[C] Red

Dick snorted, but he couldn't fight the amused grin that grew on his face.

"You do know how many years I managed without you, right?"

"But the last year has been so much brighter now you have me in your life. Admit it."

Sacha blew a flirty kiss at Dick, and stretched out, kicking his feet up into Dick's lap.

"If by brighter you mean a trashy neon sigh, then yes."

Dick tried to shove Sacha's feet off so his can be in Sacha's lap instead.

"Everyone loves trashy neon signs." If that was supposed to be an insult, Dick had failed.

Sacha conceded the lap fight and busied himself with taking off Dick's shoes, setting the pair down on the floor beside them, then returning his hands to idly rub at Dick's feet.

Dick tensed for a moment, surprised by the action. He slowly relaxed into it. It felt nice.

"I suppose they're okay."

He smirked at Dick. "See?"

Everyone loved him. Dick needed to just stop pretending he wasn't awesome.

Sacha continued to rub at Dick's feet slowly, eyes gravitating back towards the TV.

Dick pulled a face and stuck his tongue out. It was less aggressive as he melted into the couch, eyes closing and leaning heavily on the armrest.

"You need to take notes, Fleck."

Fleck didn't hear the call, too busy bustling about, making them dinner.

Sacha arched a brow. "Enjoying this, are we? And this is just a foot massage." How would Dick react to something a little more hands on?

Dick hummed in agreement. Any playful spitefulness had been washed away.

"Lucky Corban."

He could happily have this all day every day - especially after one like today.

"He doesn't like them."

Sacha shrugged. "Something about feeling uncomfortable when he's too relaxed."

Sacha didn't pretend to understand. There was nothing better than receiving a good massage. Well... Maybe giving a good massage. He did love watching a partner melt under him like that.

"Wah?"

Another time he would have somewhat got it, possibly the lack of alertness that came with being relaxed. Right now, he couldn't. 

"Just give them all to me then if he doesn't want them."

"I will if you want one."

He enjoyed giving massages. He wasn't going to say no if he got the chance to give one.

Especially if he was giving one to Dick. He had to be honest. He'd been rushing on the little shit for months.

"I want one forever."

He was sure his spine was conforming to the shape of the couch at this point.

"Can you press down a little harder... there."

His thumb pressed firmly into the arch of Dicks foot obediently.

"All you need to do is strip and tell me to start," Sacha chuckled. It was an open-ended offer, too.

He was always up for a good massage session.

Pink bloomed across his cheeks, but he didn't flinch away or huff at the comment. Rather his brain short-circuits at the prospect of feeling hands push into tense muscle and tendons all over his body. 

"This is good," he sighed. "More than enough."

His lips quirked upwards when Dick's cheeks flushed pink.

Well, at least he had thought of the idea, at any rate. That was good enough.

"Dinner's up."

Fleck came in holding two plates, both had a bread roll filled with some sort of seasoned meat.

Sacha sat up, eyes on the plate. "Is that a schettu?"

"Mariatatu," he replied.

"Fucking banging." Sacha made grabby hands until Fleck handed over the plate.

Dick whined as Sacha's attention turned to food.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he nudged Sacha's thigh, "you can eat later."

He cracked opened his eyes, slightly bleary, and glared at Fleck from bringing food.

"Food now, seducing you with magic hands later," Sacha replied before biting into the roll.

He groaned loudly, almost sexually.

"I'm chaining you to my kitchen. I've decided."

"I think Dick'll have a problem with that," Fleck pointed out, setting on Sacha's other side and biting into his own roll.

Dick grunted with acceptance. 

"I'll trade you for a lifetime of massages."

He reached rather pathetically for his glass of wine. He looked over to both of them in hopes one took pity to pass it to him.

"Deal. Ill start as soon as I've finished this." He lifted his rool then took another bite.

"I don't know how you managed it, but you got the lung just right. Usually I have to pick it out. Corban just can't cook it right."

Fleck winked. "You do magic massages, I do magic with food."

With a miserable sigh, he hauled himself up and grabbed the drink himself.

"And I can magically drink a bottle of wine. I will admit, it does smell good."

Still, he didn't like the texture of red meat. Of most things, really.

Fleck turned a surprised look up at Dick.

"Huh, didn't think you'd like offal." Dick just seemed like the sort that would turn his nose up at offal, even if he did regularly eat food. Most people he knew turned their nose up at it anyway.

"I just said it smelt good, I'm not going to eat it."

He leaned a little closer, to look at Sacha's meal.

"Used to eat it when I was younger if I remember right. Probably cooked differently." He shrugged, unsure.

To a surprise to many, he wasn't a fussy eater as a kid.

"Back when you were human? When dinosaurs roamed the earth," Fleck teased.

Sacha snorted a quiet laugh into his roll. Pretty much every Vampire relationship he knew had the non-vampire teasing the vampire about how old they were. Was is a universal necessity of vampire relationships?

Dick scrunched his nose up at Fleck.

"Yes, back when we ate dinosaur and road mammoths into battle. The good old days."

He had given up fighting this jab.