for Prometheus

[goodfellow]

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.

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[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus was very good at observing, and the puck's behaviour hadn't gone unnoticed. It seemed, however, to have reached its peak today, and though the titan enjoyed watching Robin bubble up to the point of nearly boiling over, he supposed he ought to say something before his pretty head popped right off.

Prometheus didn't rush though, gliding past the pacing puck to make himself a cup of tea. He barely spared him a glance as he went through the ritual of boiling the water and steeping the bag, not saying a word until the water was a lovely deep brown and the bag was damp and resting on an empty plate.

"Something the matter, dove?" he asked finally.

[goodfellow]

Robin tipped back of the rest of the wine and then turned his attention to Prometheus.

He really did look like he was going to explode for a moment, and then he blurted out, "I stole something. Something you might be interested in."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Oh?" the titan replied casually, raising a brow and sipping his tea as he leaned back against the counter. "Dare I ask what?"

[goodfellow]

Robin considered this for a moment and then said, "I should just show you. I just wasn't sure if it might be upsetting, or... well. Come on." And he set down the wine glass to lead the way to his bedroom and into his closet.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Well, that's not worrying at all," Prometheus muttered to himself, taking one more sip of tea before setting it down and following after Robin.

"It's not some strange and exotic animal, is it? I've already got a cat living in my shop, there's no room for jackalopes or wendigos."

[goodfellow]

"No, nothing alive," Robin said. "Promise." Once in the closet, he moved to the back and dragged the heavy chest into the middle of the floor. He glanced at Prometheus, and then bent over and opened it, revealing the chains.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus said nothing for a long moment, eventually taking a step back and wetting his lips with a nervous flick of his tongue.

Eventually, he realized he needed to say something. Anything.

"Oh," he offered finally, slipping his hands into his pockets to hide the way they shook. "I... I suppose they're safer with you than most."

[goodfellow]

Robin could tell that he was shaken. He closed the box.

"You're upset. I shouldn't have shown you."

[pecked_by_birds]

"No, no I'm not upset," he assured Robin, shaking his head a little. "I just wasn't expecting that is all. It's a bit- Overwhelming, I suppose, dove."

He took a calming breath, glancing at the chest, then back at the puck.

"...Where did you find them? How? ...Why?" he added, looking a bit nervous as he asked that last question.

[goodfellow]

"I got wind of them at an auction," Robin said. "But I was too late, and they were snatched up by a clueless human with a fetish. So I stole it from him. Felix helped." He paused. "And why? I... assumed you wouldn't want these in the hands of some clueless human."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Quite right," the titan nodded, still looking a bit bewildered, but visibly calming down. "Much too dangerous to be out in the wild. ...That's good. Very good, I think. ...You don't intend to keep them here though, do you? In the closet, I mean."

[goodfellow]

"Ah... what do you think I should do with them?" Robin asked, because he genuinely hadn't thought about it.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Lock them away," the titan replied instantly. "You must have a vault or something somewhere. ...Maybe I have a vault somewhere? I don't remember. I've lived so many places, it all gets hazy."

[goodfellow]

"There's a vault at the club," Robin said. "I'll take it there tomorrow. Okay?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"Alright. ...Yes, good, thank you," he said, nodding a little, then finally offering a soft smile. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so... It's just those chains are- Well, you know."

[goodfellow]

"I know," Robin said. "It's why I didn't tell you right away. They weren't exactly intended as a gift, just... I didn't want them in the wrong hands." And to be honest, he'd had a bit of a thrill for the excuse to steal something.

[pecked_by_birds]

"That was very thoughtful of you, dove," the titan replied, taking a step closer and resting a hand on the puck's shoulder before leaning in to kiss him softly. "Thank you."

[goodfellow]

Robin put a hand lightly on Prometheus' waist. "You're welcome. And I admit, it was a rather enjoyable heist. Plus the guy was an idiot, he deserves it."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Has there really ever been a heist you didn't enjoy?" the titan teased.

[goodfellow]

"This one started in a sex club," Robin said lightly. "But I am glad to put my skills to good use."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Well, of course it did," the titan replied dryly, cringing a little at the thought of his chains being fetishisized.

[goodfellow]

Seeing the cringe, Robin made a guess about part of what might be bothering him.

"I don't think he had them for very long," said Robin. "And if it makes you feel any better, I left him with a mad case of blue balls." And also fucked in his hotel room, though Robin thought that Prometheus probably didn't want to hear that.

[pecked_by_birds]

"It doesn't really," the titan said honestly, not really in the mood to entertain Robin's ego by pretending to be impressed by his sexcapades. He adored the puck, but his sexual adventures were not something that held his interest unless they involved him. He was sure Robin would feel the same were their roles reversed, but Prometheus tended to keep that sort of thing to himself, and recently there hadn't been any lovers to speak of other than the puck anyway.

"Do you know who had them before the auction? I've not seen them in... Quite some time."

[goodfellow]

"I only know that it was an estate sale," said Robin. "Someone who'd had them for a very long time... and then who had some idiot relatives who sold everything off with no idea what it was."

He couldn't help but be a little disappointed that Prometheus wasn't interested in the details of his caper. He understood why, of course. Well. Mostly understood.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I can't imagine who'd want them," he confessed, frowning. "They feel... Have you touched them?" he asked.

[goodfellow]

Robin considered this question for a moment. "I... suppose not," he said. "They were in the chest, I opened it to see they were there, but saw no need to ah, fondle them."

[pecked_by_birds]

"There's a hopelessness to them," the titan said softly, "They... It's as if they drain one's will. You only need touch them to feel it."

[goodfellow]

Robin looked down at the chest. He did not really want to experience it for himself, but he believed Prometheus.

"You won't have to see them again," Robin said quietly. "I'll lock them up tomorrow."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus offered a soft smile, then leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Robin's cheek. "Thank you, my brave puck," he purred, smoothing a hand down his lover's back.

[goodfellow]

Robin couldn't help but preen a bit from the praise. He was easy.

"I suppose I am pretty wonderful, aren't I."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus chuckled softly, nuzzling at the puck's neck.

"You don't need my praise, do you? You'll happily reward yourself with plenty," he teased.

[goodfellow]

"You could still reward me if you like," Robin purred.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Oh? And what would you like, dove? A trophy, or some ice cream? Perhaps a pretty ribbon proclaiming your greatness," he suggested with a grin.

[goodfellow]

"I do look nice in pretty ribbons," said Robin, but he was sliding a hand down to Prometheus' ass.

[pecked_by_birds]

"You look pretty in everything, puck," Prometheus assured him. "Why don't I take you out to dinner, hmm?" he offered, kissing him again, this time on the lips.

"Or I'll take you to some garish sex club if you'd rather, and you can charm your way through the crowd until you're bored. I never know what you find fun anymore..." he admitted, looking thoughtful.

[goodfellow]

Robin chuckled softly. "You don't want to go with me to a sex club," he said. He felt pretty confident in that. It's why he'd never asked.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'd still go if you wanted me to," he said softly. "I can always find joy in your happiness, dove."

[goodfellow]

"It... would be hard for me to be happy knowing that you're uncomfortable," Robin said, voice soft in return.

[pecked_by_birds]

"It's not that I'm not comfortable, it's just- Well, not something I seek out. I understand though," he assured him. "Perhaps we should do something we'll both enjoy."

[goodfellow]

Robin nodded, and reached up to stroke Prometheus' neck with his fingers. "And will you tell me what you would enjoy?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"I enjoy you, petal," Prometheus purred, leaning into the touch. "We could get out of the city for another mini break. I liked that. I like travelling with you."

[goodfellow]

Robin considered this for a moment. "We could really get away this time," he said. "We could go to Greece."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus considered that, then nodded in agreement. "We could if you'd like. If you're certain your adoring admirers from your club can survive in your absence."

[goodfellow]

"They can," Robin said. "I wasn't imagining an extended vacation... a week, perhaps. Long enough to spend some time naked on white beaches."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Some private villa on the shore, perhaps?" the titan purred, stroking the puck's hair.

[goodfellow]

"Oh, you and your wanting to be naked in private," Robin teased.

[pecked_by_birds]

"If we were all exhibitionists, dove, it wouldn't be exciting anymore," the titan volleyed back with an easy little shrug.