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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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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."

"I've never found it very adventurous to share moments like these," Anael replied with a brief frown, immediately gone. "Generous, perhaps."

"Your, ah, friend," Alcuin said, glancing towards backstage as well. "Anyone I know? If you don't mind saying, I mean."

Anael glanced back towards the backstage area with a fond smile, and figured that Robin would not mind the reputation. "He's the owner? Have you met him?"

"Only briefly," Alcuin said. "Though I know him by reputation. We have a number of mutual friends... and now apparently one more. I don't think you'll have any trouble finding someone wanting to spend some time with the two of you..." He offered a little smile, almost shy.

"Would you like to?" Anael asked after taking a step closer, still holding Alcuin's hand between his.

Alcuin felt his heart start beating a little faster.

"I..."

He had always thought that he and Anael would sleep together eventually, given the right opportunity. He'd always wanted to.

"Robin," he finally said. "You vouch for him? He's... kind?"

He hadn't had a threesome since he'd done so professionally. But he'd actually enjoyed it, especially when it was with two people who cared about each other.

"He's..." Anael smiled. "Smug, and beautiful, and full of humour. He loves the connection of sex without wanting to admit to love. He's... lovely, and won't do a thing if it isn't clear both parties - or more - want it."

Alcuin enjoyed the fond way that Anael spoked of him. He wanted to ask if he loved him, but didn't want to risk asking an awkward question.

"And you want... me?" he asked. "Would he approve?"

"He told me to bring back anyone I wanted," Anael told him, and stroked his thumb over Alcuin's hand. "And you're so beautiful." He cupped his friend's face, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. "How could he not approve?"

Alcuin shivered.

"Okay," he said softly, and then met Anael's lips in a real kiss.

Anael stepped in more closely, meeting that kiss with equal parts love and desire. "Lovely," he murmured against Alcuin's lips, then smiled at him, and turned around to draw him backstage with the hand still holding his.

Robin was still on the bed, lazily stroking his cock, which was completely hard again. When he heard the door open, he looked up, and his brows arched up in surprise. But then his lips curved into a slow smile.

"Oh Anael," he purred. "When I give you a task you really do go all out, don't you?"

Alcuin, standing beside Anael in the doorway, looked down at the beautiful man on the bed, and... his absolutely enormous cock. He was actually speechless.

"Alcuin, meet Robin," Anael introduced them, after drawing the young man inside to click the door shut. "Robin, this is Alcuin." He stroked a comforting hand down Alcuin's back, then took his hand, and drew him towards the bed.

"I believe we've met briefly in the past," Robin said, letting go of his cock to sit up, not that he bothered to cover himself. He also was familiar enough with the young man's past. And Felix Harrowgate had mentioned him. And, of course, Robin had admired him from afar because, well, he did so enjoy beautiful things.

"Yes, it's nice to... see you again, Robin," Alcuin said, forcing his eyes up from his cock to his face. Then he turned his head to look at the man beside him, whom he knew as Hani. "Is Anael an endearment or a name?"

Oh, yes. Anael had not thought of that. "Both?" he offered with a smile. Not, actually, a lie. He drew Alcuin into a kiss, and held a hand out to Robin for him to stand up and join them. They would have to take both Alcuin's and his clothes off the normal way.

Robin wondered what name Anael was going by, but the young man didn't seem terribly concerned, so he got up when Anael held out his hand. He moved so that Alcuin was between them, and as the two of them kiss, Robin bent his head to kiss the young man's neck.

"And so you want to join us?" he asked Alcuin quietly against his ear, wanting to hear him say it.

Alcuin didn't really care about names at all, no, and found that he liked "Anael" anyway. And he really liked this kiss. And liked it more when someone else's lips were on his neck. He made a little whimpering sound. And then when Robin asked his question Alcuin managed to say breathlessly, "Yes. Yes, I'd like it very much."

Anael smiled at the sound of Alcuin's voice, and reached for the young man's top to push it up. "We're wearing far too many clothes, I think."

Robin watched as Anael pushed the young man's shirt off and to the floor. Just as expected: pale, well formed. Some scars that were more surprising, but desire was too distracting to think much of them.

He moved so that he was more behind Alcuin, and kissed the back of his neck, then slid a hand down his bare side, and slipped it inside the front of his trousers, down far enough to cup his groin over his underwear.

Alcuin gasped, and then made another little whimpering sound. For right now, he was just allowing himself to feel everything they were doing to him... and it all felt very, very good.

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