[C] London

He glared even more as Fleck laughed and watched him intently as he swooped over.

He took in a shallow breath. He expected a kiss first. Not a tongue tracing his skin.

The back of his legs hit the table and he placed his glass behind him. His hands cupped Fleck's biceps.

His lip tingled were Fleck traced it. His teeth dragged over it as he leaned back.

"Very forward for a peasant."

"Nah."

He fisted a hand in the front of Dick's shirt and pulled him closer so he could kiss him deeply again.

"I wasn't taught social etiquette. We don't have courts in the hovels we live in, so no need to act pomp."

He went in for another kiss, his hand sliding from Dick's shirt to his neck, cupping the back of it tenderly. His thumb ran gently over the side of Dick's neck.

His stomach dipped as he was dragged closer for a kiss, his hands smoothing up to Fleck's shoulders.

"I see," was all he managed before he met Fleck for another deep kiss.

A shiver crawled up his spine Fleck's thumb gently rubbed the side of his neck; the sensitive patch of skin behind his pierced ear. He tilted his head a little to the side.

The hands on Fleck's shoulders gave them a firm squeeze.

Fleck pulled back just enough to grin at his boyfriend.

That was all the warning Dick got.

A second later his hands descended, curling around Dick's thighs and hoisting them upwards. He situated them on his hips and leaned up that little bit to take Dick's lips in a kiss as he stepped towards the bed.

Their suitcases were at the end of the double bed, so there was plenty space for Fleck to lay Dick out and lower himself down on top of him.

Dick should've expected it, especially with the playful grin he was given. Yet he still let out a noise of surprise and his thighs tightened around Fleck.

His boyfriend manhandling him was becoming a much more regular occurrence.

Not that he minded.

Flustered, be broke the kiss when his back hit the bed. He took a few deep breaths before he pulled Fleck back down to lock their lips. His tongue flicking out between sharp teeth to dance with Fleck's.

Fleck braced his forearms against the bed, hunching over to press into the deep kiss.

His tongue curled around Dick's, giving it a little suck, before venturing forwards, stroking over his boyfriend's sharp fangs.

He loved the feel of Dick's fangs.

Dick felt a light tug on his teeth. He pulled back to let Fleck explore, his heart picking up the pace in anticipation.

Memories flickered back to a couple of weeks ago. The two of them intertwined together at the mansion. Fleck's tearing his own tongue on his teeth. The human's blood on his lips, his tongue and trickling down his throat.

He groaned with want. Lean arms wrapping around and squeezing Fleck's shoulders.

He didn't cut his tongue this time.

But he did capture Dick's lower lip between his teeth. He sucked on it firmly, then let his teeth sink into it, dragging backwards to release the abused, now probably throbbing, lip.

His fingers tangled in Dick's hair as he ducked lower, peppering kisses along Dick's throat and neck, occasionally pausing to flick his tongue over a patch of skin.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he and closed the small space between them. His lip did throb. It definitely wasn't a bad feeling as blood ran south.

His own teeth raked gently over his bruised lip as he tilted his head back. Each breath shallow and short.

His own hands tangled in Fleck's hair, still damp and knotted from the shower. Groaning his boyfriend's name, his hands curled the hair around his fingers and he tugged.

Fleck inhaled sharply when his hair was tugged, but didn't pull back as he began to unbutton Dick's shirt. For ever button that he popped, he pressed a few kisses along the newly exposed skin.

When the shirt was unbuttoned enough that Dick's nipples were visible, Fleck leaned over to flick his tongue over one before returning to his blazing path down Dick's stomach.

When the shirt was unbuttoned, he pressed a kiss to the centre of Dick's stomach.

Then, with a wicked grin up at his boyfriend, he leaned down. The tip of his tongue pressed to the skin just above the fastening of Dick's pants, and traced upwards in one long, slow lick to his belly button. His tongue dipped into it, then he pulled back enough to blow gently on the wet trail.

Dick felt the button of his shirt pop open.

He gulped.

After all these months of being cagey with what he wore and what Fleck saw, he let him. Blue eyes keenly watched his boyfriend. Each patch of pale skin exposed tingled under Fleck's lips.

He cursed and jerked when Fleck's tongue flicked over his nipple. He didn't expect that to feel good. A pleasurable sharpness that cut across he never achieved on his own.

Propping himself up on his elbows he continued to watch as more of his upper body was exposed. It was as wirey as the rest of him; leftover muscle from working on a ship twitched, and a few freckles dusted his chest.

"Fuck," he gasped, grasping at the sheets. His navel dipped and quivered under the tongue. Shakily breathing in, he tilted his head back, closing his eyes. It wasn't just his lip that was throbbing.

His boyfriend's reactions were addictive.

The way Dick squirmed and gasped and jerked was just delicious, and it had Fleck's eyes burning as he gazed up at Dick from his place at his stomach.

His kisses pressed down Dick's navel slowly again.

His arms drew down, and he rested his weight on his knees to free up his hands. His fingers picked at the button of Dick's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

His tongue ran over the line of newly revealed flesh; the sliver that was between the hem of Dick's pants and his underwear.

At the sound of his zipper, Dick looked back down his body to meet Fleck's gaze. A flush was apparent across his cheeks and down his chest. His swollen lip between his teeth in anticipation.

He let it go, mouth parting as Fleck slid his tongue across the hem of his pants. His hips pushed up. The ache between his legs apparent.

"Fleck," he groaned. Less of a warning, more of a word of encouragement.

Fleck's lips quirked upwards at the encouragement.

His hands found the waistband of Dick's pants, and curled into the waistband of his underwear, too, pulling them down. He abandoned them at mid-thigh, when what he wanted was exposed.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the skin just besides his boyfriend's cock. His dark eyes turned up to Dick, to gauge his reaction.

Dick held his breath, lifting his hips to let Fleck pull down his clothing. His now exposed cock hard and leaking.

He swallowed dryly as Fleck pressed a kiss to his skin. Twitching as Fleck's check grazed sensitive skin.

A thought passed his mind on how good Fleck looked between his legs; Tanned skinned, blond hair spilling over his shoulder that tickled his thigh, looking up at through thick lashes. His face heated up.

Despite his appreciation, the moment pause caused his nerves to spike.

Fingers intertwining in Fleck's hair, he pulled him up.

"Kiss me," he demanded, his lips capturing Fleck's anyway.

He barely got out the tiny, husky chuckle and the 'yes, sir' before Dick kissed him.

He pushed into the kiss eagerly, fingers winding in Dick's hair and hips pressing forwards firmly. Dick's cock was caught between his stomach and the soft fabric covered Fleck's own hips.

Fleck pushed his hips in little circles, giving Dick some friction as they kissed.

He panted between kisses, his own hips rolling to meet Fleck's. The friction created between them was maddening.

One hand skimmed down Fleck's side towards the hem of the pyjama bottoms. He hooked a finger and tugged. The elastic hem slipped free and snapped back to Fleck's hip.

Fleck jerked and gasped into Dick's mouth when his pyjamas twanged against the skin of his hip.

"Are we playing dirty now?" he asked, kissing Dick between words.

"I can play dirty." His kisses trailed down Dick's neck again.

The snap was by accident but was glad for it. The reaction it provoked was satisfying.

"No?" He answered honestly. He looked less believable with the corners of his lips turned up.

Softly groaning, he lifted his chin up as kisses trained down his neck.

The hand that snagged Fleck's pyjamas trailed lightly up his spine.

"You're so full of shit." He gave Dick's throat a punishing little nip.

He knew Dick's game. No one could throw so many little teases at another person unless they were intentional. Dick was too sexy to be doing all this accidentally.

His downwards path once again landed him at a nipple. This time he took his time with laving his tongue, and teeth over it.

His toes curled when Fleck paid attention to his nipple. Sharp pleasure sparked across his chest as it was toyed with. The contrast of the soft tongue and hard teeth driving him crazy.

"Fuck," he panted. Blue eyes gazed down to watch his boyfriend for a moment. His slackened grip tightened in Fleck's hair.

"Fuck."

His head dropped back down on the bed.

"So that's where the sailor mouth got to," Fleck teased.

He knew Dick couldn't be as sweet as he was and be a pirate. There had to be some sailor-like attributes somewhere. A mouth that would make a sailor blush was exactly what he had expected.

He just didn't expect to hear it in the bedroom.

Fleck dipped down again, trailing his kisses downwards.

He couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed by the teasing when he was sweat-slick and under Fleck's mouth.

A hiss of frustration passed his teeth as the friction between them left. Fleck's body teasingly skimming over the head of his cock as he his kisses downwards. He was tempted to pull him back up again, but instinct told him not to.

The hand on Fleck's back briefly grazed over his wet nipple, a much less intense sensation sparked through him. He balled the sheets in his fist instead.

He tongue swiped against Dick's length quickly, tasting the salt and sweat already beginning to form. His eyes slid shut as he savoured the taste on his tongue.

His lips parted and he took the head into his mouth, sucking it wetly for a moment before pushing forwards, taking more of him.

A soft groan sounded in the back of his throat as he pulled back, dragging his lips across Dick's length.

His palm smoothed over Dick's hips, pressing lightly to keep him somewhat still as he began a steady pace.

Dick jerked, eyes wide, as the teasing tongue swiped over him. They then squeezed shut, his breathing ragged, as he felt Fleck's hot mouth take him in. Then more.

It was indescribable, better than his own hand. Pure ecstasy.

He cursed Fleck's name. The metal ball of the piercing set in his tongue, dragging up and down his length, was exhilarating. He found it hard to keep his hips steady to let Fleck set the pace. He was falling into pieces; cursing, writhing, moaning. Even with firm hands pushing him down.

He was tipped over the edge.

The heels of his feet dug into the bed as he arched up. Teeth glinted when his mouth parted, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

He crashed back down on the bed, panting. Fingers loosened their grip and he gazed down at Fleck. A dazed expression was on his face.