[AU][C] Wine and Dine

Hank had just opened his mouth to complain about the lack of thumb in his mouth when two fingers pushed into it, silencing any complaint he could have.

He began sucking again immediately, tongue swirling around, and between the fingers. His grip on Dick's wrist tightened slightly, hoping that if the Vampire wanted to move away, that would stop him.

His hips twitched when fingertips skimmed over his cock and balls, whimpering, muffled by the fingers,  as they pressed further down. His thighs parted, giving Dick greater access.

He gasped as two fingers slid into him, and gagged when fingers pressed firmly against his tongue, not expecting both to happen at the same time. His body gave a spasm, overloaded for a long moment, and he moaned deeply.

Fuck!

Dick hummed. He didn't need to watch to know how his human reacted. He could hear him; chocking and spluttering around his fingers, before moaning deeply. He could feel him; his body jerking against his, muscles tightening around his fingers. Each sound he made vibrated against his lips.

Fuck, he was gorgeous.

He pulled back from the neck to rest his forehead against the shoulder, arms stretched down.

"You like that?"

He didn't give him much time to recover, his fingers hitting the sweet spot inside him in a fast rocking motion. His other fingers pressed down to make him chock, again and again.

He had no intention of giving a verbal answer. He was too caught up with the feeling of fingers pressing deep into him, and sucking eagerly on the fingers in his mouth.

His reply came in the form of gags that he didn't try to pull away from; it came in the firm grip on Dick's wrists, holding him in place; and the way his body pressed into the fingers pressing to his prostate, thighs shaking and entrance flexing.

The pleasure was building up, mounting into a frustrating pleasant feeling, and tears began to build in his eyes, not quite enough to make him cry yet.

Dick let out a short, shaky breath. He didn't stop, didn't slow down. Only sped his fingers up to push the human over the edge and bring him to orgasm for the sixth time.

Quite the achivement, he would like to think. Even with the helping hand of blood.

His orgasm came quick. Dick's pace was relentless.

When it did wash over him, he had to make a conscious effort to not clench his teeth, as he often did.

He whimpered, slumping forwards a bit, his grip on the Vampire's wrist relaxing.

Fuck.

Dick felt him slump on his, but he let him catch his breath. For a second.

Fingers slick with spit, he pulled them out of the human's mouth and skimmed it over his stomach. Instead of bringing it to his own mouth, as he did in the chair, brought it to Hank's mouth.

Panting slightly, his eyes turned upwards when fingers came into his view. Fingers soaked in cum.

Fleck swallowed, then leaned forwards to envelop them, running his tongue over them to clean them.

Dick watched with the same intent fascination as Hank sucked his own cum clean from his fingers.

He pulled out his fingers and cupped his cheek. He replaced them with his tongue; kissing his hot, but slow. The light taste of salt was on his lips. The recognisable sweet taste of blood was long gone.

The amused smile was on his face as he pulled back.

"When I said look down, I meant at yourself. I know, I should have been more clear, it is hard to look away from me."

Hank returned the kiss, content with the languid pace.

When the Vampire pulled back and teased him, Hank didn't even flush. Right now he was on a happy high.

"There were no complaints about my misinterpretation," he pointed out lightly.

Only when his own comment had been thrown back, he looked down at himself to see what the Vampire had wanted him to see.

His skin was mostly clear. Some of the scratches and bruises that had been left in the few hours were gone completely, some looked like they were in the last stages of healing. Further still, some small sores that had plagued his body, that had been open and weeping, infected due to the squalor he'd lied in until recently, were healed. Gone like they'd never been on his skin.

"I will never object someone so eager."

His own eyes drifted down Hank's body for over the hundredth time tonight. The same unwavering appreciation on his face. He had made a very good choice.

He always made good choices in men. At least, how they looked.

"Please, don't try to quell your amassment," mostly playfully.

Their earlier conversation was dead in the water. The impact he was hoping to have was squashed as soon as the dark eyes were set on him.

"They're... gone."

His hand moved to, not a place that Dick had bruised, but to a spot on his outer upper thigh.

A mosquito bite he'd gotten weeks ago, back in Sicily, had festered and become infected. It had hurt. Wearing tight clothing on top of it was torture. It was itchy and burned, and he had gone through a phase of fevers.

Now the festering patch of skin was gone. Healed, with only a light smear of puss on the skin to prove that it had even been there.

His fingers ran over it, smearing the puss. Truly amazed. He'd honestly worried about the infection getting worse and losing the leg. It wasn't uncommon.

Dick turned his eyes down to where Hank inspected. That had been where that nasty looking infection was, wasn't it? It was nothing more than a small stain in his eyes - and he hadn't planned on doing anything about it if Fleck hadn't agreed to be his.

He had a personal rule, after all.

"Oh yes, vampire blood heals almost everything," he said with a wave of his hand.

Vampire blood heals.

The thought had barely settled, really. He was still too amazed that something if left unchecked any longer could have killed him had been healed so quickly and easily.

"Thank you," he breathed, fingers still playing over his now-smooth thigh.

"It's no problem."

Dick waved his hand again. The fear of losing limbs - or worse - from an infected bite was lost on him. It wasn't something he ever had to worry about anymore.

"If you are worried about any more infections, you can come to me anytime. That is if I don't notice them first."

His eyes flickered up to the Vampire.

Not only had he healed this potentially lethal infection, he was offering to heal anymore that could occur while they were together.

He expressed his thanks in the only way he could think of in the moment. He leaned forward and sealed his lips to Dick's in a firm kiss.

The kiss took him a little by surprise, considering bashful the human had been when not in a state of fiery pleasure. It quickly returned. Even if it was just a simple firm kiss on the lips.

Despite the lack of words, he understood. It had happened before.

"You are more than welcome to give more than a kiss to say thank you."

Hank gave an airy laugh in response.

"I am exhausted. I'll need to sleep before any more thanking can be done." He needed to sleep for a week, then eat his body weight in food.

Then maybe he could go again.

A yawn broke from the man, and he blicked a couple times, licking his lips. With the high of their sex-fest over, he was quickly falling to how tired he was.

"A Shame."

He pressed one more kiss Hank's lips.

"Collect your things, and we can finish the tour."

With a playful smile, he lifted himself up and stretched, the sharp and muscular parts of his body becoming more pronounced. Then went about collection his clothes and the now dried letter for Hank to sign and send off to Father dearest in the morning.

He didn't bother about cleaning the mess. It will be a surprise to his host in the morning. He should be flattered, it showed how much he enjoyed his selections in humans - or human.

Hank followed Dick to his feet and began wandering around the room, collecting various items of clothing that had been scattered around.

It took him a few minutes to find and put on everything.

When he had, he gravitated to Dick's side.

Dick threw on the trousers and tied them in a lazy manner. The rest he had over his arm. He waited impatiently by the door as Hank ut everything on. It was tedious to watch.

"Come along."

In a scandalous manner, he walked out of the room without a care, leading his human to his shared room.

Hank could barely find it in him to be surprised that the Vampire was walking out of the room in such a state of undress.

Still his cheeks heated up as he followed him through the empty hallway.

If someone saw them, it would be very clear what they had been doing. He belonged to the Vampire now, but he wasn't sure whether that would save him from the almost guaranteed loud disapproval of others.

"I have made a handsome new friend! Another to add to my company." He declared as he opened the door to the shared room.

For the first time that evening, after playing dumb throughout their time together, he spoke Italian. The dialect was different, but it was clearly the same language Hank spoke.

He wasn't hinged with an accent, either.

Hank paused at the doorway, staring at the Vampire's bare back in shock as he spoke; both at the sheer audacity of what he had said, and the language he spoke it in.

He had been struggling for hours to speak in English, and the Vampire could speak Italian? Well, from the sound of it.

Getting over the shock, but still a little miffed, he turned his gaze to the room, and the occupants, and soon found his eyes turning away and red painting his cheeks.

There were three occupants of the room. One man sat in an armchair, half-clothed and lounging comfortably. A woman laid bare, spread across the chaise in the room, hand resting delicately on her tanned stomach. Another woman knelt on the floor, her underskirts pooled around her, but her torso bare, her face buried between the nude woman's thighs.

Giacinto lifted her gaze from the dainty human woman between her thighs, to gaze up at her son's new human. "Quite handsome, indeed. Is he agreeable?"

Dick casually walked into the room and lounged in a chair himself. He didn't even batter an eyelid at Giacinto and the woman between her legs.

"No, he is not. Especially to you. Admire all you want, but you can't touch."

Dick made a come here gesture with his fingers.

"He is mine. You said so yourself, didn't you?"

Giacinto tutted. "You need to find men to share, Dickie. You've excellent taste, but horrendous manners."

Hank, wary of the others in the room, made his way to his Vampire when he was beckoned, stopping at a stand beside his chair.

He didn't speak, still wary and uncomfortable with the others in the room.

Both the new Vampires eyed him with curiosity.

"No seems right. Not even sitting with you. You've been with him for hours, Richard. I saw the two of you leave the ballroom. Haven't you trained him at all?" Ignicio leaned forwards as he questioned the younger Vampire.