[C] Red

Fleck snorted, watching the two blonds in front of him.

"Oh no, don't look at me. If you want that back, you go diving for it yourself!" Fleck held his hands up in defeat, one of them still clutching his glass.

Dick could get himself out of that one.

His bottom lip jutted when his boyfriend didn't come to his rescue. 

"Give me my phone back," he whined for the umpteenth time the last couple of hours. Not that he cared. He would rather whine for a few more hours then put his hand down Sacha's pants.

"Nope. It's been confiscated."

Even he was getting sick of Dick constantly checking it. So Dick wasn't getting it back until he'd done some good old socialising with them.

Sacha sipped at his wine and dropped Dick a wink.

Dick stared Sacha down, then groaned, giving in after he winked. 

"Okay. But if your dick starts bleeping, give it back."

If it was Giacinto, he wanted to know she was fine.

"No promises."

His phone was confiscated for a reason. He didn't need it right now, so if it bleeped, it was down to his good humour to decide whether Dick was getting it back or not.

He was leaning towards not.

"You're the worst."

He looked between them.

"Insufferable and infuriating." He pointed to Fleck and Sacha respectively, using English as it has a bit more of a ring to it. With their similar length hair and matching beards, they could be a duo.

Twin grins lit up their faces at the accusing names thrown at them.

"Who's who?" Sacha questioned.

"I'm insufferable." Dick had bestowed that onto him a long time ago and he quite proudly toted it now. It was his insult.

"The most insufferable man I've ever met."

He wanted to lean over to kiss him. He took his hand and kissed his knuckles instead.

Screw turning down the PDA in front of Sacha. He stole his phone. 

"That leaves you with infuriating since that is what you make me feel like when you, I don't know, shove my phone down your crotch?"

Fleck ran his finger over Dick's cheek and chin gently when his knuckle was kissed.

Sacha gagged and flopped back. "Don't make me ban the sweet shit. I will get that spray bottle. You know I will."

A strange chirruping noise sounded, and the cat launched herself from the floor, landing on Fleck's stomach. He almost doubled over with a grunt.

"Hello, sweetheart," Sacha crooned, scratching under her chin.

"This angel doesn't care about our affection, do you?" He said in the same cooing tone. He gave her a quick scratch behind her ear.

"Besides, God knows what my phone is touching right now, I'm allowed to be as sugary as I like."

When Dick reached out to stroke her, she hissed and swiped.

Sacha burst into laughter. "Looks like she doesn't like you, Dickie." He lifted his hand and the cat headbutted his hand, purring as she rubbed up against him.

"What did I do to deserve that?" 

He sucked on a tiny cut and sulked. Only a couple of hours ago she was purring in her arms.

"Who knows with this one? She's a temperamental bitch."

Sacha scratched at her fluffy cheek. "Aren't you? Aren't you?" he baby-cooed. She just purred and nuzzled against him more.

"Is it because I'm in your space?"

He moved, out of Sacha's lap so he could curl up next to Fleck. He leaned heavily into him, chin propped on his shoulder as he watched Sacha's cat nuzzle him.

She huffed loudly at Dick when he moved, and made a point of sitting in Fleck's lap and hissing when he got too close to Fleck.

Even Fleck was chuckling now.

That devolved into full-blown laughter when she swiped at Dick again.

Dick threw his hands up. Remembering that he had a glass in his hand, he did so with less momentum.

"What do you want from me? What did I do to wrong you? Can't you love me again?"

She huffed again and curled up on Fleck's lap, ready to nap.

"Cats. Weird creatures, huh? She does that with Corban, too. You never know when she's gonna go crazy." Well, everyone but him. She was never anything but happy with him.

Dick tentatively leaned against Fleck. He wasn't about to give up his boyfriend to a cat. Nope. Not happening. 

"This is why our cats are better. Jack is a sweetheart. Sollew was a cushion in his last life and Solla... Is Solla."

If he wasn't a vampire, he would have collected a few battle scars on his ankles and feet. At least he knew what to expect most of the time.

She cracked open a big green eye and hissed viciously again when Dick leaned against Fleck.

Fleck had officially become hers.

"Oooh, ousted by a cat," Sacha teased.

Dick wondered if it was appropriate to hiss back at the cat, then blame it on the wine.

He scrunched up his nose.

Yep. Too inappropriate. 

He stood and sat back on the armrest, leaning on Sacha. Out of swiping range, but not sat on his own like an outcast. Arm stretched out on the backrest, he could scratch the nape of Fleck's neck.

Fleck stroked the cats back and she rolled over with a chirp so he could give her tummy rubs.

"Oh she is a slut for you, Fleck."

Fleck scratched her stomach, smiling hen she purred. "I definitely don't mind that." She was gorgeous.

"She only loves you since you give good back scratches."

He leaned over and refilled his and Sacha's glasses. Already they were halfway through a second bottle.

"I'll take it. Better than being mauled for existing." Fleck stuck his tongue out at Dick.

Sacha was quick to take a sip when his glass was refilled. He definitely wasn't getting out of this one sober.

Dick stuck his tongue out back at Fleck.

"Enjoy your fake love."

He wrapped his arms around Sacha's shoulder and rested his chin on top of his head. He looked down his nose at his boyfriend from this view.

"Oh, I am doing."

Fleck was quite happy to sit and pet the big fluffball. It looked like he was going to be doing that for as long as she decided that he was her bed.

Sacha leaned against Dick. "It's okay, upstairs cat does the same with me. He only likes me sometimes. Sweet cat, though."