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Anael

After their short exchange outside, Robin pulled Anael inside the club so that he could bring him to a back room and do exactly as they'd promised.

The music was loud, and there were a lot of people, many wearing less clothing than they had when they'd come in.

They paused by the bar because of a bottleneck of people, and then suddenly there was a hand on Robin's shoulder. He turned, not letting go of Anael's hand. There was an older man, attractive, wearing a nice suit. "Are you Rob?" he asked, voice tight. "The owner?"

"Sure," Robin said. "But as you can see, I've already got company. You'll have to stand in line."

And then suddenly there was a fist coming hard at Robin's face and everything exploded into pain.

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"Don't deny it or next time I'll make you prove it," Robin purred. "Make you talk dirty to me for hours. Every other word out of your mouth 'fuck' or 'cock'. As long as you're talking about mine."

"I don't think I could talk dirty at length without slipping into talk of love," Anael pointed out, amused by the notion. The truth was, he seemed unable to talk about anything at length without slipping into talk of love. He kissed Robin's jaw, then slipped out of him, scooting down just enough to be able to rest his hands on his chest, and his chin on top of them. "But I'll try, if you like." He wouldn't make any promise about being any good at it, though.

"Next time," Robin murmured, looking up at him. And then smirked. "I mean, unless you want to wait five minutes and have another go."

"Won't your club need you?" Anael asked, smiling at the prospect. He was not saying no.

"I don't know," Robin mused. "I think that you could convince me that you need me more."

"You and your cock," Anael agreed, smile widening into a grin. "It's been too long since I've had it inside me, Robin." He sounded perfectly earnest, but with an undertone of loving playfulness. "It's like none other."

Robin's lips quirked into a smile. "Oh? Well, why don't you tell me more about it..." He leaned up towards him. "Tell me about how you're a cock hungry little slut, hmm?" He said this with sincere affection in the words.

"If that's what I am for wanting your cock inside me," Anael replied, and sat up so he could straddle Robin's thighs, wrapping warm fingers around the puck's cock. "Then yes," he confirmed with a soft smile. "I'm a cock-loving little slut."

Robin knew it wasn't exactly sincere, but he still loved hearing such dirty things come out of an angel's mouth. His cock, soft a moment ago, began to swell again.

"And mine in particular, hmmm?" he purred. "As good as my ass is, it was a disappointment when you were fucking me, wasn't it? Part of you wished that it was me filling you up instead..."

"The real disappointment," Anael smiled again, at the thought, "is that we can't do both at once."

Robin wet his lips. "I do have all manner of dildos and vibrators in that wardrobe over there. But you're right, it is indeed a shame."

He stretched his neck to lick Anael's ear.

"Or you could go find someone to join us."

"It wouldn't be you," Anael pointed out, smiled again, and added, "It could never be you," on account of the number of physical replicas of Robin running around. He turned his head to catch Robin's lips in a soft, loving kiss. "Do you want me to go get someone?"

"Mmmmm I can't tell if you would actually like that or if you're just humoring me," Robin murmured.

"Why can't it be both?" Anael asked, and kissed Robin's jawline. "I'd love," and another kiss, just beside the first, "to fuck someone," and another, "while you fuck me," and another, "and I'll love it even more," he nipped at Robin's earlobe, "for you loving it."

Robin groaned. He hadn't been entirely serious about the suggestion, but now he totally was.

"... go," he said softly. "Go find someone. I want you to choose... man, woman, whatever. Someone who turns your crank for whatever reason." Even if it was, heaven forbid, having a heart open to love or something.

Anael smiled, and leaned back to watch Robin, hand still slowly working over his cock. "What will you do while I'm gone?"

"Lay here and... anticipate," Robin purred, sliding a hand down to replace Anael's with his own.

Anael pulled his hand back and leaned down to give the head of Robin's cock a (temporary) goodbye suckle. "Don't come without us," he told Robin, eyes twinkling happily, and then he was off the bed and heading for the door, fully clothed again between one step and the next, in his usual jeans and t-shirt. He adjusted himself in the jeans, then slipped out to get back to the club proper.

Robin had completely faith in Anael that he could pull someone hot, though the anticipation of surprise over who it could be was really a turn on. He made himself comfortable on the bed and stroked his cock lazily while he waited.

Anael wandered out into the club, each step uncomfortable on account of the erection trapped inside his jeans. The thought of Robin stroking himself did very little to help, on the contrary, and he was having a hard time focusing on anyone enough to decide how to strike up a conversation, or make a move. Still, he walked through the crowd, hoping to find someone who would inspire him, and as he rounded a pillar, he was surprised to find himself face to face with - "Alcuin?"

Alcuin, smiling and also glistening slightly from the exertion of dancing,

"Anael!" His smile got even broader as he looked at his friend. "What a nice surprise!"

"It is," Anael replied, his smile soft, but there was something almost contemplative about him. Contemplative, and yet slightly on edge, to someone observant enough. "A surprise. A nice surprise."

Impulsively, Alcuin leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Hannibal was supposed to get home from a conference tonight, but his flight was delayed until morning. I was sitting at home bored, and so I thought... why not go dancing?" It had taken some courage, too, to come back here by himself, after what had happened at New Years. But he was trying to be braver. And so far this had only been fun.

Anael smiled again at the kiss, but could not help but glance back towards the backstage area. "Alcuin..." He took his friend's hand between his. "I'm - I'm sorry, I would love to catch up," and he would, truly, in other circumstances, but he could not leave Robin hanging - so to speak, "but... I've left a friend alone, in bed, while I find us a partner."

Alcuin blinked at him. "A... partner?" The insinuation hit, and he laughed. "In bed? Oh Anael, I would not have taken you for so adventurous."

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