Fin

[goodfellow]

continued from here

Robin smiled to himself as he walked around and sat behind the desk. "Come in."

Comments

[goodfellow]

"So then you're not a slave," said Robin. "You're... a prisoner. Okay?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wetting his lips, Fin nodded, centering himself and settling into the role. It wasn't shameful if it was just a role. Wasn't a reason to hate himself if he was being someone else.

[goodfellow]

"I need a safe word from you," Robin said quietly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Soliloquy," Fin replied, quickly enough that it was likely he'd been asked for one before.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled, leaned in and kissed him quickly.

Then he grabbed Fin's wrist, yanked him over to one of the chairs in front of the desk, and shoved Fin down into it.

He leaned against the edge of the desk and glared down at him.

"The security team woke me up for this. I hear you almost escaped this time."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin looked startled, but he eased into the part. Pushing his hair back he settled into the chair and leaned back slightly.

"You should thank me, really. I mean how else are you going to find all the flaws in your security?" he asked with a smirk.

[goodfellow]

"They can't be that flawed, you're still here aren't you," Robin said tersely. "Though you still managed to fuck up your cell so no one can be held in it, and until they fix it you are now officially my problem. Even though, to reiterate, it is the middle of the night, and I was fucking asleep."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, you don't have to keep an eye on me, I'll be perfectly happy at the nearest hotel," Fin quipped.

[goodfellow]

Robin glared at him. "The last thing I want you to be is happy," he snapped, and grabbed Fin's wrist to haul him up again. Dragging him towards the far door, which opened up into a bedroom.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin struggled, surprised by the strength of Robin's grip, and stumbled a little as they headed into the bedroom.

"No?" Fin chuckled. "But I'm such a good boy."

[goodfellow]

"You're a pain in my ass is what you are."

Robin pulled him over to a chest of drawers on one side of the room, and opened a drawer to pull out a set of handcuffs. He yanked Fin's arms behind his back and snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists, then shoved him down to the floor.

[prince_of_nymphs]

He hit the floor hard, but he was still grinning.

"Are you always this grumpy in the morning? ...It is technically morning, right? It's so disorienting in those cells."

[goodfellow]

"Do you want to piss me off?" Robin asked. "Because I'm there already, and you can't seem to keep your mouth shut."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Most people love my mouth," the fae purred.

[goodfellow]

Robin snorted derisively. "I'll just bet they do. That why you're so popular in there?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Everyone's favourite. ...Even some of the guards. I might be willing to give you names, if you're interested in negotiating a better cell for me," Fin offered, twisting in his handcuffs a little.

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "You think I care if some of the guards want to fuck that pretty little mouth? Unlessone of them helped you escape - I mean, not escape - I don't give a fuck."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin shrugged, leaning back on his bound hands. "Your loss. I suppose you're going to lock me in here for the night then?"

[goodfellow]

"Like I said, you're my problem now," Robin said. "Though I'm thinking I'll just leave you down there on your knees while I go back to sleep."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Of course, I'd hate to keep you up," Fin replied, his eyes darting over to the door.

[goodfellow]

Robin followed his gaze. Then sighed.

"You are a pain in my ass. Get up." He gestured impatiently at him. "I see I'm going to have to tie you the fuck up."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, come on, don't be like that," Fin mock pouted. "I'll be good, you can trust me, sir."

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "I said get up." He wanted to see him off balance.

[prince_of_nymphs]

The smile faded slightly, and he struggled a little to get to his feet and looking just a bit embarrassed as he nearly stumbled.

[goodfellow]

"Not quite so cocky now, are you?" Robin said. "I hope you realize that when I said you're my problem, that also means you're at my mercy. If you were injured or killed trying to escape, no one would bat an eye."