Cupidity chapter twenty six
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"So, thanks," Jenny said.
"For what?" said Robin.
Her shoulders were drooping and her skin looked gray, even though she'd wolfed down two bowls of pasta and a piece of heavy sticky sponge cake. It must be the pay-off for whatever she'd done to Rose, Angel guessed. They were sitting in her bar. Angel had had four brandies and was starting to wonder if curling up right here under the table would be allowed.
"Nothing. I was being sarcastic." She was rubbing her thumb over Robin's palm. "You get me in the good books of the fairy queen and now she's my new best friend," she pointed out, giving them a glowering look.
"I'm sure I didn't do it on purpose," Robin said. "It's hardly my fault if she's drawn to you."
"Yeah," Angel said. "It's your fault for being a witch. I mean. Kind of."
She scowled at them, then let go of Robin's wrist. She was silent, looking down at the table.
"What is it?" Angel said, finally.
"Nothing," Jenny said, looking at Robin. She drew in a breath and smoothed her palms together. "There's nothing bad there. Well, not very bad. I think it used to be a lot worse."
"Are all your fortunes like this?" Angel said. "Because you might want to rethink them."
"What do you want me to say? You're going to get married and get a house in the country? Well, you might," she said, with a faint smirk, but it faded quickly. She stared down at the crumbs of her cake as if they held the answer to something. "I hope you do," she said, finally.
Robin folded his arms across his chest and bit his lip. He flicked a glance at Angel. Angel stared down into his glass, seeing glints of fire in the golden swirl of the brandy. It was easier than meeting Robin's eyes.
"I haven't changed," he said, because it seemed important to say that out loud. "I'm still that same."
Jenny touched his hand. "That's not true."
Angel swallowed down a mouthful of his drink, and it burned down his throat. "So what do I do about it?"
Jenny shrugged and finished her brandy. She put it on the table with finality. "Go home. Live your life. You'll be fine."
He still couldn't quite bear to look at Robin. He had no idea what any of that meant, now. Everything was different.
"Angel," Robin said, and the hesitancy there prickled on Angel's skin.
"Yeah, sure," Angel said. "Let's go."
Jenny kissed Angel on the cheek and shook Robin's hand. Already, a couple were edging forward to speak to her, looking hopeful.
"What are you going to do?" Robin asked her.
"I'm staying here," Jenny said. "I've got horribly vague fortunes to tell, among other things."
Out on the street the air was mild and full of confusing scents, of bars and people and life. It was noisy too. Well dressed people wandered past, and no one was dripping blood or was made of shadow or had feathers stuck all over them. Robin stood close by, and finally Angel met his eyes. Robin smiled at him, only it didn't look very convincing.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"We could go home tomorrow, if you'd like that?"
Angel nodded and something unknotted itself in his chest. "Yeah," he said. "It's good with me." There wasn't anything else for him to do.
The hotel had a new doorman. A detective in a crumpled black suit wanted to question them about the shocking murder. The lying was almost the worst thing, Angel thought. No, they knew nothing, they said, cobbling together their answers using English and fragments of the odd slurring Spanish they spoke here.
They fell asleep together in the huge bed, too tired to hardly even touch. Angel woke twelve hours later, swimming up from sleep to see the morning sun gleaming through the pale curtains, and to find Robin curled up against him, his dark head tucked against Angel's chest. He was breathing deep and slow. One of his hands was on Angel's waist and the other wedged between them.
"Hey," Angel whispered, feeling silly, because Robin was still asleep.
He cupped the back of Robin's head, stroking the delicate curve of his skull. His hair was soft, a little longer now than when they left New York. The spiky tips of it were growing over his ears and down his neck. He had a faint trace of stubble on his cheek. He was clearly one of those guys who grew nothing but a few straggly hairs. Angel traced a finger along the sharp line of his jaw. Robin had sweeping pretty girl-lashes as dark as his hair, a long narrow nose, soft lips that were slightly parted in sleep.
Across his forehead there was a frown line that sleep hadn't smoothed away. It deepened for a moment, until Angel stroked over his temple, tracing lightly with a fingertip. Robin let out a sigh, and the line faded.
Half asleep again, drifting, Angel could feel the bright edges of something in his mind, if he looked. He didn't know what it was, but he thought that right now that didn't matter. He ran his hands over Robin's skin, loving the smoothness at the base of his spine, the slight coolness of his thighs and ass and the warmth of his stomach. It began to get him hard, just touching him like this. It was good, but he was too exhausted to do anything about it, and anyhow Robin needed his rest.
He kissed Robin's cheek and Robin made a soft sleepy noise and moved closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his sleep. Angel was more than happy to give it him.
Later that day, a car took them to the airport where the private jet was waiting. Robin was dressed in a new dark suit, sharply cut and perfect. He looked as polished as Rose ever had, apart from his slightly unruly hair. He hadn't said much to Angel, and they had touched hardly at all since they'd woken. They flew back through the night, with dawn chasing them all the way.
Marco was waiting for them at JFK and Angel felt like hugging him, just because he was alive and not eaten by Rose. He drove them silently back to the city. Robin stared out of the dark tinted window at the city, and Angel wondered what was going on in his head. Angel wasn't going to ask, because he didn't even know what was going on in his own.
The apartment was exactly as they'd left it, apart from a note from Mrs Benoit saying that the vacuum cleaner needed replacing and the waterfall had a faulty nozzle and had been switched off in Robin's absence. The place echoed with their footsteps.
Angel put his kit bag down on the floor and shivered in the cool air. This wasn't home, he knew that much. He wished for a moment it was even as familiar as Alberich's mound or Eos's woods. He kind of knew where he was there, at least, and what to expect.
"This is strange for you, I know," Robin said, softly.
"Yeah. For you too," said Angel, and saw Robin's small nod.
He moved to the kitchen. There was food in the refrigerator, all freshly stocked by Mrs Benoit, probably. He switched on the gleaming silver coffee machine and filled its water tank. Then he began began opening cupboards and drawers. He found cups, fine white china ones with a silver rim, and then a packet of coffee beans. Not the cat crap coffee, he was relieved to see.
"What are you doing?" Robin said, coming up behind him.
"Trying to get this thing to work," Angel said, stabbing at the buttons. One of them blinked at him, a bright emerald green. "There's no point in having it if it you can't use it."
"We could go out for coffee. You don't have to make it."
"I want to make it," Angel said.
Maybe there was something in his voice, because Robin backed off. The machine spat steam at him and he spilled coffee beans on the counter. His brain hurt. He wanted to sleep again, and for a long time.
Robin was sitting on the sofa, gazing that the huge blank TV. He looked sort of lost, sitting among all this stuff he owned and didn't care about. Angel gave him a cup of coffee and sat next to him.
"What would you like to do now?" Robin said, after a long time.
"I dunno," Angel said. The coffee wasn't helping. It was actually having a reverse effect, and now his eyes ached. "Sleep more?"
Robin nodded. "I should go into work at some point," he said.
Angel drank more coffee and thought about that. "You mean you actually have a job? Like a real job?"
"Yes," Robin said, with a frown. "Of course. I said. Logistics and brokering."
"I kind of thought that was like a euphemism for--" They hadn't talked about any of it since they were last with Jenny. Being here, it seemed unreal and Angel didn't even know if he should bring it up. "For what you did for your mother," Angel finished.
"Oh. I see. No." Robin looked down at his cup. "Quite early on I found that it helped me to have something real to do."
"Do they know you had another job?"
"No," Robin said, and smiled. "They think I'm the son of a gold mining magnate."
"I suppose that's not far from the truth."
"Not far. But not close."
Angel stared down into the dark dregs of his coffee. "What's going to happen to them now?" he said. "I mean, your mom's human and stuff."
"Do you think I shouldn't have left her?" Robin said, very quietly.
"I-- God, I don't know," Angel said. At the far end of the apartment, sun fell through the huge windows. He thought of the rain and wind buffeting through Rose's tower. "Maybe, maybe not."
"She might be happier now," Robin said, and it was almost a question.
"Yeah. Now she's free."
Robin nodded quickly and then drew a shuddery breath. "I can't do anything to help them." He dropped his cup, or rather he let it fall. It cracked into two and coffee splashed across the floor. "I don't want to. I can't." His voice broke on the last word.
Angel caught him by the hand and pulled him up. Robin came, and Angel put his arms around Robin's neck.
"It's okay," he said.
"No-- "
"Shut up. It's really okay. It is. Don't argue."
Robin leaned against him and sighed against his neck. He raised both hands and stroked Angel's hair and pressed closer.
"You can do anything you like," Robin said, close to his ear. "Go anywhere, buy anything you want."
Angel drew back a little. "Hey, no. It's okay. I mean, what about the--the money?"
"I want you to be happy," Robin said. "The money's not important." He bit his lip and gave Angel an anxious look. "I have quite a lot, still. Enough for us."
Angel shook his head. "I don't want your money."
Robin wrapped both arms round his neck and clung on. He tightened his arms convulsively once, then drew away.
"I should shower," he said.
Angel caught his arm, pulling him back. "No, don't," he said, watching Robin's eyes widen. "Not yet."
Angel leaned in and kissed him, feeling the faint tremble of Robin's hands on his shoulders. He put his hands on Robin's hips and walked him backwards, their mouths joined, until they pushed through the door into Robin's room.
"Angel," Robin said, his voice hot.
"Lie down," Angel said, and Robin just did, like he'd do anything Angel asked.
Behind them he could sense the dark and glowering expanse of the picture. He stared down into Robin's eyes instead, and they were as green as any forest he'd ever seen. He traced the fine line of Robin's jaw and his mouth and the long curve of his brow. There was something wild in Robin's face, something of his mother.
"I want this," Angel said, quietly.
"I know."
He stripped Robin out of his suit, tearing his shirt around the buttons, and threw off his own clothes and then stretched out beside him, letting his hands map the slight curves and flat planes of Robin's chest and stomach and thighs. Robin turned towards him, pressing his face to Angel's neck. Angel hooked an arm round his narrow shoulders and drew him in close.
"Oh, god," Robin breathed. "Oh, god. Please."
"Please what?" Angel said, sliding his hand between them and stroking Robin's cock with quick tight strokes, squeezing too hard and fast, he knew that. Robin arched up hard, gasping as Angel found his mouth again. He dug his nails into Angel's back, harder when Angel rolled on top of him and nudged his legs apart, settling his weight between them.
"Angel," Robin whispered and then moaned faintly as Angel cupped his jaw and slid his tongue into his mouth. His lips were soft and a little wet, his mouth warm. He was trembling, making little convulsive shudders. "Angel," he whispered again. He drew his knees apart so that the smooth warm skin of his inner thighs slid against Angel's legs. "I just want-- " He paused, his voice grown small.
"Yeah, I think I know what you want," Angel said, and kissed him again, listening to the small needy sound that Robin made. Then he reached over and tore open the drawer of the bedside table, fumbling with the little blue and silver bottle. He squeeze some on his fingers and knelt between Robin's thighs, curled over him so he could kiss him and feel his moans as he slid one finger inside him. Robin was so hot inside that it felt almost unreal, burning heat and silky smooth tightness as he moaned and twisted against Angel's finger, sinking himself onto it.
"Please, give me more," he said, in a shuddering breathy voice.
"Yeah," Angel whispered. He pressed his forehead to Robin's chest and sucked at his nipple, then licked his way blindly up, biting at his collarbone and sucking at the taut line of his neck. He stopped when he got to Robin's mouth and pulled back. He needed to look at him.
Robin clutched at his shoulder and whimpered and stroked himself with one hand, his teeth sinking into his red and swollen lower lip. Angel worked his fingers in and out, watching the way it made Robin tilt his hips and spread his legs. The tip of his pink tongue ran across the edge of his teeth, and his eyes fluttered closed.
He didn't have to ask Robin to turn over. He did it himself, with a dark and burning look over his shoulder. He arched his back, spreading himself a little and Angel almost had to take his hands away and cover his eyes and just breathe.
"God, you're beautiful," Angel said, and he felt it as much as he had with Eos. More, even. Much more.
He kissed down Robin's spine and licked at the knobs of bone just under his skin. He pushed his fingers in again and watched Robin's body tighten around them, watched his back arch and his head dip down towards the sheets. Even the curve of his back was so perfect Angel felt like he could just look, for quite a long time. But Robin was making small, impatient noises, and Angel could hear the rush of his breath and the rustle of tiny movements against the sheets.
He shifted closer and touched Robin's thighs. They were shaking, just a little. He swallowed hard and wished he could see Robin’s face right now. Or maybe it was better that he couldn’t. This already felt like almost too much.
"You let anyone do this before?" he said, running his fingers across the shallow dip at the base of his spine and then lower, gliding on damp skin.
"No."
The word was small and muffled and it made Angel lean down and press more kisses to his back. He let himself rest there a moment, letting Robin take his weight. "Not even in that fancy boarding school, huh?"
Robin shook his head and pressed back against him. "Rose-- She didn't allow me to-- "
He stopped, his voice choked.
"It's okay," Angel said.
Robin took his hand and laced their fingers together. He pulled them up to his mouth and kissed Angel's knuckles. "Please," he said. "Hurry."
Angel pressed his face to Robin's back and licked his skin, tasting the faint salt there. He rocked his hips a little, feeling the smooth glide of his cock between the hot cleft of Robin's cheeks. He let his teeth come together gently around his skin.
"You're pretty impatient," Angel whispered. His face was flushed and heated. He wanted to be inside him, fucking him until he screamed. He wanted to wait and to draw it out, or for it never to end. Blood rushed in his ears and he groaned. This was crazy and too intense. He reached under Robin's stomach and got his hand on his dick. The skin there was so smooth it felt unreal. He ran his palm along the length of it, loving the heat.
Robin braced his arms and pushed back hard against him, almost writhing. "Don't make me wait," he said. "Do it."
"Jesus, okay. Okay."
He got more slick and drenched himself in it until Robin was making tight impatient little moans. He pressed Robin to the bed and eased in, going as slow as he could. It was still too fast, and he could feel it when Robin clenched tight and winced. His fingers twisted into the sheets and he gasped. Angel braced his arms and made himself stop, closing his eyes. In the blood red there he could see stars and trees and shadows. He shook his head, banished the images and pressed soft kisses to Robin's shoulder.
They stayed almost still for long breathless minutes, until Robin moved his hips, rocking back a little, then further, taking in more. Angel could see the sharp curve of his cheek and the sweep of his eyelashes. He fixed his gaze on them and concentrated on not coming right then.
"This is good," Robin whispered.
"Yeah, it is," Angel said. He fumbled for more slick and let it dribble down between them, then let himself settle on Robin's back. He tucked his face against Robin's neck and they lay still, hardly moving, but moving enough. It was almost unbearably sweet and good. He wrapped his arms round Robin's chest and held him tight. "You gonna last all night like this?" he asked.
"Oh, no," Robin said. "No."
"Me either."
He thought actually that they might do this for hours, just stay joined together. They could, if they wanted. He was sure of it, until Robin moved under him, spreading his thighs so that Angel shifted, his cock so slicked that he sank in deep and hard.
"Fuck," he said. His hips shoved forward without him even thinking, pulling out and thrusting back in, making Robin clench tight around him and moan out loud, high and half strangled. Angel did it again, faster. It was too good. He knelt back and got his hands on Robin's shoulders and eased him close. Robin's toes curled.
"You okay?" Angel gasped.
"Mnh," and a frantic nod. Robin's face was flushed pink and it made him look so pretty. "Go on."
"Okay, yeah."
Soft, panted words between them that hardly meant anything, but they held a weight that Angel couldn't even begin to think about now. He gripped Robin's hips tight and held him steady as he thrust in and out. Robin balanced awkwardly on one elbow and stroked himself with his other hand, snatching glances over his shoulder at Angel. His lips moved, making soft incoherent sounds with each thrust. Dark strands of hair were plastered to his forehead and his temples and the back of his neck.
It was that dark and hungry look in Robin's eyes that got to him most, even more than the feel of his body. Angel thrust harder and moaned and came far too soon, his whole body shaking from the force of it. He couldn't hold back, not even for a second. It didn't matter though, because Robin's head dipped and he sounded like he was almost sobbing as he clenched tight and came.
They didn't move for a long time afterwards, except to rearrange themselves. Robin curled up on Angel's chest, and Angel stroked his hair. They both gazed at the painting.
"I can get rid of it," Robin said, into the silence.
"No," Angel said. "Don't. I don't mind it."
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"So, thanks," Jenny said.
"For what?" said Robin.
Her shoulders were drooping and her skin looked gray, even though she'd wolfed down two bowls of pasta and a piece of heavy sticky sponge cake. It must be the pay-off for whatever she'd done to Rose, Angel guessed. They were sitting in her bar. Angel had had four brandies and was starting to wonder if curling up right here under the table would be allowed.
"Nothing. I was being sarcastic." She was rubbing her thumb over Robin's palm. "You get me in the good books of the fairy queen and now she's my new best friend," she pointed out, giving them a glowering look.
"I'm sure I didn't do it on purpose," Robin said. "It's hardly my fault if she's drawn to you."
"Yeah," Angel said. "It's your fault for being a witch. I mean. Kind of."
She scowled at them, then let go of Robin's wrist. She was silent, looking down at the table.
"What is it?" Angel said, finally.
"Nothing," Jenny said, looking at Robin. She drew in a breath and smoothed her palms together. "There's nothing bad there. Well, not very bad. I think it used to be a lot worse."
"Are all your fortunes like this?" Angel said. "Because you might want to rethink them."
"What do you want me to say? You're going to get married and get a house in the country? Well, you might," she said, with a faint smirk, but it faded quickly. She stared down at the crumbs of her cake as if they held the answer to something. "I hope you do," she said, finally.
Robin folded his arms across his chest and bit his lip. He flicked a glance at Angel. Angel stared down into his glass, seeing glints of fire in the golden swirl of the brandy. It was easier than meeting Robin's eyes.
"I haven't changed," he said, because it seemed important to say that out loud. "I'm still that same."
Jenny touched his hand. "That's not true."
Angel swallowed down a mouthful of his drink, and it burned down his throat. "So what do I do about it?"
Jenny shrugged and finished her brandy. She put it on the table with finality. "Go home. Live your life. You'll be fine."
He still couldn't quite bear to look at Robin. He had no idea what any of that meant, now. Everything was different.
"Angel," Robin said, and the hesitancy there prickled on Angel's skin.
"Yeah, sure," Angel said. "Let's go."
Jenny kissed Angel on the cheek and shook Robin's hand. Already, a couple were edging forward to speak to her, looking hopeful.
"What are you going to do?" Robin asked her.
"I'm staying here," Jenny said. "I've got horribly vague fortunes to tell, among other things."
Out on the street the air was mild and full of confusing scents, of bars and people and life. It was noisy too. Well dressed people wandered past, and no one was dripping blood or was made of shadow or had feathers stuck all over them. Robin stood close by, and finally Angel met his eyes. Robin smiled at him, only it didn't look very convincing.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"We could go home tomorrow, if you'd like that?"
Angel nodded and something unknotted itself in his chest. "Yeah," he said. "It's good with me." There wasn't anything else for him to do.
The hotel had a new doorman. A detective in a crumpled black suit wanted to question them about the shocking murder. The lying was almost the worst thing, Angel thought. No, they knew nothing, they said, cobbling together their answers using English and fragments of the odd slurring Spanish they spoke here.
They fell asleep together in the huge bed, too tired to hardly even touch. Angel woke twelve hours later, swimming up from sleep to see the morning sun gleaming through the pale curtains, and to find Robin curled up against him, his dark head tucked against Angel's chest. He was breathing deep and slow. One of his hands was on Angel's waist and the other wedged between them.
"Hey," Angel whispered, feeling silly, because Robin was still asleep.
He cupped the back of Robin's head, stroking the delicate curve of his skull. His hair was soft, a little longer now than when they left New York. The spiky tips of it were growing over his ears and down his neck. He had a faint trace of stubble on his cheek. He was clearly one of those guys who grew nothing but a few straggly hairs. Angel traced a finger along the sharp line of his jaw. Robin had sweeping pretty girl-lashes as dark as his hair, a long narrow nose, soft lips that were slightly parted in sleep.
Across his forehead there was a frown line that sleep hadn't smoothed away. It deepened for a moment, until Angel stroked over his temple, tracing lightly with a fingertip. Robin let out a sigh, and the line faded.
Half asleep again, drifting, Angel could feel the bright edges of something in his mind, if he looked. He didn't know what it was, but he thought that right now that didn't matter. He ran his hands over Robin's skin, loving the smoothness at the base of his spine, the slight coolness of his thighs and ass and the warmth of his stomach. It began to get him hard, just touching him like this. It was good, but he was too exhausted to do anything about it, and anyhow Robin needed his rest.
He kissed Robin's cheek and Robin made a soft sleepy noise and moved closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his sleep. Angel was more than happy to give it him.
Later that day, a car took them to the airport where the private jet was waiting. Robin was dressed in a new dark suit, sharply cut and perfect. He looked as polished as Rose ever had, apart from his slightly unruly hair. He hadn't said much to Angel, and they had touched hardly at all since they'd woken. They flew back through the night, with dawn chasing them all the way.
Marco was waiting for them at JFK and Angel felt like hugging him, just because he was alive and not eaten by Rose. He drove them silently back to the city. Robin stared out of the dark tinted window at the city, and Angel wondered what was going on in his head. Angel wasn't going to ask, because he didn't even know what was going on in his own.
The apartment was exactly as they'd left it, apart from a note from Mrs Benoit saying that the vacuum cleaner needed replacing and the waterfall had a faulty nozzle and had been switched off in Robin's absence. The place echoed with their footsteps.
Angel put his kit bag down on the floor and shivered in the cool air. This wasn't home, he knew that much. He wished for a moment it was even as familiar as Alberich's mound or Eos's woods. He kind of knew where he was there, at least, and what to expect.
"This is strange for you, I know," Robin said, softly.
"Yeah. For you too," said Angel, and saw Robin's small nod.
He moved to the kitchen. There was food in the refrigerator, all freshly stocked by Mrs Benoit, probably. He switched on the gleaming silver coffee machine and filled its water tank. Then he began began opening cupboards and drawers. He found cups, fine white china ones with a silver rim, and then a packet of coffee beans. Not the cat crap coffee, he was relieved to see.
"What are you doing?" Robin said, coming up behind him.
"Trying to get this thing to work," Angel said, stabbing at the buttons. One of them blinked at him, a bright emerald green. "There's no point in having it if it you can't use it."
"We could go out for coffee. You don't have to make it."
"I want to make it," Angel said.
Maybe there was something in his voice, because Robin backed off. The machine spat steam at him and he spilled coffee beans on the counter. His brain hurt. He wanted to sleep again, and for a long time.
Robin was sitting on the sofa, gazing that the huge blank TV. He looked sort of lost, sitting among all this stuff he owned and didn't care about. Angel gave him a cup of coffee and sat next to him.
"What would you like to do now?" Robin said, after a long time.
"I dunno," Angel said. The coffee wasn't helping. It was actually having a reverse effect, and now his eyes ached. "Sleep more?"
Robin nodded. "I should go into work at some point," he said.
Angel drank more coffee and thought about that. "You mean you actually have a job? Like a real job?"
"Yes," Robin said, with a frown. "Of course. I said. Logistics and brokering."
"I kind of thought that was like a euphemism for--" They hadn't talked about any of it since they were last with Jenny. Being here, it seemed unreal and Angel didn't even know if he should bring it up. "For what you did for your mother," Angel finished.
"Oh. I see. No." Robin looked down at his cup. "Quite early on I found that it helped me to have something real to do."
"Do they know you had another job?"
"No," Robin said, and smiled. "They think I'm the son of a gold mining magnate."
"I suppose that's not far from the truth."
"Not far. But not close."
Angel stared down into the dark dregs of his coffee. "What's going to happen to them now?" he said. "I mean, your mom's human and stuff."
"Do you think I shouldn't have left her?" Robin said, very quietly.
"I-- God, I don't know," Angel said. At the far end of the apartment, sun fell through the huge windows. He thought of the rain and wind buffeting through Rose's tower. "Maybe, maybe not."
"She might be happier now," Robin said, and it was almost a question.
"Yeah. Now she's free."
Robin nodded quickly and then drew a shuddery breath. "I can't do anything to help them." He dropped his cup, or rather he let it fall. It cracked into two and coffee splashed across the floor. "I don't want to. I can't." His voice broke on the last word.
Angel caught him by the hand and pulled him up. Robin came, and Angel put his arms around Robin's neck.
"It's okay," he said.
"No-- "
"Shut up. It's really okay. It is. Don't argue."
Robin leaned against him and sighed against his neck. He raised both hands and stroked Angel's hair and pressed closer.
"You can do anything you like," Robin said, close to his ear. "Go anywhere, buy anything you want."
Angel drew back a little. "Hey, no. It's okay. I mean, what about the--the money?"
"I want you to be happy," Robin said. "The money's not important." He bit his lip and gave Angel an anxious look. "I have quite a lot, still. Enough for us."
Angel shook his head. "I don't want your money."
Robin wrapped both arms round his neck and clung on. He tightened his arms convulsively once, then drew away.
"I should shower," he said.
Angel caught his arm, pulling him back. "No, don't," he said, watching Robin's eyes widen. "Not yet."
Angel leaned in and kissed him, feeling the faint tremble of Robin's hands on his shoulders. He put his hands on Robin's hips and walked him backwards, their mouths joined, until they pushed through the door into Robin's room.
"Angel," Robin said, his voice hot.
"Lie down," Angel said, and Robin just did, like he'd do anything Angel asked.
Behind them he could sense the dark and glowering expanse of the picture. He stared down into Robin's eyes instead, and they were as green as any forest he'd ever seen. He traced the fine line of Robin's jaw and his mouth and the long curve of his brow. There was something wild in Robin's face, something of his mother.
"I want this," Angel said, quietly.
"I know."
He stripped Robin out of his suit, tearing his shirt around the buttons, and threw off his own clothes and then stretched out beside him, letting his hands map the slight curves and flat planes of Robin's chest and stomach and thighs. Robin turned towards him, pressing his face to Angel's neck. Angel hooked an arm round his narrow shoulders and drew him in close.
"Oh, god," Robin breathed. "Oh, god. Please."
"Please what?" Angel said, sliding his hand between them and stroking Robin's cock with quick tight strokes, squeezing too hard and fast, he knew that. Robin arched up hard, gasping as Angel found his mouth again. He dug his nails into Angel's back, harder when Angel rolled on top of him and nudged his legs apart, settling his weight between them.
"Angel," Robin whispered and then moaned faintly as Angel cupped his jaw and slid his tongue into his mouth. His lips were soft and a little wet, his mouth warm. He was trembling, making little convulsive shudders. "Angel," he whispered again. He drew his knees apart so that the smooth warm skin of his inner thighs slid against Angel's legs. "I just want-- " He paused, his voice grown small.
"Yeah, I think I know what you want," Angel said, and kissed him again, listening to the small needy sound that Robin made. Then he reached over and tore open the drawer of the bedside table, fumbling with the little blue and silver bottle. He squeeze some on his fingers and knelt between Robin's thighs, curled over him so he could kiss him and feel his moans as he slid one finger inside him. Robin was so hot inside that it felt almost unreal, burning heat and silky smooth tightness as he moaned and twisted against Angel's finger, sinking himself onto it.
"Please, give me more," he said, in a shuddering breathy voice.
"Yeah," Angel whispered. He pressed his forehead to Robin's chest and sucked at his nipple, then licked his way blindly up, biting at his collarbone and sucking at the taut line of his neck. He stopped when he got to Robin's mouth and pulled back. He needed to look at him.
Robin clutched at his shoulder and whimpered and stroked himself with one hand, his teeth sinking into his red and swollen lower lip. Angel worked his fingers in and out, watching the way it made Robin tilt his hips and spread his legs. The tip of his pink tongue ran across the edge of his teeth, and his eyes fluttered closed.
He didn't have to ask Robin to turn over. He did it himself, with a dark and burning look over his shoulder. He arched his back, spreading himself a little and Angel almost had to take his hands away and cover his eyes and just breathe.
"God, you're beautiful," Angel said, and he felt it as much as he had with Eos. More, even. Much more.
He kissed down Robin's spine and licked at the knobs of bone just under his skin. He pushed his fingers in again and watched Robin's body tighten around them, watched his back arch and his head dip down towards the sheets. Even the curve of his back was so perfect Angel felt like he could just look, for quite a long time. But Robin was making small, impatient noises, and Angel could hear the rush of his breath and the rustle of tiny movements against the sheets.
He shifted closer and touched Robin's thighs. They were shaking, just a little. He swallowed hard and wished he could see Robin’s face right now. Or maybe it was better that he couldn’t. This already felt like almost too much.
"You let anyone do this before?" he said, running his fingers across the shallow dip at the base of his spine and then lower, gliding on damp skin.
"No."
The word was small and muffled and it made Angel lean down and press more kisses to his back. He let himself rest there a moment, letting Robin take his weight. "Not even in that fancy boarding school, huh?"
Robin shook his head and pressed back against him. "Rose-- She didn't allow me to-- "
He stopped, his voice choked.
"It's okay," Angel said.
Robin took his hand and laced their fingers together. He pulled them up to his mouth and kissed Angel's knuckles. "Please," he said. "Hurry."
Angel pressed his face to Robin's back and licked his skin, tasting the faint salt there. He rocked his hips a little, feeling the smooth glide of his cock between the hot cleft of Robin's cheeks. He let his teeth come together gently around his skin.
"You're pretty impatient," Angel whispered. His face was flushed and heated. He wanted to be inside him, fucking him until he screamed. He wanted to wait and to draw it out, or for it never to end. Blood rushed in his ears and he groaned. This was crazy and too intense. He reached under Robin's stomach and got his hand on his dick. The skin there was so smooth it felt unreal. He ran his palm along the length of it, loving the heat.
Robin braced his arms and pushed back hard against him, almost writhing. "Don't make me wait," he said. "Do it."
"Jesus, okay. Okay."
He got more slick and drenched himself in it until Robin was making tight impatient little moans. He pressed Robin to the bed and eased in, going as slow as he could. It was still too fast, and he could feel it when Robin clenched tight and winced. His fingers twisted into the sheets and he gasped. Angel braced his arms and made himself stop, closing his eyes. In the blood red there he could see stars and trees and shadows. He shook his head, banished the images and pressed soft kisses to Robin's shoulder.
They stayed almost still for long breathless minutes, until Robin moved his hips, rocking back a little, then further, taking in more. Angel could see the sharp curve of his cheek and the sweep of his eyelashes. He fixed his gaze on them and concentrated on not coming right then.
"This is good," Robin whispered.
"Yeah, it is," Angel said. He fumbled for more slick and let it dribble down between them, then let himself settle on Robin's back. He tucked his face against Robin's neck and they lay still, hardly moving, but moving enough. It was almost unbearably sweet and good. He wrapped his arms round Robin's chest and held him tight. "You gonna last all night like this?" he asked.
"Oh, no," Robin said. "No."
"Me either."
He thought actually that they might do this for hours, just stay joined together. They could, if they wanted. He was sure of it, until Robin moved under him, spreading his thighs so that Angel shifted, his cock so slicked that he sank in deep and hard.
"Fuck," he said. His hips shoved forward without him even thinking, pulling out and thrusting back in, making Robin clench tight around him and moan out loud, high and half strangled. Angel did it again, faster. It was too good. He knelt back and got his hands on Robin's shoulders and eased him close. Robin's toes curled.
"You okay?" Angel gasped.
"Mnh," and a frantic nod. Robin's face was flushed pink and it made him look so pretty. "Go on."
"Okay, yeah."
Soft, panted words between them that hardly meant anything, but they held a weight that Angel couldn't even begin to think about now. He gripped Robin's hips tight and held him steady as he thrust in and out. Robin balanced awkwardly on one elbow and stroked himself with his other hand, snatching glances over his shoulder at Angel. His lips moved, making soft incoherent sounds with each thrust. Dark strands of hair were plastered to his forehead and his temples and the back of his neck.
It was that dark and hungry look in Robin's eyes that got to him most, even more than the feel of his body. Angel thrust harder and moaned and came far too soon, his whole body shaking from the force of it. He couldn't hold back, not even for a second. It didn't matter though, because Robin's head dipped and he sounded like he was almost sobbing as he clenched tight and came.
They didn't move for a long time afterwards, except to rearrange themselves. Robin curled up on Angel's chest, and Angel stroked his hair. They both gazed at the painting.
"I can get rid of it," Robin said, into the silence.
"No," Angel said. "Don't. I don't mind it."
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Date: 2007-12-11 04:28 am (UTC)Also had to say that I've been waiting with anticipation for Angel to get his chance to top ever since it was first hinted at a while back. This chapter totally did not disappoint, and I'm so glad to have been able to read it. This really is a phenomenal story on so many levels. Thanks so much, both of you, for writing and sharing it!
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