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for Thomas

It was perhaps two in the afternoon, and Robin was in his apartment waiting for Thomas. The place was messier than usual - mostly because he hadn't gotten a new housekeeper yet. He should do that, he just... hadn't gotten around to it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he last one had tried to kill him.

Half an hour ago, Robin had called the salon. He'd said only: "I took the afternoon off. If you do too, I'll blow you before you can can get more of a foot into my apartment." To his credit, he'd at least made sure that Thomas was the one who'd answered the phone, but he hadn't waited for a response before he'd hung up.

Maybe it was his way of showing that he had some power over Thomas... or maybe he just really wanted a cock in his mouth. Either way, when there was a knock at the door, he opened it, yanked Thomas inside by his shirt, and dropped immediately to his knees.

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"I'm not going to thank you," Robin said softly, hands sliding down the panties and back up. "But I will remind you why you at least had the illusion that I was worth it."

And he slid his hand down the back of the panties and two fingers inside Thomas without preamble, finding him still slick inside from earlier. He bent his head and bit down on his shoulder.

Thomas knew that he would make the exact same deal all over again if he had to, but he wasn't going to tell Robin that. Things between them were too tenuous as it was, lately. He remained silent until Robin's fingers slid inside of him again, until the puck's teeth sank into his skin. Then he groaned, setting his glass down with most of the liquid still remaining, bracing himself against the bar as he slid his legs a little wider apart, his breathing quickening. "Right here," he murmured. "Fuck me just like this."

"Oh yes, I have every intention," Robin growled, and pulled his fingers out. He put both hands on Thomas' shoulders and shoved him down farther, effectively bending him over the bar. This was not nice, it was not meaningful. It was a fuck, and it was fucking good, and it was all about primal, physical pleasure.

He ripped the panties off with one quick, fast jerk of his hand.

Thomas gasped as the lace tore away, rolling his hips in invitation as he pressed his forearms and hands to the bar, bracing himself. "You're so fucking hot," he panted, though those weren't exactly the words going through his head. I love this. I love you. And I'm so afraid I'm going to lose you.

Robin, for his part, didn't think much of anything.

He just positioned himself behind Thomas, and thrust inside him, hands still holding Thomas down. He was going hard and fast pretty much right away, angled expertly, fucking Thomas for pleasure (he'd meant it when he said he was reminding him), but also like he was getting something out, taking something out on him.

Thomas took all of it, pressing back to meet Robin's thrusts, moaning softly as his head fell forward. He shifted his balance, freeing one arm to reach down and begin stroking himself, just as hard and fast as Robin's movements inside of him were.

Robin didn't say a word. No dirty talk, no encouragement, no condescending endearments. Just grunts and gasps.

Hard and fast and steady and unyielding until he came, thrusting hard once more into Thomas and burying himself there, betraying himself with a moan that sounded like Thomas' name.

Thomas shuddered, his hand continuing to move a little longer until he came as well, gasping as his body stiffened.

Only then did Robin reach around and slide his fingers around Thomas' cock, gathering some of his come on his fingers, and then sucking his finger into his mouth.

He waited a long moment before pulling out of him, and then leaned in close to Thomas' ear. "Don't worry about the panties, I can get more." He slapped Thomas' ass, hard. "Maybe you should shower, my come is running down the back of your thighs, you dirty little bitch."

Because being obscene was far easier than returning to the conversation they'd been having earlier.

Thomas snorted quietly and straightened, pulling away. "Yeah, good idea," he said, giving Robin a brief, searching glance before moving toward the bathroom.

Robin's face was impassive when Thomas looked at him, and it was only after he was alone by the bar that he allowed his eyes to close, sagging a little back against the bar.

He waited until he heard the water running, and then walked back in, returning the knife that he'd thrown at Lea to underneath the mattress.

Then he took it out, and put it under his pillow instead, and then curled up naked in the bed.

Thomas took his time, standing under water that was as hot as he could stand. Then he turned the shower off and toweled dry, coming out to gather his clothes and start getting dressed without a word, glancing at Robin frequently. "...I'll be back as soon as I can," he murmured as he fastened his pants.

Robin didn't look up. And when he spoke, it was mumbled.

"Tell her if she hurts you again my knife is getting farther than the tip of her finger."

Thomas stopped at that, looking over at Robin with a surprised expression. Then he pulled on his shirt and came over to the bed, looking at Robin's back before he knelt on the edge and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Robin's jaw. "I will," he murmured.

Robin tensed at first, but then immediately relaxed, and gave an imperceptible nod.

He wasn't even sure why he was in bed, it was maybe three in the afternoon. But suddenly he felt weary, and a nap would keep him from thinking about whatever it was Thomas was off doing because of him.

Thomas pulled away and strode quickly from the room without looking back. He waited until he was outside of Robin's door before he pulled the snowflake medallion out from beneath his shirt, disappearing as he wrapped his fingers around it and whispered Lea's name.

He returned about four hours later looking none the worse for wear, and knocked at Robin's door.

"COME IN!" came a shout from behind the door. "IF YOU'RE HERE TO KILL ME I'M ARMED."

He was in the bathtub, up to his neck in bubbles, and had no intention of getting out.

Thomas couldn't help but smile a little as he let himself in. He didn't call out, just wandered from room to room until he got close enough to smell the water and the bubble bath, then he followed his nose to the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. "Having a girl's night in?" he remarked mildly, his expression fond.

Robin snorted. "Says the man who was wearing lace panties."

He cracked an eye open, managing to keep his expression bored even though he was looking to see if Thomas had come back in one piece.

"Only because you wanted me to," Thomas pointed out, peeling off his shirt and toeing his shoes off as he wandered into the room to sit on the edge of the tub. "You look...decadent."

Robin ignored him.

"What did she make you do?"

Thomas shrugged. "Babysit." It was technically true, though it had been more of prisoner-sitting. And on that side of reality, it had been a bit more than four hours.

"That's all?" Robin looked skeptical, sitting up a little so that the water splashed.

"Yup." Thomas wasn't going to offer any more detail unless pressed. He was just going to do what he had to do to satisfy Lea's bargain and not think about it the rest of the time.

"You should not be someone's lapdog," Robin said bitterly.

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