Spooky Scary Skeletons [C]

"Good. Thank you."

Fleck leaned forwards to drag another kiss out of Dick before moving off him.

He laid back again and placed both legs on Dick's lap.

Then he threw his arm back over his eyes.

Face beat red, he kept to his word, letting Fleck suffer in silence.

Dick's hands clasped and rested on Fleck's knees. Eyes on the screen to discourage any thoughts about how tight Fleck's costume was.

He let out a soft groan under his breath and sunk into the couch a little more. Even watching someone getting eaten right now wasn't keeping his mind off Fleck and how good he looked. Or how he wished that it was just them right now.

Every now and then Fleck would peek out from behind his arm, but would soon retreat, cringing into the sofa so he didn't have to watch the gore.

Eventually, the film came to a close.

Fleck was the first one up, pulling Dick up after him. "As usual, you have terrible taste in films." Not that he expected any different.

He just got laughter in return as he pulled Dick out of the room.

They didn't get very far, though. Fleck only walked a couple steps before he caged Dick in against a wall. He leaned down to press his lips to Dick's firmly.

Dick didn't take too much notice of the film. His thought's still trailing to the man whose legs trailed over his.

The film ended and he was quick to jump up and follow Fleck. He waved a quick goodbye to Jay and Fleck's Ma as he was lead out of the room.

Blue eyes wondered. Snapping from Fleck to the floor only to have them wonder back. All he wanted to do was stare. All night he hasn't paid too much attention to what Fleck was wearing. now it was becoming increasingly difficult. Especially without the anxiety of meeting his parents or being introduced to another of his family member.

His breath hitched when Fleck boxed him against the wall. Feeling both relieved and surprised he kissed back eagerly. Face flushed he was quick to deepen the kiss.

Slender hands rested against either side of Fleck's face. Thumb's softly brushing Fleck's cheekbones. His tongue running over Fleck's lips.

After a minute he broke the kiss, heart thumping. In a quieter section of the house, it was easier to concentrate and listen to their own heartbeats as they picked up pace.

The corners of his lips quirked, a little bashful.

When Dick pulled back, Fleck dipped his head, kissing along Dick's jaw. He began speaking between his kisses in a low murmur, hot breath fanning over Dick's neck. "You. Were. So. Mean. To. Me."

One forearm braced against the wall moved, sliding along the wall until he could curl his gloved fingers in Dick's hair.

He pulled back slightly, breathing a little heavily as he pressed his forehead to Dick's.

"You weren't very nice at all."

A groan caught the back of his throat. The kisses Fleck left lingered, leaving his skin prickling. He shiver ran down his spine as Fleck spoke between the kisses.

He pressed in the hand as it weaved through his hair.

"You're not exactly being nice now," he said, breathless.

He kissed Fleck again. It was hard not to with his being so close.

"Revenge meanness," was his simple reply as he laved his tongue slowly along Dick's neck.

His teeth scraped gently over the man's pale skin, pinching a small patch between his teeth mercilessly for a moment.

His hips lifted off the wall and his chest heaved. He tilted his head back to expose more of his neck. Pale and littered with tiny silver scars.

"This-" his breath hitched and he gulped, "this is far meaner."

He moved his hands. Smoothing them, slowly, down Fleck's neck and chest then over his shoulder blades. The spandex was so tight there was no fabric to get caught in or tug.

"Revenge usually is."

His voice was a deep purr.

He nuzzled into Dick's neck, letting his fingers weave through Dick's hair.

The purr against his ear sent goose-bumps down his neck and along his arms.

"Guess my revenge will have to be twice as worst."

He didn't know what revenge that would be yet. He will figure something out later. Right not he was enjoying how 'mean' Fleck was being.

His hand dropped lower to the small of Fleck's back. Interlocking. He didn't dare drop lower.

"Let's take our little revenge fest somewhere more private."

Fleck grinned and, with a shift of his muscular body, bent down to hoist Dick up with a firm grip around his thighs. His hands shifted down Dick's thighs, guiding them to wrap around his hips.

He barely made a sound as he did it. Dick clearly wasn't all that heavy to the young man.

Dick jerked when he felt hands grip the back of his thighs. He couldn't protest - too surprised and embarrassed as he was hoisted up with ease and his legs wrapped around Fleck's waist. It wasn't helping the heat building up between them.

It was one thing to be held like this in the water. It was another to be held like this without assistance. Fleck didn't seem bothered at all by his weight - that in itself made him blush.

He rested his forehead in the crook of Fleck's neck.

"This is so embarrassing."

"I was kinda hoping for a sexy vibe over embarrassing."

But he'd take what he could get, he supposed. If nothing else, at least he'd got a reaction, right? That was better than nothing.

Fleck peeled away from the wall and began towards the stairs, climbing them easily. As he passed his sister's bedroom he heard a thump against the door, aloud moan and some giggly whispers.

Looks like Chai had had the same idea as him.

Fleck pressed Dick up against his closed door and lavished him with a kiss. "Think you can open the door?"

He couldn't remove his heated face from Fleck's neck. As they made their way past Chai's room he paid special attention to the beat of Fleck heart beat. It was fast, but steady and sure.

He complied with Fleck's request. Reaching next to him and turning the door knob slowly. When it clicked he pushed it open, trusting that Fleck was steady enough that they weren't going to fly through. The larger man wasn't wavering yet.

He was indeed steady enough to not let Dick fall backwards into the room when the door was opened.

Instead he strode forwards and deposited Dick on the bed. A bed that was, surprisingly, sans Sollew. The large ball of fluff was off somewhere else in the house. Fleck had kicked him out of his room so he could go and socialise.

Fleck pushed himself up so he was hovering over Dick. His hair spilled over his broad shoulder and settled besides Dick's cheek on the bed.

"Hey."

Dick loosened his thighs grip around Fleck's waist and shoulders. Fleck's hair tickled his cheek.

His own heart beat sped up.

"Hey," he replied softly.

This felt different from all them other times they have kissed. It was always somewhere public or in a communal area. Not on Fleck's bed in Fleck's room. The anticipation left him nervous.

He ran the backs of his gloved fingers down Dick's cheek.

"Feeling a little less embarrassed now?"

Fleck had certainly noticed that Dick seemed to be much less embarrassed when he wasn't in public places. When it was just the two of them, Dick relaxed. He preferred Dick relaxed to uptight and anxious.

He leaned into the hand to press a kiss against it.

"Yeah."

What had he done to deserve Fleck?

His lifted his hand to lace it with Fleck's - the one that touched his cheek.

"I'm impressed with how well you carried me."

"Good," he murmured into the air between them.

He leaned down just a little bit, about to kiss Dick again, when his boyfriend spoke.

A crooked little grin curled his lips. "These muscles aren't all just for show, y'know." He was a strong person. If he could pick up his father, and he certainly could do that, he could carry Dick around just fine.

They were nose to nose.

Dick's lips copied Fleck's smile.

"I'm glad there not."

Despite being embarrassed by his own words he didn't look away bashfully as he normally did. Blue eyes kept a steady contact with brown eyes.

"Although it would have been a lot funnier."

"Yeah, seeing you fall flat on your ass would have been hilarious," he replied in a deadpan, arching a brow.

Instead of waiting for an answer, he leaned down to kiss Dick again, stopping him from responding.

He returned the kiss. Eyelashes fanning along his cheekbone as he closed his eyes.

He brought his free hand back up to cup the back of Fleck's neck. The tips of his fingers drawing small circles. Black baby hairs curled around his fingers.

Pulling away he pressed a few kisses along Fleck's cheek.

"I would have made sure to drag you down with me."

"You'd probably be able to do it, too."

He shivered as Dick played with the wisps of hairs at the nape of his neck; a deep full-body shiver that had Fleck's eyes sliding shut and a quiet sound slipping from his throat.

"You're a lot stronger than you look."

He laughed gently against Fleck's skin.

That was a slight understatement.

"I would probably carry you around too."

He kept his tone light and joking. As if he couldn't really carry Fleck around.

As far as his strength goes, it was average for a vampire. Yet he still looked inconspicuous with his slender frame.

"I'm gonna kindly as that you dont do that."

Fleck shifted his weight, moving to lay on his side. He pillowed his head with a broad spandex-swathed bicep. His other hand reached up to trail his fingers along Dick's cheek again.

The dark blacks and blues of his gloves contrasted starkly with the paleness of Dick's cheek.