[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Dick's shoulders shook in his amusement, and he sucked firmly on the skin again.

Eyes crinkling, he pulled his hand away.

He slipped his fingers down between his cheeks, slicking his fingers on the excess oil. There was the temptation to start fucking himself on his fingers again, but he resisted and brought them back up between Corban's legs.

The middle finger was once again over Corban's entrance. This time he didn't lightly brush over it. He pushed just the first digit in and began to circle it.

He muttered another curse under his breath.

Asshole.


He groaned in deep satisfaction when Dick's oiled finger pushed into him. His hips rolled backwards, pushing Dick's finger in deeper.

Dick refused to let his finger go deeper. He continued to tease the entrance - just giving a little more than what he had previously.

He gave him nothing more.

Not yet.

His grip on Dick's hair strained, pulling it tightly.

This was torture. Literal torture, and he was kicking himself for living up to this rule.

"Dick," he hissed sharply.

Dick let out a hiss himself as his hair was pulled, lips leaving the skin. He stretched his tongue out to still lick at the weeping wounds.

His finger was still only one torturous digit in.

He seriously wanted to see how worked up he could get Corban.

He exhaled sharply and spewed a string of Greek obscenities.

"No, that's enough."

He tugged at Dick's hair. "You've teased me enough."

Dick decided that he really hadn't teased him about.

Feeding, he held the power.

Cruelly, he pulled his finger out and skimmed his fingers down to cup Corban's balls. He gently massaged them.

Corban pinched Dick's chin, pulling his face upwards.

His green eyes were lit with fire, almost wild.

"Be wary, Dick." If Dick wasn't careful, he was going to get a cruel punishment. Corban could be as cruel as Dick if he wanted to be.

Dick looked up at Corban, cheeks flushed and he had to bit his lip between his teeth to try - and fail - to hide his grin. There was hot pull in his stomach. There was nothing more satisfying then winding up someone so intently.

"I'm very wary."

Dick wondered if Corban was so hot for this, that he would let him do as he pleased when he wasn't actually feeding.

Not that he was technically feeding on him much in the first place.

Instead, he stayed still as he waited for his chin to be let go so he could "feed".

Corban's eyes narrowed.

The little shit knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly what he was doing to Corban.

He pressed down on Dick's lower lip firmly for a moment with his thumb before letting up, releasing his grip.

Dick's lip had quickly scabbed over, but the pressure of Corban's thumb had broken it. He subtly jerked and inhaled sharply. Then the pressure was gone. He licked it once with his tongue before going back to his act of feeding.

His hand continued to massage Corban for a second more before he reached back.

This time, he pushed his whole finger inside him.

Yet, forever the little shit, he fucked Corban shallow, at a terrible angle. Like a virgin that hadn't a clue on what they were doing. Totally and utterly unsatisfying.

Corban sucked his teeth noisily in disapproval.

Dick was doing this to be an asshole now. Before he hadn't been 100% convinced. There were little thoughts of doubt. 


Maybe he didn't realise how cruel he was being.


He didn't have any of those thoughts now.

Corban tugged sharply at Dick's hair again.

In response to the tug on his hair, Dick turned his bright blue eyes up at Corban as if to say, this is what you want? Isn't it?

Technically, he knew it was.

He also knew this was exactly what Corban didn't want.

Corban bared his teeth. That was a trait he had picked up in his years with Dick. It was something all the Vampires did when they were particularly angry - showing off their fangs. The Vampires were generally his only interaction outside of Sacha and Hank. He'd picked up a few things from them over the years.

His hips shifted again, trying to prompt Dick. Again.

A thrill went up Dick's spine as Corban bared his teeth. Oh, he was pissed, just by a little bit of friendly teasing. It was cute.

Self-satisfied, Dick gave in to Corban's wants. He angled and curled the finger inside him better to pleasure the sensitive spot, thrusting it in and out deeply.

He muttered lowly in Greek, a curse and insult to Dick.

His hips rocked, and his hand pulled upwards, guiding Dick up by his hair.

The kiss he demanded from Dick was harsh and rough. His teeth clicked unforgivingly against Dick's.

It was by far not the most pleasant kiss he had received with their teeth clinking uncomfortably together, but he had the appreciation for the force behind it. So much so that a shiver crawled up his spine.

"Who said I was done?" He breathlessly asked when he got a chance to speak.

"I did," he replied breathlessly.

His teeth caught Dick's lower lip, splitting it again with the force and tugging on it.

Then he pushed back into the kiss, even more passionate than before.

Dick jerked and yelped as his lip was tugged on roughly and he could taste his blood as they kissed.

He briefly wondered if he was going to have a lip at all after this.

Dick was pliant with the roughness and tried to match the force. It was difficult to do when he wasn't the one so wound up. Amusement wasn't the strongest contender in this match compared to being pissed or frustrated.

A hand clung to the back of Corban's neck while the other remained between his legs.

Blood rolled down both their chins, staining Dicks pale skin red.

Cirban pulled back enough to run his tongue over the deep red rivulets, licking up the spilt blood.

His lips ran down over Dicks throat, leaving gentle pecms in his wake.

Dick licked his lip and tilted his head back as Corban diverted his attention down, bearing his neck for him.

He inhaled shakily, the sudden gentleness was a shock. Such tenderness after the roughness was always felt with intensity.

"Fuck, Corban." He tightened his fingers in the dark hair.

He smiled against Dick's throat, tongue running over his skin, feather light.

Corban liked that, even after a decade with the Vampire, he could pull such strong reactions out of him.

Despite finding new humans to entertain him, Dick still enjoyed him and didn't want to let him go. A thought that had worried him when Dick first brought home Sacha, and again when Hank joined their family.

Dick shuddered and squirmed.

He felt like in a matter of a few moments his whole body had caught fire. The ache between his legs that he managed to put aside when teasing Corban had become forefront.

"Go lower."

Dick tugged on Corban's hair.

"Please."

Corban paused at the plead.

His lips curled upwards against Dick's skin and his fingers tapped against his hips teasingly.

His tongue flicked over pale skin, but didn't move any lower.

It felt like there was something pointed in the way Corban paused and tapped his hips, but Dick couldn't think straight.

With effort, he pushed down the whine that tried to rise up to his throat. He knew this game. When people begin to beg it make you want to push them, even if it was at a point when you didn't think about making them beg at all.

At least, that was what he did.

He shuddered again when the tongue ran over the sensitive skin and pulled his lip between his teeth.