[C][M] Decorations

Corban looked around the market with interest as he and Dick strolled through it.

It was still odd to him - seeing all these people bustling around, living their lives. Dick had him as a near constant companion when at markets. With Corban's height and muscles (generally taller than everyone around them, at six foot three) it made getting through crowds that bit easier, especially when Dick had his whole entourage with him.

He didn't, though, today. It was just Dick, dressed up with lace and clean clothing, leading Corban, dressed down in just a pair of dark pants, through the market.

This was their second day in port, and the day Dick had decided to take his longest-standing human to get... decorated.

Corban was almost as excited for the new jewels as Dick was, though you would hardly know from looking at him, stoic as always.

Dick darted easily through the late afternoon crowd. There was a pleased spring in his step as he led the way for his human to be decorated.

He had been looking forward to this day for the whole voyage. Today was finally the day.

"This way."

He turned into a quiet side alley and lead Corban towards a plain door. Without knocking, he led them inside as one would do to go into a shop.

Corban followed silently behind Dick as he was led into the shop.

What a shop it was, indeed. The wooden display cases and furniture were rich and glossy darkwood. Expensive.

The jewellery in the cases was intricate, gold and silver emblazoned with jewels of every colour.

Behind the counter were two figures. A tall, slim man and a delicate looking woman, both dressed in fine, intricately detailed clothing.

"Welcome, lord, to the Witch's Eye," the woman greeted in Italian with a small dip of her body - a minute curtsey.

Corban's eyes were dram immediately to the closest display case. He didn't know the language, and expected Dick would be doing all the arranging. He had the chance for now to admire the beautiful creations before he was adorned with his own jewellery.

The golden necklaces and earrings with green jewels gained the most of his attention. It was all so beautiful. He reached out, fingertips resting on the glass of the display case, just above a collar-style necklace decorated with dozens of emeralds.

How would that feel around his throat? Resting against his chest? The metal cold, the emeralds glittering in the light...

Dick strolled over to the man and woman, very quickly sussing out who exactly was the true owner of the shop.

"Afternoon, I hear you do piercings, correct?"

He leaned on the counter easily but still containing some poise. He had the casual aurora that only few could afford, or were too poor to care.

His eyes flicked rather appreciatively over the tall man before fixating on the small woman. He grinned, good mood radiating.

Adrian, with the aurora of someone who didn't give a shit, rolled his mismatched eyes.

Angela slapped her husband's arm when his eyes rolled. She hadn't even looked up at him. She just knew he had done it.

"For yourself?" she questioned, turning her eyes over the Vampire in front of her, then to the human still enamoured with her jewellery at the front of the shop. "Or your... meal?"

Either way, she would be able to given the right price.

"Adrian, go and clean up the back for them," she ordered, adjusting her skirts of her dress as she moved around the counter to stand in front of Dick.

"I'll cook and beat our rugs while I'm at it," he muttered under his breath, but obediently followed his wife's orders without another thought. His words were, dryly, in good humour.

"My meal."

Dick turned his eyes from the woman to Corban, noting his interest in the expensive bit of jewellery in the room. Probably the most bit of jewellery in your room.

It would certainly look pretty around his tanned neck.

"Nipple piercing, or maybe the both, I haven't decided yet. A few ear piercings too while we are at it. They would frame his face nicely."

"Every rug," she shot back as Adrian departed. There was a smile on her rouge-stained lips as she watched him leave.

Angela's gaze followed Corban's movements for a long moment before she strode towards him.

With firm hands, she nudged Corban around so he was facing her. She appraised him with sharp eyes, then reached up to pinch at his nipples, eyes narrowed in thought.

Corban stilled under the sudden ministrations, pale eyes turning up to Dick in question.

"Yes, these will pierce nicely." Angela released the human's nipples and patted his cheek firmly. "Come. We pierce in the back." She spun on her heel, the tight braid her hair was in fanning out in an arc as her skirts swished around her ankles.

Dick watched Angela as she marched up and assessed Corban. His eyes narrowed as she laid hands on his human. There were his nipples to pinch. But he held back his tongue, remembering there was a very good reason for it.

"We're going out back."

He strolled back over to Corban and pinched his nipples firmly himself as if to reclaim him. He tugged sharply on them to pull him down for a short kiss.

Corban gave more of a reaction when Dick pinched his nipples, groaning quietly in pleasure as he hunched down to accept his kiss.

It was over too quickly, though, and they were following the small, feisty woman into the back room.

There was a chair in the centre of the room, and beside it a small table with a few pieces of equipment on it. Besides the equipment was a bloostained rag.

Adrian was stood to the side, forceful leaned down, with Angela stood before him, grasping the cravat he wore, yanking him down for a kiss.

"Sit him down, keep him still," Angela ordered, pulling away from Adrian to address Dick.

Adrian regarded them with disinterest but stood at the ready for his wife's instructions. There was a slight, pleased upturn on his lips.

"Sure thing, madam," Dick said as he led Corban to the seat. He stood behind him, holding a firm grasp to his shoulders.

He leaned down so his lips were unashamedly next to Corban's ear.

"I hope you're ready," he sang softly.

Corban followed Dick's guide and sat down on the chair in the room, looking around at his Vampire in question when hands laid firmly on his shoulders.

"I am," he murmured back, watching as Angela picked up a long, thick needle. He didn't sound so convinced, but he wanted this, even if it was going to be painful.

Angela looked over the needle, tutting softly. "You need to learn to clean these better," she scolded her husband as she bent, pinching Corban's nipple again and pulling it taut. The needle wasn't clean, but it would do.

It did cut through Corban's flesh easily. Clean it was not, but it was certainly sharp. She pushed the needle through, stretching the skin around it.

Corban cringed, jaw clenched, hissing loudly in pain. A strained Greek curse fell from his lips.

Angela pulled the needle from his flesh, and wiped at his chest with the rag, mopping up blood before reaching for a golden piercing, pushing it through the new hole and securing it in place.

She wasted no time pushing the needle through the other nipple.

Dick held Corban's tighter as he hissed, observing what Angela was doing. He was wholly unaffected by the sights and sounds, unlike some nobles then.

There were worse sights he had seen. Besides, it was easier to keep a straight face when you were not the one having a needle shoved through a sensitive part of the body. Or make that two.

He hadn't confirmed if he wanted both done, but in retrospect, it was a good decision. Besides, if he really thought just the one would suit Corban later on it can easily be removed.

Blood continued to drip down Corban's chest as Angela fitted the second piercing.

She wiped at it, smearing red over the dark skin, then wiped at his cheek, soaking up a tear that had rolled down it.

"Ears?" she prompted, wiping the blood off her needle and readying herself for the next piercing.

"Ears."

He took the tie out of his own braid to secure Corban's hair to the nape of his neck. He returned his grip his shoulders, bending down to murmur in Corban's ear again.

"These are an extra gift."

He pressed a kiss to the salty cheekbone.

An extra gift.

Corban was touched. This was the first piece of jewellery Dick was buying him, and he was going above and beyond and getting him more than he had promised.

His lips quirked upwards as Angela pushed the needle through his ear and replaced it with a gold stud. Something incredibly simple. She shifted around and repeated the action, then stood back, appraising her work.

Blood was still rolling down Corban's chest, but it would likely stop bleeding soon.

"I'm done. Heal your meal up, then we can talk payment. Adrian,
clean this up." Her eyes turned to him sharply. "Properly this time."

With the same unashamed spirit, he straddled Corban's lap, grinning. Adrian muttered something about wives and vampires, deciding he wanted to clean up elsewhere.

Blue eyes roamed up and down Corban's chest appreciatively. The twinkling bits of gold certainly looked stunning on him - even with blood running down his chest.

He gathered up a droplet with his thumb and brought it to his mouth, sucking on it until it popped out of his mouth.

"I'm impressed with how well you took that. It is certainly worth it." His lips stretched into a grin. "You look gorgeous," he purred.

Corban slumped in the seat, wincing against the sting in his abused nipples. His pale eyes turned up to Dick's and a little smile curled his lips.

He watched as Dick sucked on his bloodstained thumb, breath catching in his throat. Even hurt as he was, he had to admit that was hot.

"I don't feel gorgeous. I feel... hurt." He winced again, but reached up to wrap his arms around Dick's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

He'd barely begun the kiss when his teeth snagged Dick's lower lip and split the sensitive (and still barely healed after the last time) skin.

Dick laughed at Corban's comment as he learned was pulled down for a kiss.

He hissed and squirmed as Corban reopened the split lip. He pulled back to deepen it with his own fang before kissing him again, allowing Corban to focus on his bottom lip.

There was the temptation to lean on him, but he held back. Partly because it would be uncomfortable on Corban's freshly pierced nipples, mostly because he didn't want to stain his virgin shirt so soon.

Corban sucked on Dick's lip eagerly, pulling mouthfuls of blood from the lip.

When he could feel the itchy tingling around his nipples, he eased up, now kissing Dick instead of just sucking on his lip.

He kept the kiss going for a little while before leaning back.

"Clean up the blood," he murmured.

Dick's face split into a smile and the blood dripped past the seam of his lip.

"Yes, Corban," he said with a purr.

His hands dropped to Corban's hips and he pushed himself back to give himself some space.

The tip of his tongue started far lower than where the blood had dripped to. He ran it up over the defined muscles, collecting the blood as he did. It curled back into his mouth just shy of Corban's nipple.

Corban relaxed against the chair, his pain-tensed muscles relaxing as Dick's blood healed him. The itching and pain was going away.

His eyes dropped, watching Dick as he ran his tongue over his stomach, tracing muscles and cleaning up blood.

His lips quirked upwards slightly.

He was very much taking his time enjoying healing and cleaning up his human, savouring the taste of blood and the shape of his torso. He had little care that he had a payment to make.

The beauty of being wealthy.

He very gently gave one of the nipples an open-mouthed kiss, sucking softly as he pulled back. An appreciative sound caught his throat.

The tip of his tongue breached his parted lips to lightly traced around where metal met skin.

Corban groaned, back arching into the lips teasing at his nipple.

His head tipped back and he groaned again as his Vampire's cool tongue teased around an almost completely healed piercing.

Dick continued lightly teasing it with soft touches of his mouth and tongue. His hands had lifted from Corban's hips to his waist to feel how he would squirm under him.

He pulled back to blow on the flushed skin - purposefully adding a chill to it. A little trick he discovered he could do a couple of centuries back.

Corban shuddered when the icy breath chilled his damp skin.

He tangled his fingers in Dick's hair, pulling him closer. Their lips were just about to meet when a clearing throat sounded.

Angela was stood at the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. "There'll be none of that in my home. For shame." she stepped forwards, shooing them both out of the chair.

"Fornicate on your own time. I'll not have it under my roof." Not unless she got to join in.