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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]

[Euri]

[he hasn't spoken to her in a looooong time... but today he decided to change that.]

Hey. You really still hiding out in the woods?

Come on, come back. You must be bored to tears out there.

[Murdertastic Filter]

So, hey. Can't help but notice there's been an awful lot of murdering going on.

Think you guys could maybe not attract the attention of the whole fucking city?

[Public]

[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.

but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]

You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.

[tap tap tap tap.]

I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.

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So. You're callous, and selfish.

[he walks back up to him again, circles to stand in front of him.]

And I don't think you take me seriously.

[ah, this is suddenly interesting, and he shifts accordingly. he smiles a little, but quietly moves his weight back onto one foot without thinking about it]

Of course I do.

No. [he glances at nothing for a second, until his attention flickers back to Tek.] I don't think you do.

But that's not really what I was thinking about.

[he reaches out, seizes Tek by the jaw, and kisses him. roughly.]

[there is that split second where Robin moves, and Tek is ready for something bad to happen, simply out of reactionary instinct. He hadn't known what to expect, and that always puts him on edge.

But then it's something decidedly not bad, and he's left with a decision to make. He's suddenly found himself in a situation that he doesn't want to waste.

...So, after a surprised sound in his throat and some tension... he brings up an arm to push against Robin's chest a little]

[he knows what he's doing. and he wants to make it clear from the start that this is his turn to get what he wants. his chance to use the other.

he growls at him, really growls, and Tek can feel it when he bares his teeth to do it. that arm gets shoved out of the way, Robin's fingers curled around the offending wrist. his teeth turn into a bite at his jaw. that turns into mouthing his neck, possessive.]

[it works too well. Tek's little bit of resistance is met with a threat, a real one. Robin finally--finally finally--isn't letting him get away with trying to take control. He's bullied back, truly caught off guard with it, and the reaction is immediate.

At the shove, the bite, there is a shocked '--nnh!' ...but it's in the wrong voice.

Robin gets violent, takes charge, and Tek is surprised into a completely unwitting gender switch.]

[oh, he knows what that means, too. he can't help but laugh, burying the noise in the crook of his--her shoulder, while he breathes her in. they're always strange to him, these transitions; it feels almost like he should reintroduce himself.

so he straightens, the last of his chuckling left in open air. he stops gripping her wrist to grab her by the hip instead and pull her up against him. his other hand is almost immediately buried in that hair he likes, palm pressed up against her cheek.]

You like that? [gods, it makes him want to laugh all over again. he settles for kissing her instead, consuming and indulgent and completely ignorant of their surroundings.]

[can't really draw the mental line to how they ended up right here, like this, but that only adds to it-- the answer to that question is yes.

It's still taking her a breathless moment to catch up to the whole thing, but once she does, she's kissing him back with some ferocity. And then fingers are digging into the fabric of his shirt so she can pull him closer, until her chest is pressed up against his too.

Finally, there is that purr--]

[--which then rolls down into a deeper tone as he changes back, as if he's just now remembering Robin's preference and has realized his mistake]

[he can feel that under his lips. his hands are shaking, holding a different face, fingers tightened up in different hair. it's the hair he likes less, but the throat he likes more, so he scrapes his teeth over the skin there because he wants to hear Tek make that noise in this voice.

he could go on and on with his preferences--he could tell him to change back this or that or just stick to one fucking gender already--but he won't. because that would take time, and he doesn't want to stop tasting him to say it.

he rolls his hips up against him, already wanting, ready to just take and take and take.]

[this is exactly what he's been looking for. Searching and striving. It's something so rare and exact that he's in a perpetual state of starvation for it.

He wants to be wanted. He wants to be wanted so badly that it's demanded of him, just like this.

He's just... he's so happy.

And just as his hands start to get restless, Robin moves. Fingers immediately untangle from his shirt and rake down his sides until they land on hips and dig in a little there. The tension is already so bad. Just hungry and racing all over, crackling, like a spark to dry kindling]

[the touch, fingers digging into his hips, make it even worse. there's so much going into this, so many coiled-tight thoughts and horrible instinctual things he wants to do. he couldn't keep it all down even if he still had a reason to.

and he doesn't. not anymore.

he doesn't let him get away with that for long, reaching down to pry Tek's hands away and shove him--with no warning or reservation--back towards the side of some apartment building unfortunate enough for them to have stopped in front of.

the idea of it makes his stomach turn, makes him feel sick with nervousness, but he pushes it down in favor of striding forward, pressing himself close again, running a hand up the other's thigh. he grabs his ass, bites at his lip, growls at the back of his throat again to drown himself in indulgence instead of lingering on stupid things he doesn't want to think about anyway.]

[This, this, this! It's what he'd been looking for in that kitchen, back when he'd been feverish enough to try and make it happen. Pinned up against a wall, everything heedlessly kinetic, the only point of interest in the whole universe in that moment.

Part of him wonders what changed. He has one moment--while his back hits the wall with a grunt--to wonder at what exactly rolled over in Robin's mind to cause this.

But then he has no more room to think about it, with the sound of a growl filling his head instead. It's not the precise noise he's used to hearing, but it's close enough. It has the same effect, pulling that certain rumble up out of his throat again to echo it, because it is a sound that is meant to be shared.

It's more perfect than he could have asked for.

When he pushes against Robin, it's not an attempt to get him away. He's bracing himself, sliding one leg up against Robin's and then rolling his spine, an expert little undulation that hoists his back to a slightly higher point up on the wall. Just a few inches, just enough to matter]

[his hands are shaking pretty bad. he's anxious, excited, frustrated; he shudders when Tek moves like that, the feeling in his hands spreading everywhere else. it's not that he's weakening, no--it's that he's going to a very bad place to get what he wants from the both of them.

he just wants to stop thinking (thinking about how he'd be so fucking smug, how she'd be so disgusted with him). it all just makes it worse. it was fine a second ago, what's his problem?]

Hah, fuck...

[so he stops. breathe in. his smirk spreads thin across his face, his head dips and bumps into Tek's shoulder.

he's so fucking perfect right now. he can't stand it. breathe out.

slow at first, he mouths at his neck again. he tongues wet trails over his skin and feels his breath. once he bites at the shape of his throat with such firm control that he must be resisting something much worse.

his other hand slides to the other hip and he pulls Tek into him, scrapes a foot up on the wall to give him something to work against... not that he's waiting, already grinding up against him for friction. he doesn't bother masking the wanting, impatient groan.

his hands are steady, now. he's sinking into something he likes again.]

Edited 2012-07-18 04:26 (UTC)

[it's funny how getting what he wants makes him a more patient and abiding person. Everything is so perfect that when Robin shivers still, takes a moment to pause and hesitate, Tek doesn't swoop in with demands. Certainly every inch of him is screaming for more, nerves set ravenously on edge, but he rides that pause instead of attacking it.

If anything, whatever that struggle is going on in there, it adds a certain something that he likes.

Instability is his favorite opportunity, after all. And he sets in on it without thought.

Oh, and that bite. He doesn't even try to argue it, because it's his very favorite kind. It's the animal kind--meant to hold, control--and it drives him quietly a little bit crazy. A breath slithers in audibly between his teeth and then hitches, shoulders bracing harder against the wall so that the rest of his spine can arch.

The momentum keeps going, hands leaving their perch so his arms can slide up over the other's shoulders--for leverage and so nails can drag up the back of his neck and dig rough into his hair. And there, he moves back a little. There, pulling himself up another inch or two higher, he searches for Robin's eyes.

If Robin is looking for something to get lost in, there is a set of eyes there, gleaming in the shade of the building and absolutely adoring, waiting for him]

[intentional or not, it's a weakness. he could defend his actions all day, argue and twist facts and tilt reality, but the simple truth is that he does this--all of this--just for looks like that.

the ache to devour isn't just physical, anymore. that's the kind of shit that really gets him off.

the nails at his neck send sparks shivering through his skin and he sinks into him again. lips to lips, lips to neck, teeth to skin, rutting against him with every passing wave of impulse. eventually it's not enough, so he reaches between them and palms at the other through his clothes, and then under his clothes, and then he has to put him down--only because there's no way he's keeping him up against that wall and undoing his pants at the same time.

but he tastes the length of the other's neck and bites at his throat again as compensation. that seems more than fair.

things after that start to lose focus. it doesn't take him long to have Tek pressed back up against the wall again, fingers digging into hip and thigh, sinking into him in a more literal way and trying not to moan with every undulation. it's consuming, so much so that he almost forgets where he is. nothing else is important anymore, just this man, just feeling how good it is, the way the familiar sensation coils up in the pit of his stomach. he's struggling past an impossible warmth for steady breath, but his mouth still finds skin to taste.]

Edited 2012-07-18 06:58 (UTC)

[they'd always had a small audience--how could they not? Shocked and uncomfortable glances snapped out of corners of eyes on the street, voyeurs peeking between blinds in the windows. Tek certainly doesn't mind it. What are they, scurrying mortal things, to give him any reason to care. Skin hot like fire now, hungry motioning running from legs to spine to the arch of his neck and back again, if anything he's reveling in it. He's at the top of this little world, and they can only watch.

So, let them watch.

But then, one gets too close. He can feel the presence approaching in a more purposeful way than the others, maybe someone planning on breaking up the scene.

Ha.

It only takes a moment, rolling his head away from Robin's so he can look past his shoulder. He educates the man, shows that he's a monster--baring sudden fangs, a little gleeful about it, face twisting into something inhuman and whatever ecstatic noise he'd been making opening up into a hiss.

And then he's back, though he mindlessly returns to Robin with some of that aggression. Panting, impatient now, his teeth are still sharp when he finally goes for the other's neck. Assertive. His weight jammed between the wall and his partner's chest, but he wants more. Groan-growling, insistent and greedy, he clutches at the back of Robin's neck, leg sliding higher to hook and pull him closer]

[Robin ignores most of them. it's easier and easier, filtering them out. their eyes aren't for him, what does it matter?

but after a while, the idea of it starts to get kind of exciting. everyone looking, everyone jealous, maybe. or horrified. when Tek turns that man away Robin doesn't even have to look, grinning despite everything at the sharp teeth at his throat. he doesn't need the hint, already returning that noise with a stronger push, more passion, more everything, faster and edging on an almost-violence.

somewhere, it turned into the delirious want to prove something (that--what, Tek should take him seriously? that he can use him just as much? that in this blur of a moment he's completely his?) so yeah, sure. give them a great fucking show.

eventually he shudders, climaxes hard, fingers clawing into the other's legs as he does. he'll leave bruises there, his neck, his mouth--Tek'll be covered in his marks. his ragged breathing melts into the most satisfied sigh and he eases up on his grip, reaching forward to cup the sides of his face and steal another kiss. this time he bites down on Tek's lip so hard that he can taste blood.]

[he's swimming in electricity, head thrown back and riding waves of fire absolutely washing through every limb, when that that shudder goes rolling through him. And then come clawing fingers and bruising teeth, and--of all moments--that is when Robin really makes his point.

Because he's penning marks all over him, and there isn't a damn thing that Tek can do about it. Just gasp and set his teeth and suffer every shock that the starbursts of pleasurepain send through him. He'd never have allowed that if he'd had a say in the matter... but he can't really find it in himself to be terribly upset about it. He can't even breathe through it.

Even when Robin captures and wounds him with a kiss. All he can manage is a hissed inhale and breathy cursing once he's free, and he can't even keep that up for more than a moment. It's all he can do to drop his head down in the next moment, resting against his partner's shoulder while he focuses on catching his breath.

...Alright, alright. He gets it now. Robin wins.]

[he's laughing. he can't help it. breathy and giddy, he cradles Tek's head against his shoulder--if only to run his fingers through his hair again, kinder and gentler than he has in a while.

he feels so much better now. even if they've disturbed the neighborhood and made a mess. even if Tek is going to bitch about it later. he leaves a last kiss against his neck, but it's lazy and languid.

eventually he supposes he should probably get his pants back on properly.]

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