Anael

[goodfellow]

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.

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[goodfellow]

"Yes," said Robin tersely, though he also kind of wanted Anael to shut up, because if he said something stupid like 'I love you' Robin was probably going to clock him.

[whispersoflove]

Anael was grateful enough that Robin would feel what he felt, when he could've thrown him out instead; he didn't need to say anything, not when it was playing so clearly between them. He gradually picked up the pace, hands on Robin's hips, wanting to give him everything he wanted.

[goodfellow]

"Touch me," gasped Robin, thrusting his body back against him.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's fingers wrapped around Robin's cock, and he timed his strokes with his hard thrusts, enjoying the way Robin pushed back to meet him and then forward into his hand about as much as he enjoyed Robin's emotional response to his Grace.

[goodfellow]

The way Anael made him feel... even when Robin hated it, there was still something slightly addictive about it. As long as he didn't think too hard.

"Fuck," he gasped, "fuck fuck," and then he was coming, groaning loudly as his hips stuttered and he spilled into Anael's hand.

[whispersoflove]

Anael fucked him through his orgasm, hand milking to the last few drops from him, before he put it back on Robin's hip and fucked him perhaps even more roughly, until, very soon, the angel too came. His orgasm messed up his rhythm even as he whispered Robin's name, and then his hips gradually came to a stop.

[goodfellow]

Robin was breathing hard when it was over, sagging a bit against the wall.

"Good," he said breathlessly. "Thanks. I needed that."

[whispersoflove]

"My pleasure," Anael warmly told him, chin resting on Robin's shoulder. He was pressed to his back, and he ltilted his head to press a kiss to Robin's shoulder. "Well, ours."

[goodfellow]

"Yes," said Robin, though he didn't linger. He pulled away from Anael and reached for his clothes.

[whispersoflove]

Anael watched Robin with hooded eyes, then pulled his Grace back in and slowly reached for his jeans. "Why does it bother you so much? That I love you."

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed, and turned to look at him as he fastened his trousers. "Because what good does it do either of us, Anael? It doesn't change anything except to suggest complications."

After all, what did it mean coming from Fin? Nothing, except to make Robin feel stupid about stupid Will.

[whispersoflove]

"What complications?" Anael asked in earnest, stepping into the jeans.

[goodfellow]

"Hmmm." Robin ticked imaginary things off on his fingers. "You know, I don't think I can think of a single time that me getting too attached to someone didn't end in shit." Another point in case, Prometheus, who appeared to have disappeared without a trace again.

[whispersoflove]

Anael let him evade actually answering the question, because it wasn't quite the point. "And your complications, they apply to me? To us?"

[goodfellow]

"Not exactly," said Robin, "so I'd like to keep it that way."

[whispersoflove]

"And yet I already love you," Anael stated, forcing himself to stay in place, instead of reaching out for Robin the way all of his being wanted to. His jeans were done up, but he was still shirtless and barefooted. "And you - feel for me." He paused, took a single step forward, and stopped himself. "What are you so afraid of?"

[goodfellow]

"You love everyone," Robin said, and it came out snippier than he'd meant it to.

[whispersoflove]

"I Love everyone," Anael replied calmly, the capital somehow audible. "But I would not sleep with everyone, let alone love them." He paused, then asked, "Do you really need to hide from this?" It was a genuine question, rather than rhetorical.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed as he yanked his shirt over his head and rolled up his sleeves again. "What is it that you want from me?"

[whispersoflove]

It was not the word Anael would have chosen. There were things he wished for, things he prayed for, when it came to Robin. But he was not going to argue rhetoric. "Only for you to let yourself feel," he answered, simply. "Love doesn't have to be a burden."

[goodfellow]

"I'm not you," said Robin. "I'm a puck. Love doesn't suit us. I like you, Anael. You mean something to me. But I don't love you. I don't love Fin. I don't love Prometheus. And I've been functioning perfectly well like this for a long time."

[whispersoflove]

"Do you truly believe that?" Anael asked, and again, it was not rhetorical. While he knew what Robin felt, he had no idea how much Robin might fool himself into thinking he did not feel.

[goodfellow]

"Yes," Robin said sharply.

[whispersoflove]

"You told me you didn't love, the first time we met," Anael told him quietly. There was no sadness in his eyes, because he was not sure that Robin's answer was truthful. He picked his t-shirt up off the floor and straightened up, meeting Robin's gaze. "Even then, before anything happened, I knew that it was a lie."

He was putting his clothes back on because he fully expected Robin to kick him out any second. He was not sure why he would not let this lie, now, but there was something about tonight.

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged, not willing to respond to that. If was clear he wasn't going to be able to dispel Anael of that notion. And why should he bother trying?