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Thomas had completely forgotten about the bracelet in all of the "get Robin drunk and find out more," planning, and it was a couple of days before he found it again, when he checked his pants pockets before sending them out to be washed. He set it on the dresser to give to Robin and then promptly forgot it once again until he came home from work.

"...Right," he muttered, scooping up the charm and taking it with him as he came out to the living room to put on some music and wait for Robin to get home. No time like the present to try out the new spell Harry had put on it.

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"Your subtlety is breathtaking," Thomas remarked with a smirk, but as that was what he'd had in mind himself, he rolled onto his side, reaching into the newly unfastened pants. Robin was taking care of dinner, it was the least he could do, right?

Besides, then he could see if his Hunger was really going to be taken out of the equation. He was nervous and hopeful and a little bit worried, about what sex would be like without that.

A smile tugged at Robin's lips as he managed to pull his cock out, just beginning to show interest in the proceedings.

"I do try."

"Mmm." Thomas chuckled and started nuzzling and licking along the length, his own anticipation of the unknown factor making it ironically take longer to lose himself in the act, for the Hunger to assert itself--or try.

Robin sighed in approval, and reached to pick up the phone from the receiver, dialing with one hand the number of the Thai take-out restaurant. He bit back a groan as his cock twitched in approval as well, and someone on the other end of the line finally picked up the phone.

Which was about the time Thomas' demon tried to feed, which resulted in a flash of red light that flung Thomas about eight feet backwards to collide with the wall and then rebound to the floor on his stomach.

Robin had just begun to order in rapid-fire (if slightly breathless) Thai when Thomas was thrown against the wall. He stared at Thomas, then at the phone, then down at his erection, before clanking the phone back onto the cradle.

"What the fuck."

Thomas swore dazedly as he pushed himself up, shaking his head. "...So that didn't work," he mumbled, getting to his feet and making his way cautiously back to the couch. "Take the fucking bracelet off."

Robin blinked at him, and then looked down at the bracelet. He ripped it off and threw it at Thomas' head.

And then swore at him in Thai. Loudly.

Thomas winced and caught the bracelet on the rebound, arching his eyebrows at the string of foreign words. "What?" he demanded, because while he had no idea what Robin was saying, he could get the tone clear enough. "You didn't get thrown across the room." Of course, it could have, for all Thomas knew.

"Well clearly you knew it was likely to do something," Robin said irritably, "and didn't care to tell me. You might have gotten thrown across the room but I'm the one with a raging hard-on and a very confused Thai receptionist on my conscience."

Thomas shrugged, looking a little sullen but not at all apologetic. "I'll make it up to you," he muttered, flopping back against the couch with a sigh. He tossed the bracelet onto the table, glaring at it to mask his disappointment.

When Thomas flopped back onto the couch instead of going straight to his knees as he should have, Robin tucked his cock petulantly back into his pants and picked up the phone.

He dialed the number again and called the Thai place. Ordering his and Thomas' usual (in Thai) but asking them to make it as spicy as humanly possible.

Thomas remained silent even after Robin had hung up, staring at the bracelet accusingly. It had given him hope, dammit. He should have known better.

"So are you going to tell me what the deal is here or shall I just assume it's some new brand of masochism?" Robin crossed his legs, settling neatly on the couch. "If I'd known I have a nice leather whip and a cock ring with your name on it."

Thomas sighed and looked at Robin, then away with a shrug. "It was supposed to let me have sex without feeding, if it had worked." He snorted. "Which it clearly didn't."

This explanation only made Robin look more annoyed.

"Did it occur to you it might not have just backfired on you? What if the damned thing had solved the problem by slicing my dick off? Harry made it, didn't he? I wouldn't put it past him." Robin's arms folded across his chest and he practically looked to be pouting.

Thomas was silent for a long moment, then said quietly, "I guess I didn't think about what would happen if it didn't work." He'd had plenty to think about just focusing on what would happen if it did.

"Well, maybe you could give me a heads up the next time you need a guinea pig."

Then he grumbled, "I'll bet he did it in purpose."

"He was just trying to help me," Thomas defended before addressing the first comment. It was a fair request, but..."Would you have said yes if you knew?" he asked, watching Robin from the corner of his eyes.

Robin grudgingly admitted, "Maybe." But then he wrinkled his nose. "Though why? What's it supposed to accomplish?"

"Forget it." That was absolutely not a conversation he wanted to have, with Robin or anyone else. He pushed the bracelet toward Robin and added, "It'll still keep you safe. It has all of the other protections on it." He got to his feet and headed to the kitchen for a beer.

"Safe from you," Robin said, ignoring the bracelet and getting to his feet. "The bracelet's hideous. I'd rather have a blow job."

"Safe from any sexual attack," Thomas corrected, pulling a bottle from the fridge and popping the top off on the edge of the counter.

He took a drink and looked at Robin for a minute, trying to get into the mindset to finish what he'd started, but it just wasn't happening, not right now. "So go get one. I'm sure you won't have any trouble."

"Sexual attacks are the best kind," Robin snapped. Then he stepped closer and got in Thomas' face a bit and said, "Fine. Enjoy the curry."

Thomas didn't flinch, didn't retreat. "I'll save you some," he answered quietly.

Robin was actually kind of disappointed that he wouldn't see Thomas' face when he took a first bite, but he ignored that in favor of making a good exit.

He turned on his heels, grabbed his hat off of the hat rack, and swept dramatically out of the apartment.

Thomas watched him go with an almost wistful expression, then went back to the couch to wait for the food. When it came he made himself a plate and then nearly choked at the first bite of curry, draining what was left of his beer and then getting a huge glass of water before finishing it up (easier once he knew how fucking hot it was), rinsing the plate and shoving it into the dishwasher.

He took a shower, did some pacing, and then settled into bed, trying not to think about how pathetic it all felt, going to bed early and alone.

Robin had gone intending to do exactly what he'd promised - get a blow job. Except as soon as he'd gotten onto the street, it just seemed like so goddamned much work to go pick someone up, and he was pissy besides.

He walked across the street to a bar.

An hour and a half later, he returned home. No, not home, to Thomas'. To fucking Thomas.

He made some noise as he came in, probably because he was stumbling a little. In the bedroom, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed into the bed with Thomas, naked. He smelled of neither soap nor sex, just whiskey.

Thomas rolled over, half asleep, and slid a hand lightly down Robin's side with a little hum that was as close as he got to vocalizing a greeting.

Thomas touching him in itself, just the contact of his skin, was enough to send a spark of arousal through Robin. He groaned in frustration.

As Thomas felt the arousal from Robin, as his demon felt it and started clamoring for more, he woke up completely, jerking his hand back as he realized what he'd been doing. He didn't apologize, because that would be acknowledging it in the first place. He just tucked his arm close to his body again and closed his eyes.

Then he inhaled, taking note of the smell of Robin--and what he couldn't smell. He sat up, frowning down at him in the darkness. "...No luck?"

Robin groaned again and buried his face in the pillow. "Fuck you," he mumbled. "I could have anyone I wanted."

"Then why didn't you?" Thomas asked, eying Robin's head curiously.

"Because fuck you," Robin muttered. "I decided to drink instead. Why am I even here."

It was a question Thomas didn't want to explore in any depth, and he was pretty sure Robin didn't, either.

"All right," he murmured, lying back down and reaching down to fondle Robin's cock. If he hadn't gotten laid, Thomas could take care of that, at least. He did say he'd make it up to him.

Robin reached down and caught Thomas' wrist. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but - " He gritted his teeth, even as a wave of desire washed over him. "Not tonight, honey."

Thomas blinked and yanked his hand out of Robin's grip. "Sor-ry." He sat up with a huff and grabbed a spare blanket and his pillow, heading for the door.

Robin groaned again, and buried his face in the pillow. He didn't call after Thomas, though. Honestly, Thomas should probably be glad that Robin could resist him.

Which was one of the reasons that Robin had done it. To prove it to himself.

Even if he was probably going to have a jerk off now if he was going to have any hope of sleeping.

Thomas dropped his blanket and pillow on the couch and then put away the leftover thai food that was still waiting on the kitchen counter, slamming cupboards and the refrigerator as much as possible. Petty, yes, but tonight had sucked.

Robin listened to Thomas, and finally, after the sound died down, he slid a hand onto his cock and, with a quiet sigh, began to jerk off.

It annoyed the shit out of him that he was thinking of Thomas. And when he tried to think of someone else instead, his mind went to blond hair and feathers. Fuck.

When he came, it was with another quiet groan, and he cleaned himself up with a tissue and then sprawled across the entire bed to sleep.

At least he could count on something about Thomas - in the morning they just wouldn't talk about it, and all would be well.

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