probably won't get fucked by Craig after all. He just lets his head fall onto Orlando's chest, and sighs.

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