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He tore open the swab and flicked open the knife, cleaning the already pretty immaculate blade as he walked back towards the bed.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he moved onto the bed, tossing the swab aside. He could clean up later.

Dick pulled on his lip. The sudden change in Fleck, that militaristic quality that he now had like earlier, was undeniably hot. He was unsure if he would rather just lay here or bend him over.

He stayed still. He promised blood.

"Certain."

Fleck leaned over Dick to give him a slow, lingering kiss.

Then he pulled back and began kissing slowly down his body again, pausing to mark his collarbone, then tease one nipple then the other. He kissed down and down and down, skipping over his cock, to begin kissing lightly at the inside of one thigh.

He pressed the flat of the cold knife to Dick's heated skin, just stroking it teasingly softly for now.

Dick sat still, flushed. A few airy groans passed his lips as he was kissed and teased. He was half hard. Again.

He clutched sheets and inhaled deeply when cool metal met his skin. He stayed still, so still, as he watched the knife tease him.

The anticipation sat heavy in his chest. That was the worst bit.

Equally, it was also the best.

He didn't tease Dick for too long.

Fleck drew the sharp blade along Dick's skin, just deep enough for a line of red to well up a few seconds after he'd made the cut. It was a short cut, less than two inches long, but that was all he needed.

He flicked the blade closed and leaned down, tongue running along the cut to gather the blood that had welled up.

A warm hand pressed down onto Dick's thigh, and his thumb pressed just above the cut. That brought more blood from the little wound, that he lapped up eagerly.

The cut came as a surprise and Dick sucked in a sharp breath. The slit of red was a sharp contrast to the pale, pinked skin. The air made it sting and Fleck's tongue wasn't particularly soothing.

He pulled on his lip as Fleck pushed down on the cut to make it bleed more.

Reaching forward he rested his hand lightly on the back of Fleck's neck. He scratched at the short shaven hairs encouragingly.

Fleck didn't drink for long.

After just a few short moments, he'd lost the burning feeling in his shoulder. It was healed.

The wonders of having a Vampire boyfriend.

He pressed a bloodied kiss to Dick's upper thigh, leaving a red print morbidly reminiscent of a lipstick mark, then moved upwards a little.

His hand pressed at Dick's inner thighs, pushing them apart.

"Feel better?" He asked as he let Fleck pry his thighs further apart.

The hand on the back of Fleck's head moved away as Dick held himself up on both elbows again, watching with his pupils blown and a flush high on his cheeks.

Fleck hummed his response, pressing kisses slowly up Dick's thigh.

He moved at a purposefully torturous pace.

Dick made a pleased noise.

"Good."

The guilt wasn't there anymore. Fleck was hurt but he managed to heal him. Fix him.

He liked being useful.

He liked that no matter what, he could make Fleck better.

The blood dripped down his leg before his cut quickly dried. Dick let out a frustrated huff. As nice as the kisses on his thigh felt, making the skin shudder, he was getting impatient.

"I might sleep if you keep going this slow."

The teasing comment had Fleck's teeth sinking sharply into Dick's thigh. A punishment for being smart-mouthed.

"Last I checked, we were playing a game," he pointed out.

He was rather eager to get back to it, actually.

Dick gasped and jerked.

"I was interested in where this was going."

He looked past his interested cock at Fleck with a raised eyebrow.

"Absolutely nowhere," he chuckled lightly, tongue tracing the indents left behind by his teeth.

He was just teasing Dick with no intention of actually doing anything, because he knew that eventually Dick'd get impatient or too turned on and turn the tides.

That was what he was waiting for.

Dick groaned and flopped down on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"You're horrible."

He was very turned on, but he was far more interested in Fleck's head between his legs than the other way around.

"Yup," he agreed.

He pressed a kiss to the crease of his thigh, then traced more kisses up towards his hip.

He was horrible and he was never going to change.

Dick stubbornly stayed as he was, enjoying the kisses as frustrating as they were.

He knew what game Fleck was playing at now and two can play it.

Who was going to be the most patient of the two?

Experience told him that he would. Dick wasn't best known for his patience. He never was.

Fleck's tongue traced slowly along his hipbone, towards his cock.

Narrow hips lifted a touch and Dick's cock twitched in anticipation when he felt the tongue trace his skin.

He knew that Fleck was purposely being a tease. He knew that tongue wasn't going to go any further than close to the base. He still sucked in a breath and held it.

Dick was right.

He didn't even get close to the base of his cock when he pulled away, instead pressing another kiss to his mid-thigh.

He began the entire process again on the other leg.

Dick huffed in place of where he hoped he would moan. Then he kicked his leg out in frustration.

The other tensed out his control, lower body poised and ready for the expected contact of Fleck's mouth against sensitive skin.

He could imagine it as Fleck traced his skin and his cock twitched again.

This was worst then any other time he was teased. At least he knew deep down there would be an outcome that wasn't promised this time.

Fleck was nice and slow as he tasted along Dick's thigh.

He was completely unhurried as his lips and tongue found the crease, and then traced upwards to his sharp hipbone.

He languidly licked at his hipbone down towards his cock again.

Dick let out another frustrated huff.

It had barely been a few minutes. But what the point in waiting when what he wanted wasn't going to come?

He felt resigned.

A hand reached down so he could grip Fleck's jaw and lift it up.

He was going to say something, but he didn't. His normal set of playful insults suddenly felt too mean.

Instead, he leaned forward to meet Fleck's lips and kiss him heatedly, pushing him back as he did so so their positions were flipped.

Fleck's head lifted easily under Dick's fingers.

His lips quirked upwards slightly. He'd won. He had a lot more patience to his name than Dick did, clearly.

He laid back without a fight, pressing into the kiss easily.

The lack of fight annoyed him. Getting annoyed annoyed him.

He continued to kiss him heatedly as his hands found Fleck's wrists. He pinned them in place beside his head firmly.

When he pulled back he had Fleck's lip between his teeth until it sprang free. Then he mouthed his neck, sucking hard on the patch of skin.

Fleck gasped in a sharp mix of pleasure and pain when his lip was dragged through teeth.

His hips rocked upwards a little.

His head dropped back, offering Dick more of his throat to explore.