for Thomas

[goodfellow]

When Robin woke, his fingers immediately went to his neck. Not only was the blood gone, but there was no wound. He wondered for a moment if he was dead... but no, he felt too shitty to be dead, he decided. Even if it was mostly non-physical.

He registered vaguely that he was in Thomas' bed and didn't care, just rolled over onto his stomach, put the pillow over his head, and groaned.

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[raith_rogue]

"Bullshit." Thomas drained his glass and refilled it, setting the bottle down. "I made it my fight when you moved in."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin drank.

"That reminds me, tell Harry I'm going to pay him."

[raith_rogue]

"I'll tell him." It would be the first thing Thomas told him, so he'd be sure to get the message before he tried to commit fratricide.

He hesitated, then asked in a quiet voice, "Still want me to call a cab?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Not yet," said Robin. "I haven't been home in a while, I'm not sure about the state of my liquor cabinet."

He drank.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas relaxed a little at that. "All right." He sank onto the couch and sipped his drink. "You really didn't know how long you'd been gone?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"No." Robin scowled. "Willy must have been fucking with time. I wonder how she got her hooks into him... tricked him into promising a favor I'll bet. Or hell, maybe I fucked his girlfriend." That was usually a safe bet, too.

He drank.

[raith_rogue]

The drinking didn't concern Thomas. he knew how much the puck could put away, and hell, he wouldn't mind being drunk right now himself. Too bad the whiskey didn't seem to agree with the sentiment. It may as well have been water, for all the good it was doing. Still, he kept drinking, ever-hopeful.

Monday. robin had thought it was Monday. So he'd been gone a day by his own reckoning. he considered not asking, not sure he wanted to hear the answer, but in the end he had to know. "Did you plan to come back?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"I never plan anything," said Robin. "And yes, I am well aware of the irony, leaving your protection or whatever. But it was only a day."

[raith_rogue]

"Yeah." Only a day for Robin. That much Thomas had allowed for, even, despite the death threat. But Thomas had had four days of uncertainty and fear and worry and he needed to know. What he'd done it for. What he'd been saving with his deal with Lea.

"So. Where does all of this shit leave us?" He didn't exactly expect a straight answer, but he hoped for one.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin didn't answer him.

"Who did you get to heal me?"

[raith_rogue]

Thomas clenched his jaw and drained his drink. "I didn't have a lot of options. I had the first faerie I ran into do it."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"And, what, they did it out of the kindness of their heart?"

Robin put down the glass (now drained) and started patting his own body down. "I'm not missing a toe or something am I?"

[raith_rogue]

"Every inch of you is intact," Thomas promised. "Including my favorite several inches, so you can keep your pants on."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Several?" Robin snorted, and poured. "Well now I know there's a problem."

[raith_rogue]

"Your ego is intact, too," Thomas murmured dryly, pouring another drink for himself. Finally he was starting to feel it. Good.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

So was Robin. Finally. Even as he poured again.

He stayed turned toward the bar, not looking at Thomas.

"Thank you."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas looked at his back for a minute. "Don't mention it."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin decided to take that statement at face value.

He poured shots this time. Did one. Then two.

Then finally turned from the bar and walked over to the couch, looking down at Thomas. "Don't you want to know if I deserved it?"

[raith_rogue]

Thomas looked up at Robin, his eyes rapidly lightening toward silver. "Glass houses," he answered. "I've done things I'm not proud of." And he hadn't lived anywhere near as long as Robin.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin focused on Thomas' eyes.

"You're hungry."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas smirked up at him. "Fighting assassins and healing from a bullet wound works up an appetite," he murmured, his eyes fully silver now, as he breathed in Robin's scent.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"A bullet... fuck." Robin hadn't realized, and he was alarmed for a moment, before remembering that Thomas was obviously fine.

"You can feed from me," he said, sitting down on the couch beside him.

[raith_rogue]

"Got me in the leg. I'll be fine by tomorrow."

He watched Robin as he sat down, licking his lips. "You don't owe me," he replied, but his breathing was faster and his voice had taken on a sultry purr. He was hungry, and on top of that he'd missed the hell out of Robin. It was a difficult combination to resist.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin suddenly remembered why he'd left in the first place. Because... there were... feelings.

Oh, fuck it.

He grabbed Thomas' face and kissed him.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas groaned and returned the kiss, shifting lightning-fast to straddle Robin and pin him to the couch, the kiss hungry and eager in more ways than one.