[C] London

When the hand pressed over his mouth, he sniggered, grinning widely. Pushing Dick's buttons was never not amusing.

He knew something else that would get a reaction, too.

His tongue swiped wetly over the palm that was keeping him from talking.

Dick grimaced as he snatched his saliva coated hand back. A noise of disgust sounding from him as he looked at it.

He narrowed his eyes. His brain clicked as he remembered a way he could stop Fleck from laughing. At least, metaphorically.

He drove his fingers into Fleck's ribs unforgivingly, eyes still narrowed at his boyfriend.

"Say you won't ever use that word again."

Fleck yelped and wheeled back, trying to push himself away from his boyfriend's evil fingers.

"You'll never take me alive!" he declared loudly as he wriggled, attempting to get as far away from Dick as he could.

Dick didn't allow him to write away. His fingers were fast as they pinched and dug into Fleck's sides.

He leant down, hovering close.

"Say it!"

"No!"

What that sort of reaction, he was never going to let go of that word. Dick couldn't make him.

"If you carry on, I'm going to piss on you, and who's going to be sorry then!" he warned in a half shriek.

He stopped at Fleck's warning, hands resting on Fleck's side.

"Then promise me: You're not going to use that word near me ever again."

His hands scraped up Fleck's sides in his own warning.

He shook his head and pressed his lips together to try and hide a smile.

He was never going to make that promise, and Dick would never be able to make him.Dick would just have to get used to the teasing.

Dick pursed his lips when he didn't get the answer he wanted.

He leaned his stubborn ass back and continued to prod Fleck in his ribs and stomach. Not as ruthlessly, but still enough to tease and tickle him, Fleck's warning in the back of his mind.

"I'm not going to stop until you say it."

Fleck gasped and huffed and writhed under his boyfriend.

And eventually he uttered those blessed words. "Okay, I give! I won't use it again. Mercy!"

Hopefully Dick didn't notice the discrete crossing of his fingers.

Dick grinned down at him.

He flopped back down on his boyfriend, arms crossed over his chest.

"See, wasn't too hard."

He leaned up to press a kiss to Fleck's jaw.

"Says you. There's definitely a wet patch on this bed."

There wasn't, but they'd come close to it.

His large arms banded around his boyfriend, holding him close. "You're evil, you know? The most evil person ever."

Chin resting on his arms, his strikingly blue eyes looked up at his boyfriend sweetly. There was a hint of a smile on his face as he tried to stop himself laughing.

"I'm not evil. What have I ever done that was evil?"

"Do you want the long list or the short?"

Dick's innocent act wasn't fooling him in the slightest.

"We need to eat before the Chinese gets cold. I invited my prince over to take our evening meal, and here were are laying in bed. I know I'm a peasant, but that doesn't have to make me a barbarian host."

Laughing lightly, he looked over at the abandoned food and drink. The undrunken cup of wine he had was still on the table from when he was... distracted.

"Go on then, peasant." He kissed Fleck on the lips. "Fetch me my wine."

"I'm your lover, not your slave," he chuckled.

Bu he did grab the glass of wine, and his tub of sweet and sour, and made his way back to the bed.

He bowed and held out the glass. "My liege!"

He pushed himself up so his back was against the headboard, pillows propped up.

At Fleck's dramatic flurry he laughed, taking the glass from his hands.

"Thank you, goodman."

Fleck threw one leg up on the bed on one side of Dick's legs, then puled the other one up, so he was straddling Dick.

He leaned forwards to press a peck to his lips before settling down next to him, leaning back against the headboard, too.

"Has my company tonight been sufficiently pleasing to your high expectations, Prince Richard?"

Dick laughed, his head resting on Fleck's shoulder. It was strange being referred to by his long-forgotten title, not his nickname.

"It's been wonderful."

His hand rested on Fleck's thigh, squeezing it.

"You're wonderful."

"Keep up these compliments and you're going to give me a big head."

He settled into the bed, shifting the covers around until they laid over his legs. "It's freezing here. How did you live here without heating?"

"We're not big babies."

He kissed Fleck's shoulder.

The never cold bothered him. Although he had the feeling it was less to do with being born in England and more to do with what he was.

"Also, putting on a shirt helps."

"You calling me a big baby?" Fleck huffed, jokingly insulted.

He sighed an exasperated sound. "But my pecks are just too good to be hidden behind a shirt when we're not out in public." He gestured grandly to his chest.

He flushed at Fleck's statement, one he very much agreed with. He did have very nice pecks. They were not only easy on the eye, but they also made very comfy pillows.

"Then you will just have to suffer in silence."