Prometheus

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't heard another peep about a potential puck in town. As far as he knew the mysterious naked jewelry thief hadn't been caught, and also hadn't made any other hits - at least not any that had eye witnesses or had caught him on camera. Though he might have preferred hearing something; the nugget of threat and then a lack of closure just had him on edge.

He knew he'd probably been a dick because of it, too. When Robin was uncomfortable, and especially if that discomfort had an edge of fear, he overcompensated. He pretended everything was fine, which meant he amped his Robin-ness up to eleven. Figuratively, he'd been swinging from chandeliers.

Which is why he was drunk and stumbling into the flat at 7:45 in the morning. He also couldn't remember where he'd left his shirt.

He tried to be quiet, but ended up crashing into the kitchen table and sending a bowl of apples crashing to the ground and rolling about. He swore.

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[goodfellow]

Robin sat, as if a well-conditioned pet. "Does a night of tantric sex with a couple of Welsh acrobats count as going off the rails? Oh... I wonder if my car is in Cardiff."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Honestly, Robin, it sounds like an average night for you," Prometheus said, pulling out the french press and getting the coffee going before beginning the eggs. "You enjoy yourself, and I see nothing wrong with that."

[goodfellow]

"Did I mention the drugs?" Robin said. "Because there were a lot of drugs involved. Also I can't figure out where this came from." He lifted his arm to reveal a burn mark near his elbow. "But I'm not trying to convince you. How about a splash of whiskey in that coffee, though?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"Do you want me to be upset? What would that accomplish? If you're attempting to push me away, you don't need to put in so much effort. Just say the word and I'll go," the titan replied, looking over and studying the puck with a small frown. "If you're trying to pick a fight, however, I'll simply ask that you don't. I've worked hard for control over my temperament, and though I love you very much, I'll not risk that to entertain you."

[goodfellow]

"Just say the word and you'll go?" Robin scowled. "That's comforting."

Though the truth was, maybe he was trying to pick a fight. It wouldn't be the first time he'd poked at something dangerous.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan took a calming breath and turned off the stove. The pan had barely warmed and the eggs remained mostly raw as he dumped them onto a plate and turned towards the puck.

He considered Robin for a long moment then lifted the plate over Robin's head and turned it over. The yokes burst as they made contact with the puck's scalp, and the titan hummed thoughtfully.

"There. Conflict. That's what you wanted, right?" he asked, though he didn't wait for an answer before turning and heading back to his sculpture in the other room.

[goodfellow]

Robin gasped in surprise, and then sat there for a long moment with egg yolks running dow his face.

He was such a monumental fuck-up, he thought. Maybe the difference between him and some other puck wasn't as obvious as he might have thought.

He had to walk past Prometheus to get to the bedroom. Shedding his clothes as he went, and then turning the spray of water in the shower on as hot as he could stand before stepping under it.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus watched him go, and didn't follow immediately. Partly for his own sake, but mostly for the puck's. It wasn't until the shower had been running for a while that he decided to join him.

Silently he shed his clothes and stepped in behind Robin, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and then picking up the soap and starting to wash his back. He didn't speak, words could be so clumsy, his hands never were.

[goodfellow]

Robin's body stiffened at the first touch, but then almost immediately relaxed. "I probably deserve another egg," he said softly.

[pecked_by_birds]

"You deserve love," the titan said, soapy hands working slowly over the puck's body. "You could tell me what's the matter though. Is this about that other puck still?"

[goodfellow]

"I don't know," Robin said softly, his head dropping down. "It... yes, it feels like a ticking time bomb, but I don't know if that's everything that's the matter with me. I think that's probably just me."

[pecked_by_birds]

"You've never liked having your kin about. It makes you anxious. I always assumed it was a bit of a territorial thing- That and most of your kin are obnoxious horrors," the titan offered, taking the shower spray down off the wall and gently washing away the suds.

[goodfellow]

"Having them around makes me feel less like myself," Robin said quietly. "Remember when Pan tried to convince you he was me? I don't like the idea of someone fucking with my reputation."

[pecked_by_birds]

"No one who loves you would ever mistake you for another," Prometheus purred. "I understand though, you've worked hard to build an identity, to have it stolen would be like losing part of your soul."

[goodfellow]

"You're the only person I would completely trust to know me," Robin said softly.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm honored," Prometheus said, pressing a kiss to the back of Robin's neck before gently working his fingers through the other man's hair.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed a little, and then pushed his body back against him, in a way there was no denying the sexual intent. It was a default for him, a way to fill in the blanks when he didn't know what should go into the moment instead.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Not here, pet. Not here. Come, let's dry off and go to bed," the titan said, reaching past Robin and turning off the water.

He climbed out first, patting himself dry and wrapping a towel around his waist before reaching for another and beginning to dry the puck.

[goodfellow]

"Okay," said Robin, finding it comforting to do as he was told for the moment. The kindness sometimes felt as shocking as egg yolk to the head.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan got him dry, observing him and then leaning in and kissing him slowly, his hand coming to rest on the other man's backside.

After a moment he scooped him up and began to carry him through to the bedroom.

[goodfellow]

Robin was startled at first, but didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around Prometheus' neck, then kissed it, over and over.

[pecked_by_birds]

Laying him out on the bed, Prometheus encouraged him to roll onto his stomach, rubbing his back and then beginning to massage away the tension in his back. He knew what Robin wanted, and he wanted it too, but he was in no rush to get there. He wanted the puck completely relaxed before they even began.

[goodfellow]

"You're being too nice to me," Robin said again, but the complaint was more than a little half-hearted now. He felt his body beginning to relax.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Hush, puck, don't tell me how to handle you," Prometheus purred, his tone a bit harder now as he gave Robin a light smack on the ass. It was all show though, he had no intention of being anything but kind tonight.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed in contentment at the light smack. "Noted," he said.