curious_spells | Cupidity

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Chapter ten

Rose said something else, again in that language he couldn't understand, and for a second, he thought Robin would hit her. She smiled, and bowed a little, and stepped into the elevator.

Robin let out a shaky breath and pressed his palm flat against the closed doors. His fingers dug in until Angel thought the metal might give.

"Did you make a deal with her?" Robin asked. "Did you do anything she asked or told you to do?"

"No. Nothing. I promise."

"Good. That's good."

"How does she keep getting in here? She was watching me before I think, when I was asleep, and then I came back and she was just here, I didn't let her in, I swear." He gulped air and made himself stop talking.

Robin held out his hand and, when Angel took it, pulled him close and kissed him softly. "I know you didn't. It's all right. She has a key."

"Why? Who is she?"

"She's--a business associate."

Angel pressed himself still closer and breathed against Robin's neck. His heart was still beating about a zillion times a second. "She said stuff."

"I know."

Robin didn't say whether the stuff was true or not, and Angel didn't ask. Maybe later, when Robin wasn't holding onto him so tight, like maybe he'd been a little scared too.

"Your face," Angel said. He cleared his throat and straightened up. "Come on. I can clean it for you. She's probably got rabies or something." He pulled on Robin's hand, almost surprised when Robin let him lead him into his bathroom.

Robin sat on the edge of his ginormous bathtub, and on a whim, Angel started it running. Robin raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged.

"Ever had sex in a bathtub?"

Robin smiled very slightly and shook his head. He stayed still and didn't flinch while Angel cleaned the scratch on his face with soap and water and finally an antibiotic cream.

"You don't have any band-aids."

"I don't usually need them."

Angel put all the stuff back in the cabinet and thought. Either he could demand some of kind of explanation that Robin obviously didn't want to give, or he could keep quiet. It wouldn't do him any good, even if Robin did tell him some story. Either he'd be lying or not and how the hell would Angel know? He started taking off his clothes.

Robin made a faint, surprised noised and reached out to touch his bare chest. "This isn't what I was expecting."

"It's no fun doing what people expect."

Robin looked so serious. "That's true."

Water gurgled into the bath and the air was getting warm and damp. Angel unzipped his pants, shoved them down along with his underwear. He kicked them off.

"So, why don't you take your clothes off too?" he said.

Robin stood. He smoothed a hand over Angel's hip and around the back of his thigh. "I'd rather you did it for me," he said, watching Angel closely. His fingernails grazed Angel's skin and Angel shivered.

"Yeah. Sure." He undid the knot in Robin's tie. It was silky and a dark dull green. He slid it off and then pushed Robin's jacket off. It was Armani. Angel threw it onto the chair, where it slithered to the floor. He popped open the buttons on Robin's crisp white shirt and pulled it out of his waistband, then unbuckled his belt, feeling Robin's gaze on him all the while. The water sounded so loud.

"I should put some cold in," he said.

"The thermostat regulates the temperature to my preference."

"Oh."

He slid Robin's shirt off his shoulders, then knelt to untie his shoes. They looked new and unmarked, made from heavy black handstitched leather. He slipped them off and peeled Robin's socks off. His feet were narrow, and cold. His toenails were pale pink and cut perfectly straight. They looked almost glassy. Robin's fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him back up.

Angel ran his palm over the hard bulge in Robin's pants.

"So it gets you hard, being undressed? You like having your boytoy do this for you, yeah?"

"Yes," Robin said, not looking away for even a second.

Angel swallowed, then slid Robin's pants and underwear down and off. He threw them after the jacket and then wrapped his hand around Robin's hard cock. It pulsed in his palm and Robin drew in a sharp breath. His hands settled lightly on Angel's shoulders and his eyelids fluttered.

"You want me to wash you too? You too rich and powerful to do it yourself?"

A faint smile crept across Robin's lips. "Oh, yes," he said. "I am."

Angel let go and turned the water off. The tiles were beaded with moisture. "Get in," he said.

There was enough room for both of them to stretch out. There was enough room for a whole other person, to be fair. He climbed in behind Robin and pulled him back so that he leaned on Angel's chest, and heard Robin's faint sigh. He curled his arms around Robin's body and they stayed like that, not moving. Even in penthouse bathrooms the bath tap dripped, it turned out.

The tips of Robin's hair curled up from the damp. Undressed, the line of his neck and the bumps of his spine looked almost frail. Angel closed his eyes and pressed his mouth to the back of Robin's neck. He should ask. He needed to. Instead he reached for a flannel and one of the bottles of expensive soap.

He tipped some onto the flannel and washed Robin's chest, and his stomach, rinsing him off with water scooped up in his palm. He soaped his own hand and rubbed it over Robin's cock and down to his balls until Robin was breathing hard. Angel took his hand away, then tipped him forward and soaped his neck and his shoulders, moving down to the base of his spine. He washed under his arms and along each one to the tips if his fingers. He washed the soap off and pulled Robin back to lean on his chest again. He moved easily under Angel's careful hands, his body heavy.

He couldn't stop touching his slick smooth skin or pressing his mouth to the rapid pulse at Robin's throat. Robin let his head fall back against Angel's shoulder. His eyes were closed and his dark lashes stood out in a sooty curve against his skin. His upper lip was beaded with sweat. He was hard. Angel hardly dared breathe. He tightened his arms round Robin's waist.

"I'd wash the rest, but I can't reach," Angel said, in his ear. He didn't want to move.

"Just touch me," Robin said, not opening his eyes. "I've been waiting for so long."

Angel got a little more soap in his palm to make it easier, and reached down and carefully stroked him. The soft slap of the water against the sides of the tub and Robin's soft breaths were the only sound. He dug his nails into Angel's thigh and pushed his hips into Angel's touch. He drew in a sharp breath and shuddered when he came.

Angel rinsed them both off. They climbed out soon after, when the water got too cool.

"So, you want me to dry you too?" Angel said. Robin nodded, and watched him. He hadn't touched Angel once, not in the way that Angel wanted. He couldn't bring himself to ask for it though. He dried himself while Robin watched, squeezing water out of his hair. It was cold on his back.

"You're sleeping in my bed," Robin said.

"Okay," Angel said.

Robin lay close to him, not touching. Angel turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The things he wasn't asking seemed to build up all around them, like a physical thing. He couldn't make himself look at Robin in case they came spilling out in a huge mess.

"Who is she, really?" he said, after a long while.

He thought Robin was asleep. When he spoke Angel almost jumped.

"I've known her all my life. She's my-- well, a sort of guardian."

"Huh? But you look the same age."

"Appearances are deceptive, especially with Rose."

"What, you mean there's serious botox abuse?"

Robin didn't answer that. Instead he turned towards and Angel and stroked a hand down Angel's side.

"You should sleep," he whispered. "You're tired."

He hadn't thought he was, but he felt his eyes shutting almost immediately.

He was dreaming again. He was on his face, legs spread and hips raised. Robin was on top of him, cock buried in his ass, fucking him so hard that Angel rocked forward with each thrust.

"Robin," he moaned, and his voice was slow and thick. The darkness seemed sticky and colors moved in front of his eyes. He tried to move but Robin pinned him, both hands on his shoulders. Between his stomach and the sheets his cock was hard and leaking.

"Sleep," Robin said. His hips were moving fast and his cock felt huge, stretching him wide open with every thrust. Angel was slick with lube, so wet that he hardly felt the friction, just the heat and thick flesh rubbing inside him. He tried to arch back but he couldn't move.

Robin moaned into the room, long and loud, and the sound of it drove a shiver down Angel's spine. He leaned down and bit at Angel's neck, teeth sharp just like before. This was a dream, it must be, but it felt so real.

"You're mine," Robin said, his breath damp and hot on Angel's skin. He was breathing so hard that the words snarled from his lips. "You're not leaving me." His fucking got harder, with no care for Angel's comfort, and his nails scratched Angel's skin. "Ever. Ever. You belong to me."

Angel couldn't think. He knew he was making noises into the pillow. He wanted to tell Robin that this wasn't right, that something was wrong. Robin's hand slid into his hair and tightened. Even in his dream he could feel the sharp sting of it. Robin shifted his hips and sank in deeper, groaning.

"I'm not a good person, Angel," he said, against Angel's ear. "You should remember that."

***

Angel woke and for a few moments he had no idea where he was. The scent of coffee drifted through the door. Robin's half of the bed was empty, but Angel could hear him somewhere, talking on the phone. Angel sat up, shaking his head. His neck was sore. He touched it, then remembered the dream. If it was a dream. He rolled out of bed and went over to the door that led to Robin's office. It was open a little, and he could see Robin sitting at his desk. He was already dressed, as neat and as perfect in every detail as Rose. Angel backed away.

"Yes," Robin was saying. "Yes. I see. But-- No. I'm not arguing. Yes."

Whatever else had happened, Rose was real and Robin hadn't even tried to deny what she'd said. Angel sat on the bed and rubbed at his aching head. He was in deep shit. He closed his eyes and tried not to let his imagination run riot. It could be the Mafia, it could be people smuggling. Fuck.

He remembered Robin's voice telling he wasn't a good person. Dream or not, he thought that might just be true. His ass ached, too. Not bad, but a lot like he'd gotten fucked last night. He could leave, he thought. He could just go. He could even take the diamonds. A guy who didn't flinch at half a million wouldn't care about a stupid pair of earrings.

The murmur of Robin's voice from the other room faded, and Angel heard the beep as the call was disconnected. He crept to the door again and looked through. Robin was leaning over his desk, face in his hands. He looked up before Angel could move, and held out his hand.

Angel went to him like he hadn't just been thinking about drug trafficking and sex slaves and fuck knows what else. Robin pulled him into his lap and breathed deeply against his hair.

"Would you like to go on a trip?" Robin asked.

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Where?"

"Anywhere you like." He smiled a little. "Except Chicago. I've just been."

"Are we doing this to get away from Rose?"

Robin looked at him for a long time. Angel refused to look away. "Yes," Robin said, finally, and it sounded like a lie.

Leave, Angel thought to himself. Just get your stuff and go. Robin stroked his bare stomach and thigh gently, and kissed his neck. Angel closed his eyes. "Could we go to Europe?" he said. "Or--or somewhere with a beach?"

"How about somewhere in Europe with a beach?"

An hour later, they were on a private jet. Robin had barely given him time to pack more than a toothbrush and a change of underwear. "We'll buy you some new things," he'd said. Angel had his kit bag, his five grand, and his own odds and ends. He figured he could ditch Robin in Europe as easily as in New York.