[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

"Can you tell me what he said?" Sacha responded without even a whisper of a pause.

Sacha was known to be incredibly annoying until he got his way. Now would be no different. He wanted to know what Hank had said, and he would find out.

Dick let out a little growl. He wasn't about to go dragging Sacha out of the room while he was ball deep in Hank. He wasn't going to get anyone else to try and shut him up, either. Not after Giacinto's little comment about him not being able to keep them under control

Which normally he didn't mind. He liked the fire and unpredictability.

Except now.

"He said you're an annoying little shit who won't ever shut the fuck up and a brat that can't be pleased by anyone or anything."

Sacha's brows came together in an angry sort of pout.

"You're a cruel master, lying to me like this. Why won't you tell me what he said?"

Hank muttered a curse, an angry little insult to Sacha, under his breath. He wanted to enjoy this, not have Dick be distracted by a bratty disruptive Sacha.

"I virtually did."

His eyes flicked momentarily down to Hank as he uttered a curse. He was a little too pissed to laugh at it.

"I don't believe you."

He should have, really, but the tone Dick had said it in made him doubt.

"Ti voglio, Dick," Hank muttered, trying to bring Dick's attention back to him. It couldn't be that difficult to drown out Sacha. 

...Could it?

Dick pressed a kiss to Hank's shoulder, figuring what he was doing; directing his attention back to him and ignore Sacha.

But Dick knew there was no way to shut Sacha up unless you got the last word in or extracted him out of the room or gagged him. Ignoring him only works from time to time. Right now wasn't one of them.

"Fine. Don't fucking believe me."

He levelled his gaze with Sacha.

"I don't, Dickie." Sacha's chin raised. "So tell me what he said."

From behind Dick, Corban gave a low chuckle. He was more amused by this scene than anything else. Dick and Hank were finally enjoying themselves, and Sacha came in with a need to fuck shit up for them.

Dick threw a glare to Corban.

"Can't you shut him up with your fat cock?"

Corban just shook his head.

No. No, he was enjoying this far too much to stop Sacha. This was too much fun. This was the most amused he had been in a long time.

Dick let out a growl of frustration.

He wanted to take back everything he thought and said. Maybe Giacinto was on to something.

He snapped his eyes back to Sacha.

"If you don't shut the fuck up right now I will chuck your ass out of this room."

Sacha sat up, a grin coming to his face.

"Oooh, threats." He was amused, not worried or scared of the threat actually being enacted.

Hank hissed, writhing and fighting his bonds, pressing back against Dick firmly to try and incite some action. He wanted something more than just kneeling here while Dick fought with Sacha.

Dick narrowed his eyes at Sacha, before gasping as Hank's writhed against him. There was the temptation to respond and give Hank what he wanted; give himself what he wanted.

But he didn't want to be constantly interrupted and pestered.

He moved back from Hank to pull up his trousers, tie it back up loosely together and stand up. His shirt was long enough to cover his dignity pinned down by the trousers.

His movements were unhurried and precise. This wasn't occasional hot-headed behaviour.

He made his way over to Sacha, intending to throw the taller man over his shoulder and dump him somewhere. Right now, he was thinking the sea.

Hank whined, an embarrassing sound that he wished he would never make again, and slumped down when Dick pulled away from him.

When Dick got to his feet, Sacha followed him, not bothering to pull up his trousers or cover the fact that he was hard and almost painfully turned on.

Sacha's lips were pulled into a grin, waiting to see what his Vampire was planning to do.

Dick scowled down at the grinning man. Any other time he would have found this hot. There was nothing he found appealing about him at this moment.

All three of his humans he could easily lift. It was just a little awkward with Hank and Corban, who were bulkier and much taller. Sacha, with just a couple inches on him, and his muscular frame tended on the leaner side, was easy to throw over his shoulder.

He went to lift him up.

Sacha stepped forwards eagerly when Dick moved to pick him up.

His arms slid around Dick's shoulders, and with a push, his legs came up to wrap around his Vampire's waist, forcing Dick to brace himself and hold onto him lest they both fall.

He gave Dick's lips a peck.

"Hello, darling."

Dick gripped his thighs and frowned up at him after the kiss.

Like this, another couple of inches was added to their height difference. Not that it bothered him. He just couldn't see where he walked. Not unless he awkwardly tried to look either side of him, or stretch his neck up to peak over his shoulder.

"You're a fucking pest." There was none of his fondness he normally had in his insults.

He pushed him up so he was made to go over his shoulder and began to leave the room.

He didn't want to deal with this. He wanted to enjoy his newest human and feed. Not deal with a nuisance.

"Ah, but Dickie, I'm your favourite pest."

Sacha was almost beaming. He had Dick's full attention. Really, that was all he ever wanted. Sacha was content now, for as long as it took Dick to enact the punishment he was sure he had already planned out.

Dick didn't answer as he strolled out of the room. He didn't plan to answer or speak to Sacha in any way shape or form as he made his way towards where he kept them. He wasn't about to give him any more attention than necessary.

It was only a short walk away. But still a walk. Hopefully one of blissful silence.

But he was doubtful.

Silence, yes, but there was no bliss.

Sacha's fingers teased up and down Dick's spine in gentle touche, designed to draw delicate shudders from him.

The Frenchman leaned forwards to press little kisses to the part of Dick's back he was closest to.

Dick attempted to suppress each shudder that crawled up his spine and caused his shoulder blades to bunch. He didn't ask Sacha to stop, either. He refused to show even the slightest bit of attention to him - both physically or verbally.

He chewed his lip.

Dick enjoyed hard sex. He enjoyed rough sex. He enjoyed sex that appeased his sadomasochist tendencies.

But softness and tenderness were, often at times, overlooked.

He almost faltered in his stride as he felt kisses along the base of his back.

Sacha was so used to Dick attempting to ignore him that he barely paid the lack of reaction any mind.

He continued on with his lightly trailing fingers and gentle kisses, bunching up the fabric in his free hand so he could touch and kiss at bare skin.

The walk seemed longer than normal. For as long as he could, he tried to ignore Sacha. Block him out. Focus on something else. But he just seemed to have the knack of knowing exactly how to play him.

"Stop it," he murmured, tightening his grip on Sacha's thighs.

What was waiting for him on his return was becoming a distant thought.

Each kiss and tease of fingers against his skin made him more aware of his strained his cock, and the one pressed down his chest.

"Non."

He was enjoying this far too much to stop.

His fingers traced lower, skimming over the skin just above the waistband of Dick's trousers.

It took an effort not to whine, and it took an effort not to squirm. He wasn't particularly successful at stopping either.

He had slowed to a stop now.

"You're such a prick," he huffed. He lifted his hand to swiftly slap Sacha's ass.

A little noise sounded when he was slapped, and he pressed his hips forwards for friction, grinding his cock against Dick.

"I'm your favourite prick," he responded with a breathless note to his voice. He would always maintain that he was Dick's favourite, no matter what he did.