[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Corban pressed a kiss to the thumb pressed against his lips.

"That is why we've been your favourite humans so far."

Dick couldn't deny that. He'd told them - Sacha and Corban, at least - numerous times in their years together, in tender moments. 

Sacha and Corban tested Dick in ways other humans hadn't. It annoyed him, yes, but it satisfied him, too. Dick loved their particular brand of annoying.

Dick pulled back his thumb like it burned. He felt exposed.

"You don't understand what annoying means," he spoke in Greek. It wasn't as fluent as his Italian or French. He had to speak slowly and cautiously.

Corban's head tipped to the side, and his eyes ran slowly over Dick's face, watching his expression.

What had happened between him and Sacha when they were alone? He wasn't usually this skittish around him.

"Definition don't change when language does." Corban spoke in a rather rough dialect of Greek. Unlike Sacha, who was a delicate aristocrat, or even Hank, who was born to a quickly-rising family of money, Corban had been a slave when Dick found him, a young man that had been kept by a farmer for the majority of his life.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't mi- mis-" There was hesitancy. A tiny frown drew his eyes brows together before his expression was one of simple fuck it. "-mistranslate."

Even learning through Corban's rough dialect, the word was well and truly butchered.

That wasn't a word he was familiar with. Dick would have learned that word through Giacinto, who was the go-between and Dick's tutor in Greek when Corban was new and they couldn't communicate well.

His brows just raised slightly, not wanting to admit he didn't know a word in his mother tongue that Dick did know.

Corban could, at times, be proud for a man that grew up, and continues to live as, a slave.

Dick watched Corban curiously. He came to the conclusion he either butchered the word so much that Corban didn't understand, or he didn't understand something in his own language.

Considering his lack of smug smile when it came to the former, he came to the conclusion it was the latter.

"Mistranslate," he said, switching back in English to see if he knew the translation.

Corban shook his head again.

No, he didn't know the word, in English or Greek. That happened occasionally. He wasn't an educated man. The most education he had got had been here with Dick, and not a lot of time was dedicated to learning here.

Dick tugged on his lip as he thought, slowly sitting down to kneel in front of him.

"It's like when I want to say you are good, Καλός, in Greek. But I mistranslate good from English to κακό. So instead of saying you are good, I say you are bad. I mistranslated."

Not the eloquent way of putting it, but he wasn't a scholar.

Although he will admit, he did enjoy teaching and learning. Even if he can be, at times, not the most patient teacher or learner.

Dick pursed his lips as the conversation came full circle.

"I do enjoy a challenge, but you're not my favourites," he said as if only half an hour ago he was very much calling Sacha that. That Sacha was his and he was Sacha's. Then the need of some reassurance that Sacha won't leave him.

They were undoubtedly his favourites in a long time, and he didn't like that.

He leaned forward to kiss Corban's neck, slowly and sensually.

"ψέματα," he murmured, eyes sliding shut when Dick leaned forwards to kiss his throat.

Dick could say what he wanted. His feelings were shown in the way he held them close and allowed them to deny him without arguments.

They were his favourites, no matter what he said.

His freaked face heated and he kept it hidden in the curve of Corban's neck. Pretending that he didn't know the translation of ψέματα. Lie.

His tongue licked over Corban's pulse before it trailed up to his ear to flick the lobe. Then he nipped it.

Slender hands were placed on the base of his neck, resting on his collarbone.

Corban's hands slid over Dick's thighs, and rested lightly on Dick's hips.

His thumbs pushed under the hem of his shirt, and rubbed light circles on the pale skin of his hips.

Dick made a small noise, pleased noise at the attention that wasn't jibing or bratty behaviour. He leaned into the pads of the thumbs eagerly.

Tiny kisses trailed across Corban's jaw towards his lips, where he continued to kiss him still lightly; still slowly; still gently.

Corban wasn't Sacha.

Corban was a patient man. He liked slow and gentle and light when slow and gentle and light were due.

His teeth caught Dick's lower lip, holding it captive as he sucked gently, teasingly, at the Vampire's lower lip, then released it without any brutality that was often shown to lips during more heated kisses.

He liked the sensuality of tender moments. With Sacha, he craved it. With Hank, he was still nothing more than a simple toy for him to go to him for this type of affection. There was an intensity in it that was unique. It left him breathless and flushed. Stripped.

Corban may as well had kissed his thumb again.

He closed the gap between them again to kiss. He flicked the tip of his tongue between parted lips, to meet Corban's.

Corban's tongue flicked against Dick's when it pushed into his mouth, inviting Dick to play.

His hands began to slide higher slowly. The further upwards he moved, the further his shirt was pushed up, bunching up on his wrists. 

Corban's blunt nails scraped slightly over Dick's ribs, and this thumbs massaged in small circles.

Dick was receptive to the tongue and kissed Corban deeper. His hands drifted up to cup the back of his neck. His fingers weaved into the brown hair.

With an incredibly manly yelp, he jerked back, arms clamped to his ribs.

"Don't do that," he hissed, the ghost of a smile on his face.

Corban's eyes turned heavenward in exasperation when Dick jerked back.

He knew Dick was ticklish. It wasn't something you could avoid finding out about someone with almost a decade of history between them.

He had thought, though, that he had avoided any ticklish areas this time. Apparently not.

He definitely needed to relearn all the ticklish areas on Dick's body.

Dick narrowed his eyes at Corban's expression of exasperation.

Safe in the knowledge that tickling him wasn't the intent, he rearranged himself back as he was. His arms unclamped from his rips to weave his fingers back into his hair, and he leaned forward to start kissing him again. Cautiously.

When Dick resituated himself in his lap, Corban's gaze turned downwards again to watch Dick's expression.

His lips curled upwards slightly.

He pressed into the kiss a little, making lit a little less gentle. His hands found Dick's hips again, but didn't try to push up his shirt this time.

Dick responded to the kiss enthusiastically, nipping at Corban's lower lip or tease the inside of his mouth. He very much led it.

As he kissed, his hips pressed back into the thumbs. He began to make small, tiny circles with them, to rub against Corban's still clothed crotch.

Corban allowed Dick to lead the kiss.

His grip, however, tightened on Dick's hips when he began rocking them against his own. He leaned back, pulling away from the kiss, but pinning himself to the wall in the process.

"óchi. If you want to play, strip."

"Here I was seeing how long I could go with keeping my shirt on."

He tugged on the laces to widen the neck. Slowly. Blue eyes flirtily looked on at Corban. In one fluid motion, he pulled off his shirt.

The freckles were more compact over the tops of his shoulders, forearms and chest. But they still speckled down his back and stomach, then lower. Time spent too long without his shirt on under Mediterranian sun when he was human.

There were faded scars too, small nicks. They were also mostly from when he was human. Ironically, the majority of them came about from accidents on the boat rather than fighting.

Despite what some would consider flaws, he held himself up in all his egotistical glory.

"Never long." That was true. When Corban wanted to play, he never let Dick stay clothed for long.

His eyes swept over the pale chest revealed to him appreciatively.

"And the rest," he prompted after a moment.