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It had been a few days since Robin with Felix's help had stolen the chest of heavy metal chains from a clueless human's hotel room. The chest was shoved in the back of his massive closet, which might as well be Narnia with the amount of clothing and various things he already had there.

He hadn't been sure if he should tell Prometheus about it at all. It wasn't exactly a romantic gift - here are the chains that kept you captive! And Robin's motivation had been more keeping them out of the hands of others than thinking that Prometheus would actually want them.

But on the other hand, it had been a flawless caper, and Robin found that he wanted the credit and praise. (Despite suspecting that Prometheus would not entirely approve of the methods used for this particular thievery.)

So he hand't said anything yet. But it had gotten to the point where he was practically vibrating with I have a secret! as he paced around the kitchen with a glass of wine.


Jan. 25th, 2017 07:17 pm
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Robin decided to take the night off from being at the club. He even decided to take the night off from being out in general, and was enjoying an evening at home, alone, which was not terribly common for him.

One of his employees had given him some homemade pot brownies as a gift, so he washed a couple of them down with a glass of red wine, and then stood out on his balcony looking out at the city. He really did love it here. There were a lot of places and times he missed, but he was fairly content, all considered.


Jan. 3rd, 2017 05:27 pm
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After leaving Fin and Will in the bedroom, Robin stopped by his office and knocked back two shots of very good bourbon.

Then he headed back through the hallway to the club. He hadn't decided yet whether he wanted to just go home, or whether he'd find someone to fuck. Someone who was 100% not emotionally complicated. Preferably someone whose name he didn't have to know.

Which was why he felt like the fates were stacked against him when he nearly ran right into Anael.


Jan. 1st, 2017 10:24 pm
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Robin rang the new year in in style - surrounded by hundreds of people who thought he (or at least his club) was awesome. He kissed probably a dozen people, drank an entire bottle of champagne, and only stopped dancing when people began to leave.

Though the club would be open until 3am, Robin stole away about 1:30 and went back to the bedroom where he'd left Fin. He'd brought another bottle of champagne, but when he saw that Fin was asleep, he just set it on the dresser. He looked at him for a moment, and then he pulled off the toga and climbed into the bed beside him wearing only the gold thong, curling up next to him with his face to the back of Fin's neck.


Nov. 9th, 2016 06:56 pm
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Robin did not leave New York with any particular drama. In fact, he got the impression that the entire time Prometheus was just waiting for him to decide to leave. It was fun, nostalgic even, but in the end Prometheus was right... he got restless. He got bored. And he missed London. So he left.

He returned to the club triumphantly, and immediately began making plans to throw a huge party to celebrate his return. But first he decided to make some reconnections.

Which was how after he randomly saw a tweet about "omg is that finlay flynn right there in my starbucks" he swung by.

It was indeed Finlay Flynn right there in a Starbucks. Robin sauntered behind him with his hands in his pockets and leaned towards his ear. "Boo."


Aug. 3rd, 2016 07:59 am
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Robin was quite pleased with finding himself pinned against the door and kissed by Angelique.

And oh. Robin highly appreciated that he could feel her erection already. She hadn't tucked. Known what she'd come for, maybe? God that was hot. He'd always loved a hard cock in women's panties.

He kissed her back hard, but let her maintain the control of having him pinned against the wall. "There's something about me... that makes you hard," he purred when the kiss broke. He slide one hand down to cup her ass, pull her even tighter against him. Then he walked his fingers underneath the hem of the dress and began to pull it up just as he'd promised.


Aug. 2nd, 2016 01:20 pm
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After their short exchange outside, Robin pulled Anael inside the club so that he could bring him to a back room and do exactly as they'd promised.

The music was loud, and there were a lot of people, many wearing less clothing than they had when they'd come in.

They paused by the bar because of a bottleneck of people, and then suddenly there was a hand on Robin's shoulder. He turned, not letting go of Anael's hand. There was an older man, attractive, wearing a nice suit. "Are you Rob?" he asked, voice tight. "The owner?"

"Sure," Robin said. "But as you can see, I've already got company. You'll have to stand in line."

And then suddenly there was a fist coming hard at Robin's face and everything exploded into pain.
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Robin had pulled Felix into his office, and they were currently negotiating just how much Felix deserved to be punished for being so wicked.

"I do have a great deal of satisfaction to offer you..." Robin murmured, and pressed his knee slowly but firmly into Felix's groin. "And atonement. I can give you absolution."
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[continued from here]

Robin could practically feel the warmth radiating off of Felix's body. And true to his word, he couldn't wait until they got into his apartment. But the closing of an elevator door counted, right?

Because as soon as it closed, he had Felix pressed up against the wall, his mouth hot against his in a searing kiss.


Nov. 14th, 2015 07:35 pm
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So Michael wanted to know if Robin wanted to be fucked here in the alley or to be treated even rougher at home?

"Guess you better fuck me quickly now then," Robin said. "So there are still cabs left to get back to my place."


Jun. 6th, 2015 06:49 pm
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Once inside his apartment, within seconds Robin had locked the door and shoved Felix against it. One hand at his throat, and his lips close to his ear, he said softly, "Before we continue, we need to have a conversation about your limits and desires."
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If Jade hadn't insisted on leaving him for a time to go to church of all things, Robin probably would have just gotten a room in the hotel whose bar they'd had a drink in earlier. But as it was, with the time to kill, he'd just suggested that Jade come to his place when he was done.

Enough time had passed that Robin had had quite a bit of eggnog. Well. Rum with just a splash of eggnog for flavor. That totally counted.

When he opened the door, he was wearing nothing but a short green silk robe and a Santa Claus hat.


Sep. 9th, 2014 11:28 pm
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Quentin had told Robin in no uncertain terms that he wasn't to try to help with his stalker situation. So, fine. Robin had set upon a course of action that was more to protect himself. And if it happened to help Quentin too, that was only a byproduct.

It was, of course, not cheap to hire a pixie full time to tail someone. Especially since pixies as a general rule weren't fond of pucks. But enough money could get pretty much anything done, Robin had found. And Terrence might be a genius, the kind who could have spotted a human tail or technological monitoring a mile away, he just didn't have the frame of reference to suspect an intelligent creature the size of a mosquito hanging around.

The pixie, whose name was Azri, had reported to Robin a couple of times, so he knew about the safe house, and he knew about Quentin's friend-or-bodyguard-maybe-lover whom Azri referred to as "the taller one."

Though the report today was more disturbing. Azri came streaking into Robin's penthouse, babbling about how Terrence had grabbed "the shorter one." Robin got a description of where they'd gone and sent Azri back. With promises of a bonus.

He wasn't stupid enough to try to handle this himself. So he got in his car and went to where Azri had told him the safe house was.


Sep. 7th, 2014 03:36 pm
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A fairy was playing the guitar in front of the London Eye.

That was unusual enough to make Robin stop. He looked up at the fae (yes, up, up quite a bit actually), thinking he looked familiar. One of the princes, perhaps? He was pretty enough to be. Why did the fae all have to be so damned attractive? That must be why Robin's race was so frequently mistaken for them.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and stood there as some human passerby dropped coins and bills into the guitar case at the fae's feet.


Sep. 7th, 2014 03:22 pm
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Robin loved museums. All the history, all the memories. Paintings especially. All the painters he'd known over the years, all the subjects, all the models. Sometimes it was a strange sense of melancholy, sitting in a room full of images from the past, from his past, ad feeling consumed by it for just a few moments.

A little masochistic even, sometimes.

He sat on a bench in the National Gallery, looking at a painting of Achilles and Patroclus. It had been so long since he'd seen them. Those souls, the pair of them, sometimes brothers sometimes not, who had appeared over and over again throughout the ages. Achilles and Patroclus were just one of the incarnations. And it had been decades since Robin had watched a version of them die again.

Still, these were some of his favorites. Even if the Trojan War had been a hell of a time.

His gaze lingered on Achilles. The beautiful body, the blonde hair. Something tugged inside him.


Aug. 19th, 2014 09:34 pm
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The last time Robin had seen Quentin, he had at some point boasted about the state of the security in his building. Apparently he had been overreaching in this confidence.

The first text was a photograph. It was of Robin's bedroom, taken with a camera with a very, very good zoom, from a building across the street. Angled slightly upwards, as the building was shorter, and Robin was in the penthouse. He usually didn't bother to close his blinds for this reason. And also because he didn't really care. Though he hadn't expected anyone to take advantage of that to photograph him.

Though it wasn't just him in the photograph: it was him and Quentin, from the one time they had had sex in Robin's home. Robin was on his back with his legs wrapped around Quentin, who despite his small stature was actually quite good at topping (and who had balked a bit when he'd seen the size of Robin's cock).

A text followed it: he's bored out of his mind. fucking you is like doing his taxes.

That was all that came, until the next day, when another photograph arrived. This one was also of Robin's bedroom, empty this time. An unmade bed. Except this time the photograph was clearly taken by someone standing inside the bedroom.

And following that picture were a string of texts detailing Robin's recent sexual encounters, each critiquing his performance in increasingly vulgar and cruel terms.

And at the end of those, a voice recording. Quentin's voice saying "I apologize, I'm not good company tonight. Perhaps I should go while you still have time to salvage your night."

A text followed: kind of him not to just tell you what utter rubbish you are. the little whore will fuck anything that moves, but he draws the line at you.

Robin grew more and more murderous as he read through all this, coming close to throwing his phone against the wall. In the end, he called Quentin, whom he hadn't spoken to since that night, and demanded to meet him. He chose a bar on the other side of the city from his apartment, and waited for him there.
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Q covered Rob's hand with his own, guiding it higher and then turning away. With his attention focused back out the window, it was hard to believe he'd said anything at all. Q was so terribly good at appearing disinterested and calm.

It was, actually, terribly impressive how Quentin pretended not to care as with that encouragement Robin slid his hand higher. Determined to get some reaction out of him, he began to very lightly massage his groin, and then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you forget your own name. More than once. I'd start now if this were a longer trip."
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for Thomas

Jan. 29th, 2012 06:59 pm
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It was a Saturday night and Robin was home alone, which was really a sad state of affairs. He'd had a business meeting that really was just a business meeting, and now he was home and trying to decide what to do with the rest of his night. He'd started drinking, and probably a bit too much, which meant that whatever he did do he'd have to take a cab.

He was contemplating, of all things, just opening up a bottle of wine and ordering Chinese, when he picked up his phone and saw a missed call from Thomas.

He tapped his fingers idly on the counter for a moment in contemplation, then hit redial.

At Zero

Nov. 4th, 2011 11:38 pm
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There were a number of clubs in the city that knew Rob Fellows as a frequent flier. Zero was one of them, and even though he hadn't been there in some time, he could tell that the bouncer recognized him. Just because he was in a good mood, Robin slipped him a twenty despite having already gotten inside. He tipped his hat and slid toward the bar, where he picked out a seat on the end and began to scope out the people around him.


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