Ora Pattiniamo [C]

"We can," he agreed, fumbling as he tried to put the key in the lock.

His stomach twitched and he groaned when Dick palmed him through his pants.

He pushed open the door, yanking the key out and dragging Dick inside as he shoved the door shut. The lock latched, and Fleck had dragged Dick half way to the stairs before the dogs descended, yapping and twisting around their ankles.

"Yes, nice to see you too-" Dick let out a grunt as he was almost knocked over.

"We are in a bit of a hurry."

He kept his hands held tight with Fleck's as he picked his way towards the stairs, taking the lead, running up them and straight towards their bedroom.

He let Dick drag him along, allowing a shrug to the dogs as he passed them. What are you gonna do?


His boyfriend was hot and horny and there was no way he was going to stand between him and what he was sure would be a fucking incredible end.

Well... he wouldn't stand in the way too much.

He had to tease him some.

In their room there was a mound of animals on the bed. Solla, Sollew, Jack, Cookie and Cream were all curled up together in a pile.

Dick assessed the cute, fluffy, cuddly pile on the bed, snoozing peacefully.

"Nope, you are not staying in here."

He grabbed the corners of one end of the sheet, holding it taut.

"Grab the other side. We will dump them in someones other room."

Fleck laughed as he moved over to grab the other corners.

He led the weird little congregation to Leo's bedroom, dropping the sheet on the bed then heading back towards his own room, shucking his jacket and tie as he went.

The jacket found its place on the floor just outside the room, but he kept his tie in his hand.

Dick eagerly followed behind Fleck. He had lost his own jacket, but he couldn't remember where; in Leo's room; downstairs; back at Chrys' house.

He captured Fleck, wrapping his arms around his waist and pushing his hands up his shirt. One found his pierced nipple to roll under a finger.

Fleck backed up when Dick strode towards him, bumping into Margie's vivarium, and ending up pinned against it.

He groaned softly as cool hands slid up his stomach and began teasing his nipples.

He sought out Dick's lips, kissing him languidly for a moment before his lips found his ear. "I can still feel the stretch, feel you knuckle-deep in me," he crooned in a low whisper.

Dick let out a slow breath, licked his lip.

"Yeah?"

He turned his head to the side, to kiss the patch of skin just below the ear. He was pressed up against him, standing on his toes.

"Bet you couldn't stop thinking about me."

He pressed another kiss to Fleck's tendon.

"Every time you moved."

Dick didn't know what it was like, but he likened it to maybe a bruise. One that Fleck would have left and each time he felt pressure on it he would think about it. About him. How he left it.

"You know I couldn't."

His head tipped back, stretching out his neck like an offering to his Vampire as his eyes slid shut.

"I thought about it so much. Having you knuckle-deep in me again. Riding your fingers, begging you for more."

He wasn't intending on being anything but perfectly tempting right now.

Dick hummed as he heard Fleck speak, agreeable to his words, sucking on the offered skin.

Fuck.

The slowness was killing him. He had enough. He wanted more. He wanted more since Fleck pressed his lips against him in the hallway.

"You need to undress me. Right now."

His own hands were back on the surface of Fleck's shirt, fumbling with the buttons. One accidentally popped off in his desperateness.

"Do I?"

His hands ran nice and slowly over Dick's sides before sweeping forward to the buttons of his shirt.

He started at the top, loosening his tie before he began slowly undoing the buttons.

There was no overwhelming sense of need, no fumbling. He was quite content to go nice and slow as he peeled back the buttons on his shirt.

"Yes," he said, shocked that Fleck would think anything otherwise.

Fleck's shirt was already parted by before he even got to the third button. He realised he must have bitten harder earlier then he intended when he noticed the scratch on Fleck's pec, or maybe a fang might have accidentally gotten in the way. He licked it.

"You know, I don't think I do."

He carried on his merry way, slowly undoing buttons.

He wasn't planning on going any faster than he currently was. There was no rush, and he was going to drive Dick mad with the lack.

"For fucks-"

Dick let out a little growl and took matters into his own hand, swatting Fleck's hands away to unbutton his own shirt. Before the shirt could drop to the floor, he took Fleck's wrists and guided one to this chest, the other to his hip.

Cupping the back of Fleck's neck, he dragged him down for a kiss, fiery on his part.

Fleck relaxed against the viv he was pinned against when his hands were swatted away, watching Dick undo the buttons of his shirt as fast as he could.

He let his hands be guided, but didnt strike out when they were placed. He was cobtent to let them stay just where Dick left them.

He did allow Dick to guide the kiss though, reciprocating in kind.

Dick let out a little growl in the kiss and pulled back - taking Fleck's lip with him to drag out a response.

"Do something," he groaned, "touch me." It was half a command, half a beg.

His trousers were uncomfortably tight. He had already worked himself up in such a frenzy over the thought of having the house to himself and he could finally, finally get some satisfaction. Presumably one of many.

A kiss was pressed to Fleck's Adam's apple, then to his chest.

"Please."

He groaned when Dick dragged teeth over his lip, making it throb.

"I don't think you want it enough," he replied with an impish grin.

He knew he was pushing his luck here. Dick was begging for attention, and he just kept denying him.

But he wanted Dick unhinged and desperate.

"Fleck," his name came out like a curse.

Dick wondered if he should take a step back, see who had the more stubborn will when it came to ignoring their arousal, and give Fleck a taste of his own medicine.

Dick knew the answer to that outcome the minute it became a flicker of a thought, as he kissed across Fleck's chest.

"I want it," he licked Fleck nipple then straightened.

He took the hand on his hip and, in a bold act, brought it down to the hard line in his pant leg. He let out a stuttered breath.

"So much. Please."

His fingers twitched when Dick guided his hand down to his crotch.

He licked his lips and let his fingers run slowly up and down the hard line of his arousal, teasing his boyfriend.

"You see," he mused. "I'm really not sure you do want it enough."

He pinched the head of his arousal through the fabric.

A whimper left Dick and he pressed his forehead against Fleck's chest. It was followed by a swear under his breath. His hips pressed forward into the maddening featherlight touches.

The hand on Fleck's wrist loosened, but he didn't let go, in case he pulled his hand away.

"I do, I do. Fuck, I do," he chanted, strained. He had jerked from Fleck when he pinched the head but had quickly pushed his hips forward again, kissing his chest.

He shook his head, fingers returning to teasing slowly up and down.

"Just not seeing any desperation. None."

He clucked his tongue a couple times, tutting at Dick while he shook his head, and watched the Vampire fall apart before him.

Dick wanted it so bad.

Dick wanted to slam Fleck's head against the wall.

"Bastard," he huffed in English. "Fucking dickhead."

His eyes squeezed shut and hissed out a breath, pressing, very desperately against Fleck's fingers.

Dick pulled Fleck down, bypassing his lips, to kiss his neck, sucking eagerly on it to make a bruise bloom there. Then bit it. His fangs sliced through flesh and out again, leaving two bloody punctures. His teeth were replaced with a darting tongue.

A groan came from Dick at the familiar taste of Fleck's blood, and his tightened his grip on Fleck's neck.

He knew exactly the effect it had on people.

His fingers continued stroking up and down slowly until fangs pricked at his skin.

Fleck hissed and jerked in Dick's grasp, moaning as the sting set in.

His fingers pressed a little more firmly against Dick's cock, but continued their slow, teasing stroking.

The fingers were firmer at least - but it still wasn't enough. he had hoped this would stir Fleck a little more than this, enough to stop being a teasing shit.

Lips sealed around the wounds, he let the blood trickle down his throat. He had drunk back a the mansion, so he lacked desperation. That didn't mean it stopped tasting good.

He pulled back, red-lipped and a flush high on his cheeks.

"What is it going to take? Please, Fleck."

Fleck winced when Dick pulled at the little wounds he'd left. The feeling of Dick sucking blood from his wounds wasn't ever exactly pleasant, but the rush he felt after was.

He let out a shaky breath, then grinned.

"Let me tie you up."

He bent his knees, and his grip shifted to either of Dick's outer thighs, hoisting him up. He walked the two of them towards the bed.