Anael

[goodfellow]

Robin loved museums. All the history, all the memories. Paintings especially. All the painters he'd known over the years, all the subjects, all the models. Sometimes it was a strange sense of melancholy, sitting in a room full of images from the past, from his past, ad feeling consumed by it for just a few moments.

A little masochistic even, sometimes.

He sat on a bench in the National Gallery, looking at a painting of Achilles and Patroclus. It had been so long since he'd seen them. Those souls, the pair of them, sometimes brothers sometimes not, who had appeared over and over again throughout the ages. Achilles and Patroclus were just one of the incarnations. And it had been decades since Robin had watched a version of them die again.

Still, these were some of his favorites. Even if the Trojan War had been a hell of a time.

His gaze lingered on Achilles. The beautiful body, the blonde hair. Something tugged inside him.

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[whispersoflove]

"If you tell me you've never had a bad stitching experience, I will have to call you a liar, Robin," Anael gave him fair warning.

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "No, I have. And what I'm saying is, it was probably their fault, not mine."

He looked at Hani across the table, smiled. "Was just thinking how good you'd look with a needle and thread in your hands."

[whispersoflove]

Pucks, it was turning out, could be a lot of fun, when they were focused on you and not on toying around with humans. Or at least this one was. "My fingers never get tired," Anael pointed out, unwilling to hide his amusement. "I can stitch for hours."

[goodfellow]

Robin had never fucked an angel before. He honestly had no idea how literal that statement was. He really wanted to find out.

"Me too," he said, unblinking. "And I can stitch... and stitch... and stitch again. I don't even need time off between projects."

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed again, delighted. "You talk a good game, puck."

[goodfellow]

"I do," Robin conceded, and refilled his glass. The bottle was getting lower.

"Care to revise your scale of one to ten?"

[whispersoflove]

"Hmm." Anael tilted his head slightly, thoughtful. "I won't stitch without love, you realise." It wasn't a no.

[goodfellow]

"Love," Robin sighed. "You know, I was telling someone recently that I make people fall in love with me for a night. Could you, turtledove?"

[whispersoflove]

"The colour's off," Anael offhandedly replied. There was no brown on his wings. "I already love you, Robin. My only question is whether you'll take me showing you so. That's what stitching is, to me."

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged. He honestly didn't know what that meant, but he wasn't averse to finding out.

"I promise I won't object," he said.

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled. "There's a vote of confidence if I've ever heard one." But the teasing was warm, as was his habit. "Where would you like to go?" They could simply take a room here, of course, but the puck might want to suggest an alternative.

[goodfellow]

"Here is fine," said Robin, and when he smiled, it wasn't a leer. "I've been here before."

[whispersoflove]

"Here it is, then," Anael replied, and smiled back at the puck. "We can even order some more wine." Which reminded him that he hadn't been drinking a lot of it, and he finished his glass.

[goodfellow]

"Perfect," said Robin. "You get the wine, my little white dove - I've opened a tab - and I will procure us a room with a view."

[whispersoflove]

Anael had to admit, the dove thing was growing on him. He smiled, and headed off to do just that.

[goodfellow]

Robin used to call Ishiah turtledove just to piss him off. The thought made him smile.

He walked to the front desk and asked for a room. Something on a high floor, with a nice view, and a big bathtub.

[whispersoflove]

Anael joined him right as he was given the keycard, an opened bottle and two clean glasses in hand. No, no, he'd insisted, no need for room service, just the wine. Highly irregular, but nothing a warm smile and a generous tip could not take care of.

"Room with a view?" he asked with a smile, as Robin stepped away from the front desk.

[goodfellow]

Robin grinned at him. "Only the best," he said, and led them to the elevator.

"It's a long way up," he said when they stepped inside. There was definitely time for a snog.

[whispersoflove]

"All the longer for people to interrupt," Anael remarked, but he was smiling, and hardly minded. As the doors closed, he spread his hands slightly - one holding the bottle, the other the glasses - as if to point out that he could hardly fight off any overture the puck might make.

[goodfellow]

"No one goes up from anywhere but the lobby," Robin pointed out as soon as they started to rise. "They only go down."

He was tempted to go down then to make his point, but he was fairly certain there wasn't time for that.

Instead, he closed the distance between them, put both hands on the angel's face, and kissed him.

[whispersoflove]

Anael was going to answer that, but then, he suddenly found that he had much better things to do with his mouth. Namely, opening up to that kiss and meeting it in kind, thankful that they were of a height. He leaned back against the wall behind him, keeping his hands to either side to keep the wine and the glasses safe. There was something oddly sweet about the way the puck's hands were cradling his face, something Anael had not expected from one so bent on denying that he felt anything but pleasure.

[goodfellow]

Robin had never kissed an angel before. He wasn't sure if he had expected something specific, but it felt like a normal kiss. And it continued on pace until Robin felt the elevator stop.

Just before the doors opened, he turned his head to whisper against Anael's ear, "You're delicious. I cannot wait to make your toes curl."

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed delightedly, then followed Robin out of the lift. "That sounds promising. Do you usually keep your promises, Robin?" It was a question especially worth asking of a puck, but it was laced with warm affection, when it came from Anael - especially with his lips buzzing so nicely.

[goodfellow]

"I like to," said Robin honestly, and used the key card to open the door into the hotel room.

It was just a room, not a suite, though it was decidedly posh - a large bed, a gorgeous view, and a glimpse into a large bathroom with a two person whirlpool tub.

[whispersoflove]

"Good," Anael stated quietly, happily, and followed him into the room, already pouring wine into the two glasses he held in the one hand.

They had all their time, after all, and the wine was gorgeous. It would be a shame not to have it on hand.