Ora Pattiniamo [C]

His grin was mischievous.

"But we rea-mmf."

The kiss that cut him off was reciprocated happily. He allowed Dick's tongue into his mouth, his own curling up to meet it.

Dick groaned the kiss, grinding against Fleck's thigh. He was pleased that it was reciprocated, rather than it being frustrating nothingness.

He broke the kiss by pulling harshly on Fleck's lower lip, then kissed his sensitive neck, before sucking firmly on it. He didn't care if it would bruise, and it would. It would show just above the white collar. He wanted to stir Fleck again, make them go back to their earlier need for each other so it wasn't so onesided.

Fleck made a valiant effort of keeping his reactions reigned in.

His kiss was kept slow, he pressed the palms of his hands against the door he was pinned against so he didn't run them over Dick's body.

A groan sounded from him as the beginnings of a bruise tingled at his throat.

Little shit.

Fleck couldn't wind him up, tie him up, push him on his knees to blow him, and then do nothing. It was infuriating.

He should have teased more when he had the chance.

Slender fingers drifted down Fleck's chest and he unbuttoned the jacket, then made quick work of his shirt. Fumbling a few times at the buttons in his rush.

He pushed the shirt apart to reveal a broad, tanned chest. Leaning back, he had to admire, his hands smoothing down.

Holding Fleck's hips, he bent forward and scrapped his teeth against the panes of the beautiful tanned skin.

Fleck could. And if Dick wasn't as strong as he was, Fleck would.

He let out a little chuckle when Dick began plucking at his buttons, gradually undoing them all.

A quiet gasp sounded as teeth scraped over his skin, that caught in his throat when the doors pushed open and someone walked into the bathroom.

Again?

"We're wrangling people together now," Chrys spoke. You could hear the grin in his voice. "I'd take a moment to make yourselves look presentable again and come on out here. We're more than happy to leave you two to walk home."

Dick froze when he heard Chrys' voice, heat rushing to his cheeks. He pushed back, soaking up what he was saying.

Cool eyes glared up.

If Fleck hadn't had teased him in that time - at least in a way where he was getting nothing at all - this would have been over. He would have been satisfied. But no. He had to make himself presentable and somehow will away his boner.

Fleck's shoulders shook in quiet laughter.

"We'll clean up," he called to his brother, already reaching for his shirt buttons to do them up. "See you in a few."

Chrys clucked his tongue. "Randy kids. See you out by the cars." He disappeared out the door, leaving the two of them alone.

"Don't laugh," he hissed.

Heat still flooded his cheeks in utter embarrassment for being called out. That emotion was overruled by being mad.

In a huff, he pulled up his trousers, pushing his arousal down into them and letting out a groan of frustration because every bit of stimulation felt good right now. He needed it gone. Not harder.

"Too late."

He pulled his jacket closed, then squatted so he could grab his tie.

That squat left him at crotch-level. He leaned forward to peck Dick's hard cock through his pants, then rose to his feet again, slinging the tie around his neck.

"Could always head home early?" he suggested.

The kiss elicited a gasp of surprise from Dick. He bit his lip and glared harder

"Yes, you absolute, fucking insufferable dickhead," he growled, wanting to hit his head against the wall. Or, preferably, hit his cock in the back of Fleck's throat. Or hand. Or thigh.

At the moment, he really wasn't fussed.

He unlocked the door and made his way to the sink to splash his face with cold water.

"Oooh, you're really pissed," Fleck commented, following Dick out.

He didn't know whether Dick had realised it, but he'd switched to English in his hissing insults. The poor Vampire was really pissed.

Fleck found it more amusing than anything else.

As he leaned against the door to the stall they'd been in and tied his tie, he looked up at his boyfriend with a grin. "Don't forget to clean up your sleeve," he reminded

Dick looked down at his sleeve. His expensive, tailed, black suit.

"Shit." he hissed.

He put his sleeve running tap, and scrubbed at it furiously.

"Shitting," it wasn't coming out, "fuck. Fuck."

All he succeeded in doing was making his sleeve wet.

He shrugged the jacket off, pulling it inside out to hide the stain and inspected himself in the mirror. His lips were still swollen, but his neck was bruise free. He just had to pull his hair up into a pony tail.

"Fuck me hair and no jacket."

Fleck came up behind Dick, and pressed a kiss to his head, one hand coming up to ruffle his hair on the other side.

"What a scandal we'll cause," he teased.

He didn't look a whole lot better. His clothing was all intact, but he sported some nice bruises on his throat, and his hair was just as messed up.

He let it down from its ponytail and let the curls down around his shoulders. The braids rested on his shoulders for a moment before he began to scrape it all back again in a tight ponytail.

"Don't," he groaned, incredibly embarrassed by the fact he now had to walk out and face them. The whole family. Including Giacinto.

His splashed his face with cool water. The demanding throb between his legs was dulling at the thought, at least.

When he looked up and he couldn't help but admire Fleck through the mirror, despite himself. Cold water was splashed against his face again.

Now wasn't the time to think about that. Besides, he was mad at Fleck- no. He was frustrated at Fleck.

His hair was tied tight, and his ponytail flowed down his back, right to the small of it despite how high it was on his head.

Not for the first time recently, he thought about cutting it.

"I'm going to be feeling you knuckle deep in me for ages," he muttered as he began towards the door. "We need to start carrying lube around with us."

Dick looked up in alarm. The red face he so tediously washed away returned with a vengeance.

"You can't just say things like that!" His voice was high and cracked as he slipped into English. His fucking cock twitched with interest.

"I just did!" he cackled back in English as he pushed open the door and strolled out of the bathroom.

He was perfectly relaxed as he wandered in the direction of the car park, glancing back over his shoulder to see if Dick was following after him or not.

Dick stalled a little, making sure his hair was okay, dusting off the dirt on his knees, and retucking in his shirt.

Strategically, he held his jacket over his front in the most natural way possible. One of his many skill from repressing his sexuality for over five hundred years.

Taking a big breath in and out, he followed Fleck out to the carpark.

The car park was almost empty, and leaning against the family jeep was Giacinto.

She raised a brow at the two of them.

"They went on ahead," she explained, then held her hand out. "Give me the keys. No humans under the influence driving tonight."

Fleck dug in his pocket without argument, withdrawing his keys and tossing them at her.

She opened up the door and hoisted herself up into the drivers side.

Fleck opened up the back door and pushed himself up into the seat.

At least there was no one else to see them do this walk of shame. Just Giacinto, and there was no comment so far.

Didn't stop his cheeks from betraying him.

He watched the exchange with a confused frown, then let himself in on the other side of the backseat.

"You can drive?" He asked Fleck, slamming the door close.

Fleck gave his boyfriend a strange look at the question, pulling his seatbelt over his chest.

"Yeah?"

Wasn't it obvious? The entire family could. They began learning as Jay's age. Everyone passed their test on the seventeenth birthday. Except Leo, who'd taken the test three times before passing.

"So boys." Giacinto started the car and reversed from the parking spot. 2Enjoy your alone time, did you?"

"Oh."

He never knew or figured it out. He just assumed he didn't because they walked everywhere.

Dick sunk low into his seat, beat red, at Giacinto's question. He glared at Fleck.

Any other time he would have stayed silent, or squawked at Giacinto in his flustered state.

It was a miracle what a bottle of wine could do.

"No."

"No?"

Giacinto's eyes flickered up to the two in her rearview. Dick was sulking, Fleck was grinning. Something had happened between the two of them.

"Is your human not pleasing you well enough, Dickie? I find a good spanking usually sets them right."

That certainly got a reaction out of FLekc, who looked away, cheeks flushing red.

Dick turned redder, groned, and sunk lower. He didn't have a seatbelt to obstruct him - still stuck in his ways.

He covered his hands with his ears.

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't want to hear it?"

"One more, as always," came the answer.

Her eyes turned up to Dick in the rearview again, knowing that the hands over his ears really didn't obstruct his hearing much at all.

"Really, a good spanking usually sorts them out if they're misbehaving. And look, your human's as red as you are. Clearly he likes the idea of punishment. Means you can spank him all the harder."