[C] Scheming

"Does the truth hurt?" he shot back.

His boyfriend was playing cruelly, and Fleck was suffering at the hands of the little gremlin laying between his legs with that frustrating little smirk on his face.

"I'm never giving you any control ever again," he declared. "You just abuse it."

Dick hummed at Fleck declaration.

"But right now, I am."

He was grinning, the hand on the thigh turned so he could brush his knuckles up and down it.

Like this, his boyfriend at his mercy and in the heat of the moment, he was feeling confident.

"So I'm guessing I better draw this out longer if this is the last time."

Fleck opened his mouth to argue or call his boyfriend another name, but it fell shut soundlessly a moment later.

What a little shit.

An amused smirk played at his lips.

God his boyfriend sure was something.

Dick waited patiently for his boyfriend's quip or comment. Surprisingly, he didn't get one.

The back his hand paused on the inside of Fleck's thigh. Sharp teeth were on show as he grinned. He snapped his hand back to give the thigh a sharp little slap.

"That was for calling me a gremlin."

The little slap got an increasingly familiar reaction. 

A little jerk, a twitch of his cock, and a sharp inhalation.

"Thank you for the slap, sir," finally came the witty comment. He leered up at his boyfriend, grinning widely.

If Dick was going to have his dominant moment, he was going to parody an obnoxious submissive.

Dick's grin fell as he glared at his boyfriend. What had been just a light, lust filled blush spread across his face.

"There is literally nothing stopping me from leaving you right now."

Not that he would with how irresistible Fleck looked. There was also the ache between his legs that he would rather not sort out himself.

"The fact that you're a loving nice boyfriend?" Fleck replied with a little smile.

"And you're also horny as hell and probably shouldn't go downstairs wearing such tight clothes, looking like that."

Dick's clothes weren't too tight, but he did tend to go for more form fitting clothing. And that could cause problems when things got a little too exciting.

The growing blush on his face deepened in colour.

With a huff dropped back down so his head was between Fleck's thighs. Rather than give the inside of them a kiss he gave it a sharp nip.

He set his sight upwards.

Stretching up, he gave the underside of Fleck's cock a bold lick. From the base to head. His tongue curled back into is mouth when he reached the tip.

On his tongue, he could taste the same saltiness that Fleck had on his lips after going down on him.

His thigh twitched again when it was nipped, and his teeth sank into his lip brutally.

His teeth only sank in harder when Dick's tongue swiped over him.

Fuck. He'd had thoughts about that sinful mouth for months, and always held them at bay, because Dick hadn't ever let on that he was ready for anything sexual. The thoughts had been allowed to blossom into prime spankbank material (not that it needed to be used with Dick around so often) but he still hadn't pushed for it.

His lip gave way under the harsh pressure of his teeth, and split. Blood streaked down over his chin, and jaw.

He hardly paid it any attention, vaguely aware that he tastes copper, but much more interested in his boyfriend's mouth.

Dick's eyes snapped open.

There had been a lingering smell of blood since Fleck had taken off the film. But it had dulled down as the blood dried and cracked against the skin. He didn't expect a fresh wave of blood hit his senses.

Coming straight from Fleck's lip.

Fuck. He hesitated. A part of him wanted to explore and suck his boyfriend cock for the first time. The other part, more of an urge, wanted to suck his boyfriend's bloodied lip.

The urge overwhelmed him.

Ignoring Fleck's cock, he leant up and lapped up the blood that had drizzled down the chin and jaw. He groaned, eyes sliding shut again as he brought the lip into his mouth.

His eyes slid shut when Dick caught his lower lip.

A little noise sounded from him at a little suck, drawing blood more forcefully out of his lip. That felt a little odd, and, truthfully, a little uncomfortable.

He pushed himself upwards slightly, pressing his upper lip closer to Dick's lips and turning this into less of a feeding frenzy and more of a kiss. 

He didn't mind his boyfriend feeding from him but he wanted some intimacy when it was happening. He didn't like the idea of just being fed from.

At the encouragement, he followed Fleck to turn it into a deep kiss. His tongue slipped between teeth to trace the cut. He groaned again at the copper taste.

The last time this had happened Fleck had cut his own tongue while wearing that God awful shirt. He couldn't keep it off his mind since. Constantly waiting for an opportunity like this, not wanting to bite Fleck himself.

He pulled back with a flush.

"Sorry."

His lip throbbed when Dick pulled back. He was sure he was going to be sporting a nice fat lip for a while, with the way he had gone for that cut.

His tongue touched it delicately and his nose wrinkled slightly.

Yep, that was sore.

"It's okay." God, was it okay. It had been hot, and the lip would heal.

Dick relaxed a little and kissed Fleck again, with a little less intensity. The fresh blood still tasted good on his tongue. He let out another little groan before pulling back, only to give the swollen lip another quick peck. His pink lips were stained with red.

"Why did you bite your lip so hard, anyway?"

He shuffled back down between Fleck's thighs. Blue eyes didn't leave the man's split lip and the blood the welled over it.

The last time he cut himself, he had done it with purposeful intent. His tongue had dragged under his teeth while they kissed.

"Because my boyfriend is a teasing little shit," came his immediate answer.

It was bite his lip or cry out, and he certainly wasn't going to even chance letting his family know that he was currently tied up and being tortured in his room.

He just didn't know his own strength when he was trying not to focus on other things, apparently.

Dick grinned, resisting the urge to push up for another bloodied kiss.

Cool eyes turned back down to what originally held his attention as if assessing it. With his hands on Fleck's hips, he pulled himself closer, elbows resting on large thighs. His lips were mere inches away from the head.

Ducking down, he pressed a soft kiss to the base. Slowly and steadily he dragged his tongue back up. It disappeared back into this mouth when he reached the tip. He didn't pull back.

After a moment of consideration, his lips wrapped around just around the head as if it was a sloppy kiss before he pulled back wetly. The taste of the saltiness of the precum mixed with the aftertaste of Fleck's blood in his mouth. It was strange but wasn't unpleasant.

Blue eyes searching for warm ones and just the tip of his tongue felt the slit.

Fleck made a point of clenching his teeth and not biting through his lip this time when he felt the cool press of lips and then a wet tongue against him.

He could feel himself twitch, and he warred with himself over biting his lip. 

His hips jerked as the Vampire's lips enclosed around his head, and he gave a low groan.

Eyes squeezed shut, he whimpered when Dick's tongue teased over him.

Each reaction Fleck made was as delicious as the next.

One hand curled around the base hand as he began to gently stroke his boyfriend. Thumb sliding over the tip a few times before being replaced with his lips.

Dick opened his mouth to take more of Fleck in.

Then he ran into a problem: His fangs.

It wasn't that he couldn't take Fleck in. He was large, but he could still manage. It's just if he wasn't careful there was the risk of sharp teeth tearing the skin - especially with his non-existent experience. While he could heal Fleck, he didn't think he would appreciate his cock being torn up.

He stopped what he was doing and turned up to Fleck, face glowing.

"So..."

He groaned lowly, eyes clenching tighter shut as Dick's fingers teased over him.

The lips on him bought another groan, and Dick pulling back bought a third one.

"So?" he repeated in a whisper, dreading what sort of tease Dick had in store for him now.

"So," he started again, bright red and not looking at Fleck as confidently as he had been. "My teeth..."

He hoped Fleck got the implication. Too embarrsed and ashamed to say it out loud.

Mouth open, his tongue ran over the teeth in question, feeling the sharp points.

"Sweetheart, I really don't care if you can blow me or not," he replied honestly, lips quirking upwards.

"Actually, you'd probably break my poor little mind if you blew me. Your hands are amazing enough."

So his mouth wasn't going to take cock any time soon. It wasn't a deal breaker. Though it might quickly become one if Dick continued fretting over it instead of carrying on teasing him.

Dick blushed at the praise.

"But, well..." He wanted to.

He didn't just want to make his boyfriend feel amazing. He wanted to know what it was like to stretch his lips around his boyfriend's cock and take him into his mouth.

Not that he would admit any of that.

He gave the head of Fleck's length a kiss as he started contemplating. An idea sprung.

"On second."

His body draped over one leg as he bent over the side of the bed. Looking underneath, he quickly he found what he was looking for; the little box that Fleck had brought out a couple of weeks back. He opened it and made a noise of surprise.

If possible, he would he blushed more. It wasn't just the little bottle in there, there were numerous of toys, too. He hesitated, staring, before he picked out what he wanted.

Knocking the box back under the bed, he sat up, bottle in hand.

"Maybe I could...?"

His lips quirked up. "Maybe in time it's something we can toy around with later?"

It wasn't like Dick would always have his fangs out. And if he did, they could probably experiment some way around that. There was time for them to do all this.

He watched his boyfriend pretty much dive over his leg and  moved under the bed, lips kicking further upwards. That was a nice view of his ass.

Fleck could hear the bustling, and the sound of Dick opening the box. He waited for the reaction, and was a little disappointed that he couldn't see his face. He bet that was quite a blush. Fleck didn't have a massive collection of toys, but he had a few different things.

"If you want to, sweetheart." Just to demonstrate how game he was for the idea, his thighs spread apart slightly.

Red-faced, he nodded.

He pumped some of the liquid-like substance onto his fingers. Not as excessive as the first time, and placed the bottle beside him.

Leaning his weight on one arm, he brought himself back up to kiss Fleck's bloodied lip.

The back of his hand skimmed softly and slowly down Fleck's cock, the tips of his slick fingers leaving a light trail. Then lower, over his balls and between his cheeks until they came to Fleck's entrance. He teased it, fingers stroking it with a lot more certainty than last time.

The kiss was a sweet one, one that Fleck kept deliberately slow.

His stomach clenched as wet fingers stroked down his cock, and he drew his lower lip into his mouth, one eye closing in a little wince when that shifted the split in his lip.

Shit yeah. He'd split that.

"You know," he muttered lightly, releasing his lip. It was sore but not bleeding. The blood Dick had given him was still at play in his body, healing him up much quicker than usual. "My arm's pretty much stopped itching now. You could let me go?"