[C] Scheming

"Vicious little sadomasochist," he corrected with an arched brow.

"Happy, you pedantic little shit?" he teased, leaning down so his face was closer to Dick's.

"I knew you had this thing with correcting people, but I didn't think it went that far."

The heat clung to his face as Fleck's face drew near. He leant back on his hands.

"That's not what I meant." His voice cracked. "It's just you said one thing earlier, now another."

"You were one thing earlier, and you're another now."

That was pretty obvious, wasn't it.

As he grinned, his hand shifted, and he scratched at his mending skin lightly, only realising what he'd done when his eyes closed in blissful pleasure.

"Shit, oops." He pulled his hand away and looked down. He couldn't see any damage done.

Dick watched Fleck as he scratched his arm. What the spoke about hung fresh in his mind. His eyes trailed to Fleck's bedpost, then snapped back to him.

"Well..." He didn't finish his sentence.

His brows shot up and a teasing grin formed.

"You really wanna do it, huh?"

He hadn't thought Dick would really enjoy tying him up. Particularly if he couldn't exactly do anything unless be broke their bet.

"Ties are in the sock drawer."

He gave Fleck a little glare at the tease then crawled over to Fleck's draw.

"Only to stop you from scratching," he insisted, rifling through the draw.

He pulled out a deep red tie. It was silky and smooth between his hand. He didn't think it would leave any marks - unless Fleck struggled a lot.

Dick turned back to his boyfriend. Blush unwavering and uncertainty on his face.

"If you wanna go on believing that..."

He laid back against the headboard, grinning widely.

All it took was for one sweet-faced foul-mouthed little tattoo artist to get Dick playing the kinky game.

He'd have to remember that for next time he wanted to try something.

"It's the truth," he stubbornly said.

He looked at Fleck against the metal bar headboard. Then grabbed another tie.

Clamouring back on the bad, he situated himself between Fleck's legs. He still could look Fleck in the face.

"Lift your hands up."

"Yes, sir."

He lifted his hands obediently, eyes sparkling with mirth as he held still for his boyfriend.

He couldn't keep the silly smirk off his face.

He did look Fleck in the face then, to glare. Those two little words did something to him and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

"Stop it."

He studied Fleck's hand against the bar then leant over to tie it, efficiently and sureness in his movements. All muscle memory.

"How does that feel?" He asked, sitting back on his heels, fiddling with the other tie.

The knot was something Fleck couldn't pull himself out of. But Dick could easily tug it and it would become loose.

"Yes, sir," he repeated just as mirthfully as the first.

Prodding at his boyfriend was just too much fun. Especially when he made that beautiful expression full of lust and attempted restraint. He adored that expression.

"Kinky," was his cheerful response to the question.

He wanted Dick's face to glow.

Dick did glow. Brightly. The blush shone from under his shirt to the tip of his ears.

Without really thinking, he lightly slapped the clothed thigh with the back of his hand in embarrassment.

"I meant is it comfortable?"

He inhaled sharply through his nose at the little slap.

Not because it hurt. It certainly didn't. But the thought of being tied up and slapped by his boyfriend... Well, he was only human and a bit of light bondage was never a bad thing.

"The hard-on you've caused? Could be more comfortable, if I'm telling the truth."

"I never-" His eyes dropped between his boyfriend's legs. Then back up to the twinkling eyes. "That wasn't supposed to be a turn on."

In a huff, leant over and tied his other hand to the bar. The same quick efficiency. The same knot. A little tighter.

Leaning back on his heels, he admired his work. Or, rather, he admired his shirtless boyfriend tied up and defenceless. His arms, like they were, did something wonderful to his biceps. It showed off his broad chest and torso. He was completely at his mercy.

Dick's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Yeah, well, being tied up and slapped by you? Unsurprisingly, it became a turn on."

He wasn't ashamed of sharing this with his boyfriend.

Nor was he ashamed of licking his lips slowly when Dick sat back and admired him. Now that was a pretty sight. He could get used to the sigh of Dick sat above him and looking down on him that that flushed, lustful expression.

He pulled his lip between his teeth as Fleck ran his tongue over his lip. He saw the slight flash of silver that was studded in the muscle.

"You're insufferable," he finally huffed.

He slapped him again. The same movement. Using the back of his hand again on his clothed thigh. Just a touch harder this time.

"How's your arm?"

He inhaled sharply again when his thigh was slapped a second time. Damn.

Then Dick had to sabotage him. His head fell back and he groaned, tugging slightly on the bindings. "I was starting to not think about it, then you had to go and mention it."

Now the itchiness was beginning to drive him mad.

Dick's lips curled up, triumphantly.

"That's what you get for teasing me."

He prodded Fleck in the thigh, where he had slapped him, as his eyes wandered up the inked arm.

"So, now that it is itching, on a scale of one to ten how bad is it?"

High thigh twitched when it was prodded.

"You're cruel."

Dick was cruel. He had him tied up, helpless and half naked, and what did he do? Tease him.

"Seven. Maybe eight? It's really itchy."

"I imagine it would just get itchier, too."

He didn't know that. He just wanted to wind up his boyfriend more. Get back at him a little at all the teasing he had put him through today.

"Such a shame you can't scratch it or anything."

He was grinning.

Fleck rolled his eyes skywards, then got a wicked little idea.

His smirk said as much.

He spread his thighs and moving them upwards in a sharp jerk, the movement spread Dick's thighs, too, and pushed into the back of them, unbalancing him enough to shift his weight forwards. The his hips rocked upwards, grinding teasingly into Dick's.

"Yupp. Its gonna be like this for another twenty minutes or so, Ang said."

Dick frowned at the wicked smirk. That meant something. After spending so much time with his boyfriend, he had come to understand that.

He got his answer a split second later when his thighs were spread and he was pushed forward. Groin pressed into Fleck's, his hips gave their own involuntary jerk as Fleck rocked upwards into him.

Hand's on Fleck's torso he was a tiny bit breathless in surprise.

He narrowed hs eyes at Fleck.

"Okay, you totally lost the bet."

"Good."

His dark eyes pierced Dick's, hot and molten with desire. "Now kiss me," he ordered.

 He knew he'd lose the bet. As big as his talk could be, he just couldn't help himself around Dick. He was too affectionate and prone to very physical teasing.

Dick didn't need to be told twice.

He captured Fleck's lips and kissed him hard and deep. His tongue between his drawn fangs, he felt the stud in his boyfriend's tongue.

It was odd not having hands in his hair, or on his hips, or tugging at his shirt. He could pull back and Fleck couldn't follow.

Which is what he did.

He gave his boyfriend his own wicked smile.

He certainly tried following.

But he dropped back with a groan when he only got so far.

"Is it too late to ask you to untie me?" The comment was light, and a smirk came to his face. Despite his teasing partner, he was enjoying it. He'd enjoy being tied up for a little longer, too.