Amber is the colour of love

Ignicio stared at the man for a few long moments in silence, arms crossed over his chest.

"I have a pretty good idea." His eyes slid around the room, resting on an ornate incense burner on the windowsill. He toyed with the idea of tossing it out of the window for a minutes before sighing. No, he was sure the women would kill him if he did.

So his eyes turned back to Dick. His eyebrow twitched and he stalked forwards, curling a hand around the Englishman's. "Stop freaking doing that," he grumbled. No matter how many times Dick did it, it always pissed him off. Always.

He hummed, questioning what the idea was, refusing to speak. His eyes focused on the ring now. Still oblivious to the ornate incense burner, despite its obvious presences.

He was also oblivious to the heavy footsteps, trying to stay in his own little world to try and ignore his bodies impulses and sudden 'needs'.

His body jolted as hands grasped his, and he broke away from his little world to turn face to face with Ignicio - with the intent on telling to other he do what he wants. The words died on his tongue before they could be spoken. Mere inches away was the vampire that had been plaguing his mind. His heart rates raced a little faster, all urges and desires hitting his thoughts again.

He gulped and griped the other mans hand. His eyes slowly moving up to the Elders eyes.

When the younger man's hand gripped his hand, his eyes flickered up to meet Dick's.

And any rational thought died right then. He spent a moment giving it a proper burial before leaning forwards to give Dick a hard kiss, tongue darting out to trace the seam of the younger man's lips.

Whatever was in that incense was really doing a number on him. And he wasn't fighting it. He'd ask Giacinto what it was later and see if there was any more lying around...

But for now his mind was focussed on something else. Something a hell of a lot more important.

Richards own rational thought exited as soon as he let out a little gasp. His arms shot up to wrap around Ignicio's neck, opening his mouth as the the Elders tongue ran across the bottom of his.

He stood up and leaned against the table, pulling Ignicio down so he was enable to kiss him better - living his impulses and less then innocent thoughts. He ran a hand through the older vampires hair, his breath becoming sorted and his blood either in his cheeks or in his groin.

A quiet purr rumbled in his chest when the man ran his slim fingers through his hair.

His tongue slid into the younger man's mouth as his hands found his hips, gripping them tightly as he kissed him roughly.

God, he liked this horny Dick.

His hands slid from hip to thigh then hoisted him up to wrap the younger man's legs around his slim hips.

He groaned at the purr, loving that sound Ignicio made, encouraging him to continue to run his fingers through the Elders much longer hair - accidently pulling at it when there were small knots.

He pulled at the hair as he clenched his fist and moaned again as the tanned hands tightly grabbed his hips. His lips were already started to feel a little swollen and the stubble scratched and tickled his skin, but he, for the lack of words, fucking loved it. And every fiber in him made him kiss back with force, basing it on what his body told him to do, rather then his lack of experience.

He let his legs wrap around the others waist with no complaint, all of his anger and stuffiness seemingly a thing of the past at this moment in time. All he could foccuse on was his wants and desires.

Ignicio shivered violently when the younger vampire tugged his hair.

His hands slid under the younger man's shirt, moving upwards slowly, marvelling over the soft skin under his rough, calloused skin, pushing the shirt upwards.

Yes, he definitely liked this Dick. A lot.

His mouth moved from the younger man's lips, across his cheek then down his neck.

His skin quivered as the tougher skin slide under his shirt, exploring his own body painfully slow. He shivered a little as his warm skin was exposed to the cool air, goose bumping a little.

He gave out another little groan as the Elders lips moved down his neck and over old and faded love bites that Ignicio had left before. He leaned his head back to expose his neck, sliding his eyes shut and tightening his grip around Ignicio's slim waist.

He wasn't feeling very merciful towards clothes at the moment. And Dick's shirt was irking him. So he tore it. The buttons popped and pinged across the room and he pushed the shirt down over the younger man's shoulders.

His teeth nipped at the Englishman's neck softly, tongue running over the skin, tasting it.

As his hands slid down the man's sides again, hips hips pushed forwards lightly.

Richard let the other destroy his shirt, not caring that it will bug him later. Besides, it was only a cheap working button-up shirt. He moved his arms for a second to let it slip off his shoulders and then wrapped them back around Ignicio's neck.

The now shirtless body was a little flushed, not like it's normal pale tone, with his pink nipples perked. His body was defined, yet still soft around the edges. There were a few moles on his body, freckles littered sparingly on the top of his back and arms. On the lower part of his back, on his left side, was a thumb-nail sized birth mark - irregular in shape.

He let out another little content moan, and pulled on the fine hairs nearest to the neck- loving the reaction that Ignicio had to it.

His body twitched a little as larger hands ran down his sides, and he moved his own hips forward in response.

Ignicio's lips travelled lower, tongue darting out to trace paths between the moles dotted over the Englishman's skin.

He shivered again when Dick tugged on his hair.

"If you're not careful, Dick..." He trailed off meaningfully, hands dipping down to the button of his partners trousers, unsnapping it easily and pulling down the zipper.

He sharply inhaled as the hands drifted lower, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers in a snap. He looked down, biting his lip at the sight of the tanned hand simply being so near his now open trousers, exposing (only a tad) of the clean white briefs.

He rested his head in the crook of Ignicio's neck. He squeezed his eyes shut and continued to tug on the long hair, then running his slender fingers through it. His hips rolled slightly against Ignicio's hand

His fingers curled around the top of Dick's trousers and tugged, bringing them down over his hips and down his thighs. He shuffled back away from Dick as he pulled then tossed the clothing across the room.

Clothes were unnecessary at the moment.

His wine eyes drifted down over the scantily clad body slowly, starting at his face then drifting lower.

He felt himself being moved and suddenly sitting on top of the chest of draws. He watched in fascination as his own trousers were pulled off his legs and simply tossed aside - landing next to his boots, which he can't remember being taken off.

Now only clothed in jewellery, briefs and socks, he did not feel all that exposed, the Amber intoxicating and erasing the normal embarrassment. The did not stop him shifting a little under Ignicio's gaze - the wine eyes dropping lower and lower.

Simply being looked at turned him on, and he let out a little whimper, tired of waiting for Ignicio to lead the way.

A brown eyebrow quirked and he dipped his head to press his lips against the younger man's thigh.

"When did you get this~?" he purred, tongue running over the inked heart on the Englishman's thigh.

He definitely hadn't been expecting Dick to have a tattoo. He seemed to uptight and rule-abiding to even think about getting a tattoo. Was he drunk when he got it? That seemed the most likely explanation.

He knees distanced themselves as soon as lips met his long forgotten tattoo. His mouth turned into a little 'O' and a moan followed. His hands threaded back into Ignicio's hair.

"I can't-" He took in another sharp intake of breath, and leaned back slightly while his knees continued to inch apart. "I can't remember."

He massaged Ignicio's head and leaned back on his other arm, a shiver crawling up his spine from the sensation and the the little breeze.