[C] Braids

Despite Fleck's attempts, Dick caught the pained grunt.

He loosened his grip on the hand and pulled back from the kiss, his head hitting the wall.

"Sorry," he murmured, tongue darting across his bloodied lip.
Lines of worry appeared on his face as he hesitated.

Fleck gave a tiny little sigh, and ducked his head to press kisses along Dick's neck.

"You can't apologise every time," he muttered between kisses.

Some day Dick would learn that a little pain wasn't going to deter him, and that he didn't need to apologise every time.

Another apology rose to his throat and died down to be replaced with a soft moan. His hips involuntarily rolled again.

The hand tangled in Fleck's braids pulled his head back; out of the crook of his neck so he could lean down and capture the other man's mouth. A fresh taste of blood washed over his tongue as he kissed him deeply. Then his kisses trailed lower. Along the strong jaw and down his neck, feeling the quickened pulse under Fleck's skin.

Fleck's head tipped back when Dick pulled at his braids, and he groaned quietly when Dick's lips feathered over his skin.

He groaned again, letting his nails scrape against Dick's hips slowly.

"Fleck," he gasped, hips jerking.

The hand on Fleck's shoulder moved to grasp his shoulder, hard.

He pressed another kiss against his boyfriend's neck again, unable to stop softly murmuring his name between kisses.

God, the little kisses against his neck were driving him nuts.

He shivered, nails scraping Dicks hips again.

The nails scrapping into his skin elected another gasp and curse. His hips jerked sharply before settling into an easy rhythm, rocking against Fleck. Pleasure sparked through him with each movement.

It made is head swim.

He completely forgot where they were; his anxieties; the potential of being caught. The only thing he could focus on was the body between his legs and the skin against his lips.

Fleck gave Dick's hair a little tug, then pressed his hand against the back of Dick's head, pushing him closer to his neck.

Would Dick bite him at that little prompt?

He could only hope.

He didn't bite.

A shiver ran down his spine and he let himself be pushed closer. His mouth opened and set against the tanned skin to bruise it, not break it. His jaw angled in such a way that it won't accidently become puncture marks.

The bite had him groaning loudly.

He would have responded to it, but not a moment after the groan slipped his lips a voice piped up from behind Fleck.

"I wouldn't want any of the kids getting a free show." The femininely husky voice was quite familiar to Fleck. He turned his head, to stare down the woman leaned against the bannister.

Giacinto smiled at the two of them, and waved her hand in a rolling motion. "Don't stop on my account."

Dick's head shot up at the voice. Blue eyes widened and his mouth fell apart, the pale skin around it still bloodied from where Fleck swiped his torn tongue.

His face burned.

The instant shock settled and he pushed against Fleck's shoulder to put some distance between them, feet dropping to the floor.

"How long have you been there?!"

Fleck gave a little sigh when he was pushed back, and stepped back obediently.

"Now, that's cruel. He was just getting into it," Giacinto purred. Her head tipped to the side, and the braids she had her wild hair in slid along her shoulders.

Her hand raised, and she tapped a finger against her lower lip. "You've gone something..." Both of them did.

Dick's tongue flicked out before he could think, quickly realizing what she meant. He glowered at her and rubbed aggressively with the palm of his hand in an attempt to get rid of the blood.

"You didn't answer my question."

Fleck's own tongue ran over his bloodied lips, though it did little to help. His tongue was still bleeding some.

"Long enough." Her smile widened a little, and her eyelashes fluttered in such false innocence that she was purposefully incriminating herself.

He didn't like the vague answer. She could have announced herself as soon as she saw them or seen and heard everything.

His shame and embarrassment bled into anger.

"Did you want something then?" He snapped.

"Just to make sure no innocent eyes took a look at your shameless display."

Her dark lips curled upwards. "It's not the sort of sight such little eyes should be seeing yet. And we do have some little eyes running about here."

Her bare shoulders rolled. "But, carry on. Your book looked quite into it."

Dick opened his mouth and closed it again, lost for words. He couldn't be argue at that. She was right. That in itself made him even more infuriated and ashamed.

He crossed his arms and turned his head away.

"Well, we stopped. You can go away now."

"Mmm, that is true. All right, enjoy yourselves."

She raised her hand and waved her fingers in a little wave as she turned and strolled down the hallway.

Fleck gave a little hum when Giacinto walked away, not sure whether to be annoyed, or thankful that it was her that caught them and not a kid. He didn't want a kid to see that.

Dick ignored her as she left, teeth gritted.

Slowly, his anger subsided. With a sigh, his tense shoulders relaxed. Cheeks stained with embarrassment, he finally looked up at Fleck and noticed the blood smeared around his lips.

He hesitated before speaking.

"We should probably... you know..." He diverted his gaze. "We should probably fix up your tongue."

If he could blush more he would.

"Huh?"

His eyes turned down to Dick, as the words caught up with him. "Oh." He pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, feeling the sting of the torn flesh.

"Yeah, probably."

His feet began moving, taking him towards Dick's room, rather than outside where the pool was.

Dick was quiet and sullen as they made their way back to his room. It was the same weird clash of retro and modern items set in an Italian styled room. But it was clean and tidy - immaculately so.

The door clicked behind him and he settled down on the edge of the bed expecting Fleck to do the same.

He didn't realize he was chewing his lip until he opened his mouth.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to - since you can speak. I just thought... I just thought it might be sore and swollen later," he said, fiddling with his ring.

Fleck followed after Dick, lips tilting upwards as Dick muttered to himself.

He flung himself down onto the bed, his arms locking around Dick's ribs as he did so, yanking Dick so they were laying together on the bed; Fleck on his side, arms wrapped around Dick, who was laying flat on his back.

Fleck shifted so he was leaned on one elbow, hovering over his boyfriend. He leaned down over Dick, pressing a kiss to his lips, long and deep, and full of bloody tongue.

"You need to stop second guessing yourself." He pressed a bloody peck to Dick's lips.

Dick let out a noise of surprise as he was knocked over and welcomed the kiss with a groan. The tip of his tongue feeling the ball of Fleck's piercing as it slipped over the cut.

He licked his lips when they pulled apart.

As much as he felt he should, this time he didn't apologize. He smiled instead.

"I know."

The tips of his fingers traced along Fleck's cheek bones to curl the signature strands of hair behind his ears. Cupping his jaw he pulled him in for another long, slow kiss. The earlier passion fizzled out from his sour mood.

Fleck's lips kicked upwards at Dick's reply, and he leaned into the insistent pull of Dick's fingers.

His lips moved slowly against Dick's, savouring the kiss.

The leisurely kiss helped him unwind and he sunk further into the bed.

His tongue pushed down on the cut encouragingly. The fresh flow of blood blissfully good as it trickled down his throat. Far better than any warmed up blood bag.

A soft sigh of content passed his lips as he broke the kiss.

He smiled, thumbs stroking his boyfriend's cheeks, taking the time to admire him. His warm brown eyes; strong and sharp features; the metal stuck in the tanned skin; the very slight show of laugh lines.