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Robin tried to think of something that might be helpful, but not upset Fin more, and also not dredge up too many bad memories.

"Lots of creatures don't like pucks," Robin said after a moment. "And often for very good reasons. A minor god once mistook me for one of my kin. Stole my voice so I couldn't talk - which, let me tell you, is torture enough for me. Also meant I couldn't inform him of his mistake. He enjoyed breaking me down. It was... well, I've had many, many days in my life. These three I will never forget." Even now, just thinking about it was making him feel a little queasy. "When he finally realized his mistake, he left me with a witch to wipe my memory. I begged her not to. Everything that happens to us, we learn from. I learned something. It wasn't easy to get over, but I still didn't want to lose that."

Fin moved closer, slipping one arm lightly around Rob and burying his face against the other man's neck. He didn't speak for a long moment, certain nothing he could say would be enough. So he was simply there, close, embracing him.

"I don't want to forget," he admitted finally. "I don't think I do, anyway. It's not... It's nothing like that. Nothing like what you're describing. Not that vivid, not that cruel. I know it's doing something to me though. People are starting to notice, I think, and I know I can't tell most of them what happened. They'll want blood, and it's just- It's not that simple, you know?"

Hex had certainly noticed he wasn't eating, as had Greg. At first it had just been a side effect of his medication, but now- Nnow it was like a strange game he was playing with himself. A way to exert control over his body.

"You're alright though, you've survived. That gives me hope."

Tilting his head, he kissed Robin's cheek.

"It's not fair you have to carry that pain. You deserve light and joy."

"There are good and bad things about being very old," Robin told him. "One is that what they say about pain fading over time is true."

He put a hand on Fin's leg and squeezed gently. "You know I would help you however I can. And if you tell me that hurting people who hurt you is not on the table, that's fine."

"I don't think there's anything to be done," Fin admitted. "It's just this producer on my show. American twat. Knows I can't turn him down, not if I want to keep my job. So he- He just expects my company sometimes. I keep thinking he'll lose interest, but he hasn't yet," Fin admitted, nuzzling at Robin's shoulder again.

"Let's go back inside. It's cold out here," he said softly.

"We don't have to talk about this right now," Robin said. "But you probably already know what I'd say. Call his bluff. If you lose your job, there will be more."

He stood, and held out his hand to Fin to bring him back inside.

Fin took the offered hand and followed, feeling a bit lighter now. Nothing had changed or been made better, but hearing Robin's own tale, sharing his in return- It made him feel less alone. Less trapped in his own head.

Robin closed the door behind them and the room immediately warmed. He leaned in and kissed Fin. "We certainly don't have to keep going if you don't want to," he said.

"I want to," Fin assured him, savoring the taste of Robin on his lips. "Unless I've killed the mood. I'd understand if you needed to stop. What you shared was a lot," he added gently.

“No,” Robin said hastily. “No, if you’re willing, I’d... no, you didn’t kill the mood.” And he kissed him again, this time with more heat, and uncinched Fin’s robe.

The kiss was a relief. Too often Fin struggled with over sharing or just simply talking too much in general. For Robin to just let it be- It felt like mercy.

Chasing the kiss, Fin moaned against Robin's lips.

When the kids finally broke, Robin said quietly, “I’d like it if you choose what we do next... four down.”

Given the conversation moments before, Robin would feel more comfortable if Fin had explicit control over what was happening for a bit.

Fin nodded in understanding, tugging lightly on the loose knot that held Robin's robe closed. For all the darker fantasies he entertained, for all the complex wants and dreams he had, sometimes what Fin wanted most was just a simple moment of intimacy.

Wrapping his fingers around the other man's cock, he started to stroke him lightly, right there where they stood. Like this, face to face, it was just them and nothing more. Fin just hoped that Robin wouldn't find it too boring or precious.

A soft "Oh," escaped Robin's lips as he resisted the urge to close his eyes and just watched Fin instead. He was getting hard again.

Fin blushed a bit, but smiled as he stepped closer, leaning against Robin slightly as he stroked him.

"Is that good?" he asked softly. "Is it alright?"

"Oh it's more than all right," Robin sighed. He put a hand on Fin's waist to help steady himself. "I want to do this for you, too, you know. Make you come until you can't stand it anymore."

"Is that even possible?" Fin asked, his naivety showing slightly.

His hand began to move faster then, and he smiled to himself as he peppered Robin's neck with soft kisses and gentle nips.

"Is it possible that you can't stand it anymore?" Robin said, a little breathless as his cock hardened fully and he pushed a little into Fin's hand. "Well, why don't we find out sometime. We could find out now, but you... seem dedicated towards a goal tonight, and if I wore you out first I don't think we'd get there..."

"Add it to the to-do list. We should definitely have one of those," Fin purred, rutting lightly against Robin's hip as he began to stroke him faster.

Robin moaned softly. "Mmmhmm noted. I'd like to see you in that space between begging me to stop and beginning me not to stop."

"Well, the night is young, who knows where it'll end," Fin smiled, his free hand coming to rest against the small of Robin's back as he continued to stroke and stimulate the puck.

"Right now I'm quite focused on this though," he assured him, giving Rob's cock a subtle squeeze.

"Well keep focusing," Robin gasped. "I'm going to come any moment and you may have to catch me if I fall over."

"Hope not, don't think that would end well for us," Fin chuckled, though he didn't stop stroking, urging Robin on as he grinned to himself and pressed a rather rough kiss to the other man's neck, trying to leave a little mark.

Robin hardly heard him. The break on the balcony had given his body plenty of time to recover, and he could reach orgasm easily. Impulsively, he grabbed the collar of Fin’s robe and yanked him in for a hard kiss just as he came into Fin’s hand, groaning into the kiss.

Fin pulled him through it, his hand not stilling until he was sure Robin was done.

He smiled into the kiss, letting it linger and holding Rob close.

"Alright?" he asked softly, once the kiss finally broke.

"Yes all right," Robin murmured. "And I didn't even fall over." He kissed Fin's hair. "We're only halfway there, you know..."

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