Cupidity chapter nineteen
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The food came on a trolley, covered in silver domes. The waiter set out the dining table with a sparkling white cloth, crystal glasses, silver cutlery and a vase with two heavy-headed yellow roses. Champagne sat in a silver bucket that the waiter placed on its own stand, like it was so expensive it couldn't be put on the table like normal bottles. Maybe that was true. The waiter shot them a single dark look as he left. Angel was still wearing his towel.
"Would you like to dine at the table?" Robin said.
"What? No way."
They ate sitting on the bed, naked. Angel got cheesecake on the sheets. The champagne was sharp and yet rich on his tongue, sort of buttery. He drank the first glass in one long gulp, and when a thin stream of it slipped from his mouth and trickled down his throat, he saw how closely Robin was watching. He drank another glass straight down after the first.
"Do you always do things to extremes?" Robin said.
"You mean like answer random ads on craigslist about selling my soul? I dunno. Do you?"
Robin leaned closer. "I'd be like you if I could," he said, quietly.
Angel swallowed. The way Robin looked at him made something in his chest tighten up. He drank the champagne that Robin tipped into his glass. "Like me how?"
"Uncomplicated."
Angel shook his head. "No way. You don't get special complicated points for your fairy weird-ass-ness," he said, loudly. He paused, and thought he might be a little drunk. "I'm plenty complicated, man. You try growing up as a gay Mormon."
Robin's eyes were so green, like bottle glass. Angel sighed a little and leaned in and kissed him, tasting the sweetness on his tongue. Robin took his glass and smothered his vague protests with more kisses. Night was coming on, he could see the sky darkening outside and, right at that moment, Angel couldn't remember how long they'd been here. It seemed like weeks. It all seemed so straightforward, for just this moment: eat, drink, and fuck. It was basic human stuff.
"I want you," Robin murmured. He was hard again, rubbing it on Angel's stomach, and Angel noticed quite suddenly how the room was filled with the sharp sounds of their breathing. He was sweating and hard.
Robin smiled a slow dark smile and took Angel's wrists and pinned them over his head, sinking them into the pile of pillows. Angel tugged, and they held firm. "I want to be inside you all night," Robin said. "Should I ask, or should I just take you whenever I like?"
"Oh god," Angel moaned, his face heating. "You-- You can't--"
The tips of Robin's hair brushed Angel's cheek as he whispered in Angel's ear. "You don't like nice, do you?"
That softly mocking tone made him sound like just like Rose, and that was-- It should be terrifying. It kind of was. But he was so turned on that he thought he'd do anything, say anything just for Robin not to stop. Angel shivered and turned his head on the pillow, so he could see Robin's expression. He needed to see his eyes.
"Okay," he said. The words were almost muffled by his shoulder. "Whenever you like."
Robin moaned very softly and pressed his face to Angel's neck, damp mouth to his ear. "I won't hurt you," he whispered. "Ever. Turn over."
It didn't stop. It was kind of trippy what his body could do, he thought dimly, after his third orgasm. Robin was still buried inside him, still hard, just moving a little. He was sucking at Angel's neck, and Angel's skin was slick all over with sweat. Robin was moaning with each tiny thrust, and he sounded so hot for it, so on the edge.
"Angel," Robin whispered. He was hardly moving. He stroked Angel's back in a long possessive sweep to the base of his spine. His palm was burning hot. "Do you want more?"
"I want to feel you come," Angel mumbled. "Please."
Robin moaned and slid in deep and hard, fucking him in fast smooth strokes. Angel lay boneless and panting and face down, letting Robin flatten him to the bed and wrap his arms round him.
He licked over the bites on Angel's neck and pressed his face there. "If I do, can I have you again?" he whispered. "And again?"
"Oh, god. You can't be serious."
"What if I am?"
"Yeah," Angel moaned. "Fuck. As much as you want. Do it."
Robin's breath hitched, and he shoved in so hard Angel felt the bed rock with it. "Can you come again?" he asked.
"Not unless you've got--some magic fairy cock dust. Jesus, fuck, it feels good. Oh..."
Robin moaned again, softly, and shoved in just as hard as before, and again, and again. He came with his mouth sealed to Angel's neck, holding him tight, body stiff and shaking.
Robin's breathing even out slowly. He lay over Angel's back, a solid, comforting weight. His hand stroked Angel's side.
"Really again?" Angel said, after a while.
Robin laughed quietly and kisses his hair. "No. Not right this second. Perhaps in the morning?"
Angel nodded and closed his eyes. Every part of him was limp. He didn't think he could manage a walk across the room right now. He was asleep before Robin even pulled out.
***
The morning light was very white, and totally brighter than it needed to be. Angel squinched his eyes tighter shut and wriggled down under his head was under the covers. There was something warm next to him. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Robin's thigh. When he did, he leaned his head against it.
A hand, presumably Robin's, tangled in his hair. Fingertips rubbed over his head lightly, in an absent sort of way. As his headache dissipated, Angel drifted off again.
When he woke for the second time, he could smell breakfast. Robin was still rubbing his head gently and only stopped when he struggled out of the covers and into a sitting position.
"There's toast," Robin said, not looking up from his book. "And. Other things." He waved the hand that had been in Angel's hair towards the large silver tray perched on disturbingly realistic bird feet.
There was toast, and fruit, and smoked salmon, and oatmeal, and strawberries and cream, and ham, and potatoes. Angel was surprised there was room for the vase with the orchids. He tried a small sliver of smoked salmon and then mixed a bunch in with the potatoes.
He leaned against Robin's side and munched. Robin put an arm around him. Angel peeked over at the book.
"That's not English."
"Well observed."
Angel poked him in the side and was happy to see him squirm. "Don't be a jerk, tell me what it is."
"It's one of Alberich's. The original text is Latin. His notes are in a much older language, a derivative of ancient Greek." Robin touched the paper, running a fingertip over the words. "Although, strangely there are some Norse elements in it too. Perhaps it's a relic of Eos's eclectic taste in all things, including lovers."
"So, Alberich's not the first?"
"I doubt it. She's twice as old as him."
Angel fell quiet, thinking about that. It made his brain hurt. "I don't wanna know how old they are, do I?"
"I don't know," Robin said. "Do you?"
Angel sat back a little. "How old are you?"
"Very old."
"Oh god. Like how?"
"Nearly thirty."
"Jesus." Angel shoved at him with his shoulder. "You really are a jerk." He watched Robin's profile for a little while longer. "Hey," he said, finally.
"Yes, Angel?"
"You're gonna do something about Rose, right?"
"Something?"
"To help her out?"
"Why should I? I went to a lot of trouble to curse her."
"Because you fucked her up good." He stared at Robin. "You can't just leave her like that. You can't."
The confused look on Robin's face made him slightly queasy. "She's a danger to you."
"Yeah. I'm well aware she's a psycho. That's no reason to-- to torture her."
"It was her own choice to activate that curse. She knew what it was."
"Doesn't matter. It's just not right. Can't you see that?"
Robin shook his head. "No."
"What would've happened to me if I'd taken that chain off myself?" Angel said. He'd been wanting to know for a while.
"I did instruct you not to," Robin said. His eyes glittered in the morning sun. He was warm and close. His breath smelled of coffee and he had circles under his eyes. Angel had an urge to punch him.
"Yeah, but that could be me right now, couldn't it? Shedding fucking dead leaves and whatever else it's doing to her. Going nuts."
"Possibly," Robin said. "But probably not."
"Probably? Damn."
"It was experimental," Robin said.
"Like that makes it better!"
"No, but-- " Robin touched his arm. He looked weirdly bewildered, like he'd never had to think about the consequences before. Maybe they hadn't occurred to him. "I didn't mean for it to hurt you."
Angel nodded and got up. He went over to the silver tray and drank a cup of coffee straight down, feeling it heat its way down his gullet. Through the tall windows, he could see the street below. It was busy with people all living their lives, oblivious to this. Robin kept glancing up, as if to check he was still there.
In the bathroom, Angel ran the shower long and hot. His muscles ached, even his stomach and his legs. He leaned against the bright blue tiles. He was going to be all right. Jenny had said. He clung onto that.
"Alberich was born a human in the fourteenth century," Robin said, when Angel walked into their room. "He changed himself, somehow."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"Because he could? I don't care. I'm actually more interested in how," Robin said.
"Uh. Why?" he said, abruptly picturing himself in a 500 year old suit and living with Robin in some damp dark wood.
Robin stared down at his book, then raised his chin and met Robin's eyes. "Perhaps it would be a way to end things. For Rose, I mean. If she were human, the curse might well be lifted. It could-- It would be a good thing to do."
"Yeah. It would."
"And she'd be easier to kill if things went wrong."
Small steps, thought Angel. "So, how do we change her fairy ass?"
"I have no idea. I'm going to have to ask Alberich." Robin shut the book with a snap and put it to one side. "But right now I'm having difficulty concentrating," and he looked right into Angel's eyes.
He was dressed only in Angel's t-shirt, and between his legs Angel could see his cock jutting up, already half hard. His hair was all tangled and sticking up from last night. He looked just like some normal guy. Some normal, incredibly horny dude.
"Hey," Angel said, feeling strangely unsure of himself.
"What?"
Angel let his towel fall. "You wanna come over here and practice your cock sucking?"
Robin opened his mouth a little, and Angel clearly saw his throat flex, long and slow. "Yes," he said.
He walked over, still in Angel's shirt, and knelt on the plush carpet. He rubbed his hands on Angel's thighs and rested his cheek against his hip. His breath came fast and hot on Angel's skin.
"I want you so much," he whispered, faint words muffled even more by Angel's skin. "I want all of you."
Angel touched his hair and watched him flick his pink tongue across Angel's cock. He took the base and guided himself into Robin's mouth. "You can," he said, watching him suck. "Yeah. All of me. Fuck, that's good. Stroke yourself."
Robin pressed close and moaned. It wasn't like last night. Robin was shaking almost straight away, making soft muffled noises with his mouth full. His hand moved fast and hard and he came with Angel spurting into his slack mouth.
Angel tugged him back to the bed and Robin twined himself close and tight, and they kissed, and dozed, and woke up again still kissing.
"You can still leave if you want," Robin said, against his mouth.
"Shut up," Angel said.
Later, after more food and more coffee, they showered and dressed and stepped out onto the street, because Robin said a change of scene would help them contemplate the eternal flow of time and space. Angel was only half convinced he was joking.
The bright daylight made Angel's eyes water. People streamed past, young couples, old couples, large sprawling groups of families and friends, women pushing huge sleek strollers, tourists, and then one guy in an weirdly old-fashioned suit and a young face that looked somehow dusty and old. No, ancient. He held a thin cane in one hand, whittled from fresh wood. His hair was dark and rough cut. The last place Angel had seen him was in his dreams.
The food came on a trolley, covered in silver domes. The waiter set out the dining table with a sparkling white cloth, crystal glasses, silver cutlery and a vase with two heavy-headed yellow roses. Champagne sat in a silver bucket that the waiter placed on its own stand, like it was so expensive it couldn't be put on the table like normal bottles. Maybe that was true. The waiter shot them a single dark look as he left. Angel was still wearing his towel.
"Would you like to dine at the table?" Robin said.
"What? No way."
They ate sitting on the bed, naked. Angel got cheesecake on the sheets. The champagne was sharp and yet rich on his tongue, sort of buttery. He drank the first glass in one long gulp, and when a thin stream of it slipped from his mouth and trickled down his throat, he saw how closely Robin was watching. He drank another glass straight down after the first.
"Do you always do things to extremes?" Robin said.
"You mean like answer random ads on craigslist about selling my soul? I dunno. Do you?"
Robin leaned closer. "I'd be like you if I could," he said, quietly.
Angel swallowed. The way Robin looked at him made something in his chest tighten up. He drank the champagne that Robin tipped into his glass. "Like me how?"
"Uncomplicated."
Angel shook his head. "No way. You don't get special complicated points for your fairy weird-ass-ness," he said, loudly. He paused, and thought he might be a little drunk. "I'm plenty complicated, man. You try growing up as a gay Mormon."
Robin's eyes were so green, like bottle glass. Angel sighed a little and leaned in and kissed him, tasting the sweetness on his tongue. Robin took his glass and smothered his vague protests with more kisses. Night was coming on, he could see the sky darkening outside and, right at that moment, Angel couldn't remember how long they'd been here. It seemed like weeks. It all seemed so straightforward, for just this moment: eat, drink, and fuck. It was basic human stuff.
"I want you," Robin murmured. He was hard again, rubbing it on Angel's stomach, and Angel noticed quite suddenly how the room was filled with the sharp sounds of their breathing. He was sweating and hard.
Robin smiled a slow dark smile and took Angel's wrists and pinned them over his head, sinking them into the pile of pillows. Angel tugged, and they held firm. "I want to be inside you all night," Robin said. "Should I ask, or should I just take you whenever I like?"
"Oh god," Angel moaned, his face heating. "You-- You can't--"
The tips of Robin's hair brushed Angel's cheek as he whispered in Angel's ear. "You don't like nice, do you?"
That softly mocking tone made him sound like just like Rose, and that was-- It should be terrifying. It kind of was. But he was so turned on that he thought he'd do anything, say anything just for Robin not to stop. Angel shivered and turned his head on the pillow, so he could see Robin's expression. He needed to see his eyes.
"Okay," he said. The words were almost muffled by his shoulder. "Whenever you like."
Robin moaned very softly and pressed his face to Angel's neck, damp mouth to his ear. "I won't hurt you," he whispered. "Ever. Turn over."
It didn't stop. It was kind of trippy what his body could do, he thought dimly, after his third orgasm. Robin was still buried inside him, still hard, just moving a little. He was sucking at Angel's neck, and Angel's skin was slick all over with sweat. Robin was moaning with each tiny thrust, and he sounded so hot for it, so on the edge.
"Angel," Robin whispered. He was hardly moving. He stroked Angel's back in a long possessive sweep to the base of his spine. His palm was burning hot. "Do you want more?"
"I want to feel you come," Angel mumbled. "Please."
Robin moaned and slid in deep and hard, fucking him in fast smooth strokes. Angel lay boneless and panting and face down, letting Robin flatten him to the bed and wrap his arms round him.
He licked over the bites on Angel's neck and pressed his face there. "If I do, can I have you again?" he whispered. "And again?"
"Oh, god. You can't be serious."
"What if I am?"
"Yeah," Angel moaned. "Fuck. As much as you want. Do it."
Robin's breath hitched, and he shoved in so hard Angel felt the bed rock with it. "Can you come again?" he asked.
"Not unless you've got--some magic fairy cock dust. Jesus, fuck, it feels good. Oh..."
Robin moaned again, softly, and shoved in just as hard as before, and again, and again. He came with his mouth sealed to Angel's neck, holding him tight, body stiff and shaking.
Robin's breathing even out slowly. He lay over Angel's back, a solid, comforting weight. His hand stroked Angel's side.
"Really again?" Angel said, after a while.
Robin laughed quietly and kisses his hair. "No. Not right this second. Perhaps in the morning?"
Angel nodded and closed his eyes. Every part of him was limp. He didn't think he could manage a walk across the room right now. He was asleep before Robin even pulled out.
***
The morning light was very white, and totally brighter than it needed to be. Angel squinched his eyes tighter shut and wriggled down under his head was under the covers. There was something warm next to him. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Robin's thigh. When he did, he leaned his head against it.
A hand, presumably Robin's, tangled in his hair. Fingertips rubbed over his head lightly, in an absent sort of way. As his headache dissipated, Angel drifted off again.
When he woke for the second time, he could smell breakfast. Robin was still rubbing his head gently and only stopped when he struggled out of the covers and into a sitting position.
"There's toast," Robin said, not looking up from his book. "And. Other things." He waved the hand that had been in Angel's hair towards the large silver tray perched on disturbingly realistic bird feet.
There was toast, and fruit, and smoked salmon, and oatmeal, and strawberries and cream, and ham, and potatoes. Angel was surprised there was room for the vase with the orchids. He tried a small sliver of smoked salmon and then mixed a bunch in with the potatoes.
He leaned against Robin's side and munched. Robin put an arm around him. Angel peeked over at the book.
"That's not English."
"Well observed."
Angel poked him in the side and was happy to see him squirm. "Don't be a jerk, tell me what it is."
"It's one of Alberich's. The original text is Latin. His notes are in a much older language, a derivative of ancient Greek." Robin touched the paper, running a fingertip over the words. "Although, strangely there are some Norse elements in it too. Perhaps it's a relic of Eos's eclectic taste in all things, including lovers."
"So, Alberich's not the first?"
"I doubt it. She's twice as old as him."
Angel fell quiet, thinking about that. It made his brain hurt. "I don't wanna know how old they are, do I?"
"I don't know," Robin said. "Do you?"
Angel sat back a little. "How old are you?"
"Very old."
"Oh god. Like how?"
"Nearly thirty."
"Jesus." Angel shoved at him with his shoulder. "You really are a jerk." He watched Robin's profile for a little while longer. "Hey," he said, finally.
"Yes, Angel?"
"You're gonna do something about Rose, right?"
"Something?"
"To help her out?"
"Why should I? I went to a lot of trouble to curse her."
"Because you fucked her up good." He stared at Robin. "You can't just leave her like that. You can't."
The confused look on Robin's face made him slightly queasy. "She's a danger to you."
"Yeah. I'm well aware she's a psycho. That's no reason to-- to torture her."
"It was her own choice to activate that curse. She knew what it was."
"Doesn't matter. It's just not right. Can't you see that?"
Robin shook his head. "No."
"What would've happened to me if I'd taken that chain off myself?" Angel said. He'd been wanting to know for a while.
"I did instruct you not to," Robin said. His eyes glittered in the morning sun. He was warm and close. His breath smelled of coffee and he had circles under his eyes. Angel had an urge to punch him.
"Yeah, but that could be me right now, couldn't it? Shedding fucking dead leaves and whatever else it's doing to her. Going nuts."
"Possibly," Robin said. "But probably not."
"Probably? Damn."
"It was experimental," Robin said.
"Like that makes it better!"
"No, but-- " Robin touched his arm. He looked weirdly bewildered, like he'd never had to think about the consequences before. Maybe they hadn't occurred to him. "I didn't mean for it to hurt you."
Angel nodded and got up. He went over to the silver tray and drank a cup of coffee straight down, feeling it heat its way down his gullet. Through the tall windows, he could see the street below. It was busy with people all living their lives, oblivious to this. Robin kept glancing up, as if to check he was still there.
In the bathroom, Angel ran the shower long and hot. His muscles ached, even his stomach and his legs. He leaned against the bright blue tiles. He was going to be all right. Jenny had said. He clung onto that.
"Alberich was born a human in the fourteenth century," Robin said, when Angel walked into their room. "He changed himself, somehow."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"Because he could? I don't care. I'm actually more interested in how," Robin said.
"Uh. Why?" he said, abruptly picturing himself in a 500 year old suit and living with Robin in some damp dark wood.
Robin stared down at his book, then raised his chin and met Robin's eyes. "Perhaps it would be a way to end things. For Rose, I mean. If she were human, the curse might well be lifted. It could-- It would be a good thing to do."
"Yeah. It would."
"And she'd be easier to kill if things went wrong."
Small steps, thought Angel. "So, how do we change her fairy ass?"
"I have no idea. I'm going to have to ask Alberich." Robin shut the book with a snap and put it to one side. "But right now I'm having difficulty concentrating," and he looked right into Angel's eyes.
He was dressed only in Angel's t-shirt, and between his legs Angel could see his cock jutting up, already half hard. His hair was all tangled and sticking up from last night. He looked just like some normal guy. Some normal, incredibly horny dude.
"Hey," Angel said, feeling strangely unsure of himself.
"What?"
Angel let his towel fall. "You wanna come over here and practice your cock sucking?"
Robin opened his mouth a little, and Angel clearly saw his throat flex, long and slow. "Yes," he said.
He walked over, still in Angel's shirt, and knelt on the plush carpet. He rubbed his hands on Angel's thighs and rested his cheek against his hip. His breath came fast and hot on Angel's skin.
"I want you so much," he whispered, faint words muffled even more by Angel's skin. "I want all of you."
Angel touched his hair and watched him flick his pink tongue across Angel's cock. He took the base and guided himself into Robin's mouth. "You can," he said, watching him suck. "Yeah. All of me. Fuck, that's good. Stroke yourself."
Robin pressed close and moaned. It wasn't like last night. Robin was shaking almost straight away, making soft muffled noises with his mouth full. His hand moved fast and hard and he came with Angel spurting into his slack mouth.
Angel tugged him back to the bed and Robin twined himself close and tight, and they kissed, and dozed, and woke up again still kissing.
"You can still leave if you want," Robin said, against his mouth.
"Shut up," Angel said.
Later, after more food and more coffee, they showered and dressed and stepped out onto the street, because Robin said a change of scene would help them contemplate the eternal flow of time and space. Angel was only half convinced he was joking.
The bright daylight made Angel's eyes water. People streamed past, young couples, old couples, large sprawling groups of families and friends, women pushing huge sleek strollers, tourists, and then one guy in an weirdly old-fashioned suit and a young face that looked somehow dusty and old. No, ancient. He held a thin cane in one hand, whittled from fresh wood. His hair was dark and rough cut. The last place Angel had seen him was in his dreams.
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Date: 2007-11-30 10:20 pm (UTC)But either way, it's still so wonderful and mysterious and god I love Robin because he's so Hakkai in that creepy way. Also this has probably been mentioned before but the role-switching with the whole halfbreed thing...that's pretty clever. =)
I'm dying to see what happens next!