[AU][C] Wine and Dine

Hank was exhausted.

Forgive him for his crude language, but fuck. 


The last vampire he had been with- Well, it hadn't been anything like that. Nothing like that at all. He'd come out of the experience scratched and bitten, but not to this extent, and not as thoroughly satisfied as he was now.

He gave a quiet noise when the vampire moved and allowed him to settle back more comfortably, body relaxing back into the chair. Some long hair brushed over his chest as his head tipped back against the firm high back of the chair.

Dark eyes flickered open when fingers brushed over his wet stomach, and his skin flushed darker as Richard's red lips - stained darker with his blood - enclosed around his finger, covered in cum.

He muttered a curse to himself, eyes squeezing shut again.

He was far too exhausted to be enticed by anything more. He didn't have it in him to go again. Certainly not for another few hours.

Hank swallowed thickly as deceptively muscular thighs straddled one of his own, and fingertips teased over the lightly burning scratches on his stomach.

"I... like you, as well." His voice was almost breathless, quiet and murmured.

He certainly liked the vampire's charisma and stamina. It usually too far more than what had occurred to get him to spread his legs like this. That had count for liking the vampire, didn't it?

Dick's eyes dropped to his Hank's lips. There was a cut there too. His lip had split when he had snagged a fang on them.

Dick made a pleased noise.

"Good, because you're going to be mine," he stated simply.

His hands cupped either side of Hank's neck. He had to restrain himself from pressing his fingers to his swollen lips.

It was a shame humans had such low stamina.

The statement had Hank drawing upwards slightly, a lot less relaxed than he had been.

"Yours?"

His brows drew together, and he didn't react at all to the hands cupping his neck.

He didn't know what being his entailed, but he wasn't sure he liked the idea of being likened to an item to claim. His father had been treated him as such recently, trying to pass him off to any woman of power that would take him. He didn't like the idea of someone he had only met a few short hours ago doing the same to him as his father was doing.

Dick waved a hand, unworried by Hank's startled reaction.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to chain you up and hold you against your will." He paused. "Unless you would like me to?"

Blue eyes sparkled in mischief and he laughed lightly, amused by himself.

"You're looking for a woman with money who would take on a bastard," he started. "Unless you're going to woe a widower off her feet, then no father is going to let his daughter marry you. We both know that isn't going to happen, with your preferences. You're going to woe no old hag."

A finger prodded his broad chest.

"I can offer an alternative. Be mine and both you and your family will be very comfortable."

A dark flush came to his face, again, at the suggestion. He didn't speak out to approve or deny the suggestion, though approval would be more likely.

He didn't have to say anything, though, because the Vampire launched into a small speech.

Hank settled, a little wary, but willing to hear reason.

He had to admit, Richard was right. He hadn't tried at all to search out a woman, for both reasons the vampire had mentioned. He didn't enjoy women, and he knew few women would take to him. What was the point?

But this vampire was offering a solution. The same thing his father wanted - to marry him off to someone wealthy - just without the feminine body involved.

His eyes trailed slowly over Richard's body, appraising him as he thought over the suggestion.

"Become... yours," he started, chewing on the inside of his lip "-and be treated as- your wife? Your pet? Live comfortably and warm your bed? And-" He cut off before he could mention the blood. He wasn't sure he could actually say it.

"Wife, pet, prostitute - whatever you want to call it, really."

Dick shrugged his shoulders. Slender - but far from feminine.

"You will be comfortable, but you go where we go. If you want to leave for good, you can. There is no fun keeping someone who is going to cry."

Dick's eyes drifted over the body, and he began to speak again before Hank had the chance.

"Of course, you would be thoroughly fucked and fed on most nights. A small payment, really, and one you seem to thoroughly enjoy. How many times did you come again?"

One brow arched upwards at the mention of being a prostitute.

He supposed, if this arrangement was going to be anything like tonight, he couldn't dispute that one. He would be a prostitute, fed and fucked and kept around until the vampire grew tired of him.

It wasn't too much better than being wedded off to an old woman that would keep him from his family.

But it was better. If only slightly.

The question had Hank's eyes dropping from Richard's face. "Five," he murmured.

A damned lot. He hadn't come that much before. Ever.

It was an incredible experience, and definitely, one he wanted again.

"How would this be broached with my father, Richard? He has... opinions that differ greatly from ours." Their preferences certainly weren't accepted by his father. The vampire would have to flaunt an awful lot of money for his father to accept it, and he wasn't sure Richard would do that for the sake of having blood to drink and a body to put his cock in.

A little bit of glee came over him as Fleck dropped his eyes, answering his question.

He answered Hank's question as dismissively as he answered the rest.

"Write him a letter and tell him you found a woman, but you must go back to her home in Europe as soon as possible. I am sure money would sweeten the deal."

Amusement came back over him.

"Or, if you have to show him your new wealthy wife, throw me in a dress. I am sure they would all understand why this remarkably masculine woman would marry a bastard. Who else would marry her?"

He lifted a hand to his head to swoon.

"The letter... is a better idea." The letter would be a much better idea. There would be little worry about his father possibly finding out about this arrangement.

Though there was one glaring issue.

"I cannot..." Shame made him look away. "Would you writw the letter? As she?"

Dick let his hand drop from his forehead and the amusement from his face left. He thought it would be a hilarious idea. He enjoyed games.

Ah well. Another time.

"You can not...?"

Dick watched as he looked away in shame. It clicked when he made the request.

"You can not write."

Ever tactful.

He supposed that, while he was a noble and as unusual as it was for him, not the know how to write, he was a bastard. Opportunities were never great for them.

"A few words," he defended weakly.

He hadnt been given even a fraction of the opportunities his siblings had. He couldnt read or write. He didn't know French. He didnt have the fine clothing or posessions his siblings had.

He was the lesser child in the large family. It was obvious in moments like this, when he was confronted with the gap.

"Will you?"

Dick raised an eyebrow.

"Right now?"

He was more interested in lying against the human - his human, almost - then writing a letter.

But he lifted himself up and made his way to the cum stained writing desk. Might as well get this over with now - before the man could change his mind. Seal the deal that he was his.

"How shall I start it...? Dearest Father, I hope you are well. My name is..."

Blue eyes turned to Fleck as he opened an ink pot.

"Give you're loving a wife a handsome name."

"No."

He complained feebly when the vampire pulled away from him, watching him walk towards the writing desk - he was going to have some very good dreams about that writing desk - with a frown on his lips.

He'd wanted to lay there and just enjoy some time together before they had to move.

Fleck shook his head slowly as Richard began speaking what he planned to write.

Maybe a letter wasn't such a good idea. 

It was better than talking to his father about it, though. 

"Bridget," he threw out into the air. It was the first name that had come to him. It would do.

"Bridgit... Bridgit Plantagenet."

Something stirred in him. Nostalgia. He shook it off.

He ignored Hank in favour of concentrating on writing the letter, careful of making his handwriting more feminine. It was sweet and short, detailing their whirlwind meeting and how 'she' must take Hank up north to look after 'her' mother, being an only child.

If that wasn't convincing, he was sure the money would be.

"Want me to read it out to you?" He asked, signing it off with Bridget's signature.

Hank, displeased with being ignored in favour of writing the letter, bought himself to his feet.

He made his way to the Vampire, leaning over his shoulder to watch him write, though he couldn't make out the words. Not that he would have been able to if he could read. The words were written in English.

"No." He trusted the letter would be okay. Richard was noble. He knew what to say to get what he wanted in situations.

Hank gently brushed aside the the vampire's long hair and frowned as his fingers stroked over pale, undamaged skin. "It's gone." He'd left a mark early during their first coupling, but it wasn't there anymore.

Well, he was certainly trusting.

Dick tilted his head to the side, and his skin goosed as fingers brushed over it. An amused smile curled his lips.

"If you try harder next time, it might last more then a few hours."

Dick lifted himself from the chair and turned to face Hank, leaning casually on the desk. Their differences in stature were clear.

"Vampires heal quicker than humans," he explained. "Jealous?"

Dick leered purposefully at the marks he made.

Noted.

He gazed down at Richard as he leered up at him, and the many marks on his deeply tanned skin.

"Some," he answered truthfully. "I can leave many marks, without having to wait a long time for them to heal. It would be nice to have that, too."

He could leave as many marks as he liked, without having to wait days for them to heal before he could leave more. Dick, however, would have to wait, if he didn't want to cover him entirely in marks.

Dick didn't respond to Hank. Not right away. He was thinking.

The letter was written. That in itself guaranteed Hank as his.

He wanted more than the unsaid.

Besides, he had a personal rule.

"Say you are mine and open your mouth."

The demand was sudden, and a little strange.

That had him hesitating for a moment, brows drawn together.

"I...I'm yours," he muttered, a brow arched upwards a little. It felt strange saying it. He was the vampire's. He was owned.

It was almost surreal.

Hank licked his lips before opening his mouth a little.

A prickle of pleasure coursed through him as Hank uttered those words. Even if they were softly said and stuttered.

Dick let his eyes linger on the slightly parted lips for a moment.

"Say it louder."

"I'm yours."

The words were less hesitant now. More accepting. He belonged to Richard. He was his.

His mouth opened again, and he waited, looking up at Richard with a questioning gaze.

"Good. That's more like it."

Dick's eyes roamed over the body one last time. It would be a shame to erase art. But there was satisfaction in destroying a fresh canvas, later.

Blue eyes held Hank's and brought his thumb up to his fang to create a deep cut. Without explanation, he brought it up to Fleck's open mouth, holding his chin with the side of his index finger.

Hank pulled back when he saw the blood, but fell still when the vampire's cool fingers curled around his chin.

He was wary, but he stayed still, his mouth still open.

What was he doing, feeding him blood?

That was when the first drop of blood touched his tongue. It didn't taste much like the blood he'd sucked off his own fingers when he'd messed up in his shop and cut himself. It didn't have the bitter tang. It was almost sweet.

It tasted good.


Dark eyes slid shut, and his lips wrapped around the thumb, tongue running over the broken skin.

Dick watched, in self-satisfaction as his human took his thumb in his mouth. He could feel him lick and suck at the cut. A tingle crept up his thumb and forearm. His cock stirred.

Blue eyes watched the lips wrapped around his thumb with intent. Occasionally racking down his body with a small smile.

Finally, he pulled his thumb away, leaving a string bloody spit.

He assumed the same casual position against the desk, not bothering to tend to his wound. It would heal itself and there was no point worrying about blood splatters. They were some already dotted around the room, just different blood.

"Look down," he said, like someone saying ta-da!

He followed the thumb as it pulled from his mouth, tongue lapping out at it before he realised what he was doing and restrained himself.

Hank licked his lips, not sure how he should feel about how much he liked tasting Richard's blood. It was a strange thing to get his head around.

At the order, his eyes did drop, but not to himself.

They traced over Richard's body slowly, settling on his hardening cock. He licked his lips, feeling a lot less exhausted than he felt a minute ago. He definitely needed a few minutes, but that didn't stop him from...

Hank moved to his knees, eyes lifting to Richard's again as his hands clasped the vampire's hips and he moved forwards.

Through their hours of play, this was the one thing they hadn't done.