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Preparations for the White Court party
The day of the White Court gathering was drawing ever closer, and Thomas realized that if there was a chance Lara would feed from Robin (and there was, a good chance), he needed to keep his own demon's hands off of him. He knew Robin could withstand a lot more than a typical human, but Lara wasn't careful with her feedings like he was. If she killed Thomas' thrall she wouldn't lose any sleep over it, would probably even enjoy reminding him what his family was like.
So he wanted Robin to be as prepared as possible, which meant giving him at least few feeding-free days to build up his aura so there was more of it for Lara to take without hurting him. It wasn't going to be easy, living with Robin and keeping his dick and his Hunger to himself, but for Robin's sake it was necessary. The fact that the puck would probably get it somewhere else instead was one he was doing his best not to dwell on. He'd do what he had to do, and Robin would do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, and there was nothing he could do to change that, even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't, entirely.
He got home from work before Robin did thanks to a cancellation, and immediately poured himself a drink before settling onto the couch to watch TV, some action movie with fast cars and lots of explosions. Distractions were always good.
Robin arrived home late, having had a long and annoying day at work. He had already decided that he was taking the next day off, which meant that he was looking forward to a long night with a generous amount of alcohol and the kind of not-quite-hangover that he could only get from a particularly enthusiastic time with Thomas in bed.
"Honey, I'm home," he said with a touch of mocking humor as he slung his coat off, threw down his bag, and promptly walked over to straddle Thomas' lap, blocking his view of the television.
Oh, this was off to a good start. "Welcome home," Thomas answered, leaning around him to bring the TV back into his line of sight, his hands curled into fists at his sides the only sign that he was at all affected by Robin's proximity.
Robin took advantage of Thomas' lean to go in the other way, lips close to Thomas' ear. "I decided on the way here that the most agreeable way I can think of to spend the evening is with your cock in my mouth."
Thomas let out a heavy sigh and leaned further away, turning to look at Robin. "Flattering as that is, I'd suggest you pick a runner-up," he said, and it was actually almost physically painful to say it, knowing what sort of things Robin would choose as a runner-up. "And please get off of me." He could only keep his own desire and his demon's at bay with an effort, and Robin straddling him was straining that limit, his eyes a light grey that made it clear 'not in the mood' wasn't the problem.
Robin actually looked surprised for a split second, before looking pissed. He climbed off of Thomas and looked down at him, scowling. "Flattering as that is? What is that supposed to mean?"
Thomas sat up, folding his legs beneath him. "It means as much as I love that you want me, it's not happening. Not tonight. Not until after the party."
Robin didn't look in the least bit comforted by that. If anything, he looked more annoyed. "You love that I want you," he repeated. "Well, glad to be of service."
"Dammit, Robin," Thomas growled, running a hand through his hair. "If you want to go to this thing, I want you as ready as possible. If I feed from you, you won't be." And there was no way to have sex without it.
Robin lifted a brow. "Oh, please. It's not as if you don't feed from me practically every day anyway." Though he had relaxed visibly. Clearly glad that Thomas actually had a reason.
"Exactly. It...leaves its mark. Even on you. You recover faster than a human, granted, but..." Thomas got to his feet, taking his drink with him as he put a few paces worth of distance between them. "Lara won't try to keep her Hunger in check. She won't hold back like I do. I want you as ready for that as I can get you, which means I need to keep my demon to myself until after this is over."
Robin narrowed his eyes a little, looking more curious than anything else. "Why did you agree to this anyway? Because you really think I can figure out something useful? Or just to sate my curiosity? You seem awfully worried about what your sister's going to do to me."
Thomas folded his arms and looked away, out the windows lining one wall of the room. "I am worried. But you want to go. You want to meet her." And because of that, Thomas was willing to let it happen, and better at a gathering like this where Robin would be one of many thralls, rather than the focus of every White Court vampire present, if he just stopped by the Raith estate at random.
"I do," Robin admitted. "I'm just surprised you gave into my whim so easily."
Thomas didn't really want to talk about this, about why he was willing to take Robin despite his obvious and strong misgivings. "Do you want me to change my mind?" he challenged with a faint smile, arms still folded over his chest.
"No," said Robin. "I'm just trying to work out in what way I have manipulated your good judgment so that I know how to do it in the future."
Thomas rolled his eyes at that. "Let's just say I want to control how and when you meet them, if you're determined to do it."
"All right," sighed Robin. "Fine. No hanky panky if you insist. But I hope you know just how good it would have been."
"Of course I do," Thomas grumbled, draining his drink and heading to the kitchen to refill it, images of Robin on his knees sucking his cock rising to torment him. He really wished there was a way to talk Robin out of all of this, and the wish only grew more fervent with each passing day.
Robin followed him into the kitchen, though kept his distance. "You know, I could go find someone to bring home."
"So I can watch you fuck someone else?" Thomas asked with a smirk. "As gorgeous as that sight would be, I think I'll pass. Though if you want to find someone...I can find somewhere else to be for a while." Like a bar. A bar with a lot of alcohol.
"I was thinking more along the lines of us fucking someone together," Robin said with a roll of his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, it's not like it's a huge hardship for me to go one night without sex, but it's been a seriously annoying day and I was looking forward to it." He moved just a little closer. "I mean, the issue is just that you don't want to touch me, right? There's ways around that."
"Fucking someone together would still probably result in feeding off of you, at least a little," Thomas pointed out. "Unless I spent the whole damn time being careful not to touch you, which makes the whole idea less fun." Which had kind of been what Thomas was trying to illustrate with his initial comment. In the end it would come down to watching Robin with someone else, or Robin watching him with someone else, and what was the point?
"Our definitions of fun are clearly different," Robin said with a snort. He held up his hands. "All right, fine. I can just go elsewhere with my fine puck self. And here I was trying to be creative."
Thomas poured a finger of whiskey into his glass and tossed it back. "I appreciate the effort," he said quietly as he poured another drink. The thought of Robin going out and finding someone else after he said he'd been looking forward to being with him...it was like a knife in his gut. One that he pretended he didn't feel. "As for going out, you don't need to. I'll go. Give you the place to yourself."
Robin looked at him for a second, then let out a long-suffering sigh and grabbed the bottle himself, pouring a drink. "Nevermind. I hope you were watching something good on TV."
Thomas blinked, staring at Robin as he tried to make sense of what just happened. Had Robin decided to spend a night watching TV with him over going out and satisfying his puckish libido? "Some movie about car thieves or something. You can change it if you want to." He drained his glass of whiskey and then went to the fridge for a beer instead, still watching Robin almost warily, trying to figure out what was going on. "Or there's always video games," he added with a note of amusement."
Robin rolled his eyes. "I don't do video games," he said. "If I want to kill something I'll go kill something." Actually he didn't really do TV either. But for some reason beyond his comprehension at the moment he didn't mind just being here with Thomas. He padded off into the bedroom, and returned a moment later out of his expensive suit, instead wearing a pair of Thomas' track pants and a tight black tshirt.
Thomas looked up as he heard Robin come back, licking his lips as he looked him over. That ensemble should not look that appealing, but somehow on Robin it did. He set his beer down and walked over to the shelves of movies he owned, back to Robin so he couldn't see Thomas' eyes. "What do you want to watch? And we should probably order dinner, any thoughts?" Any thoughts that didn't involve Thomas crossing the room and running his hands over the black fabric hugging Robin's body, that was.
Robin thought he caught a flash of pale light in Thomas' eyes before he turned away, but he steadfastly ignored it. "I suppose suggesting that we watch porn is out of the question," Robin said, sounding bored. "Though isn't that what one does when they're not having sex?" He paused by the table to pick up the phone. "And if this is the mood of the evening we're ordering pizza."
"Pizza works. I want jalapenos and sausage." Thomas moved to the porn section with a quiet snort; he should have known. "You really want to watch porn?" he asked, pulling a disc off of the shelf. Porn with his sister in it. That would at least keep him from getting too turned on.
"I do if you're not veto-ing the suggestion," said Robin. "But I cannot be held responsible for my inevitable biological reaction." He dialed the number for a pizza place and ordered an extra large pizza with jalapenos, sausage, and onions.
"Noted." Thomas smiled to himself and popped the disc into the player, then sprawled at one end of the couch and picked up his beer and the remote to start the movie once Robin was finished ordering dinner.
Robin finished ordering and then went to the fridge to get a beer himself before settling at the other end of the couch.
Thomas glanced at Robin with an enigmatic smile. "Ready?"
Robin rolled his eyes. "It's porn, Thomas, not the goddamn Mona Lisa."
"Hey, this porn was made by a family friend," Thomas replied as he hit play and settled back to watch, sipping his beer. "I've known Arturo for years."
It was not the worst porn setup that Robin had ever seen, and at least the first girl showing up, a cute little blond number, was not bad. And neither was the rather beefy guy joining her. Robin took a sip of his beer and tried not to squirm.
Thomas wore a fond smile as he watched, waiting for Lara's entrance. He didn't have to wait long, and as soon as his sister appeared on the screen, his gaze shifted to Robin to watch his reaction, to see if he caught the family resemblance. The odds were about even, depending on how much attention to the details Robin was paying at this point.
Robin had seen a lot of porn in his day, and the woman that suddenly walked onto the screen was ten miles above any actress he'd ever seen. "Aphrodite's tits, who the fuck is that?" As if Thomas might have the casting credits for all of his pornography memorized.
Ah, but that question was easy for Thomas to answer. "That...is Lara Romany," he remarked with an amused smirk, watching his sister undress without any discomfort whatsoever. It wasn't like he'd never seen it, and he could even admit that Lara was incredibly beautiful.
Robin didn't react at all until she was done taking off her clothes (some things should not be interrupted), but then his gaze snapped to Thomas. She was perfect. Too perfect. And her name was Lara. "Please tell me you're not showing me pornography starring your sister." He paused. "No, why am I saying that. Please tell me you're showing me pornography starring your sister. I knew I liked you."
Thomas inclined his head. "That's her," he answered, smiling wryly. "In the flesh. All of it." He glanced at the screen briefly, then went back to watching Robin.
Robin's eyes were glued to the screen. "Jesus fuck. What a way to go."
Thomas snorted quietly and took a healthy swallow from his bottle of beer. "Yeah, yeah. I know," he murmured. "She's gorgeous. It runs in the family." And while the sight of Lara writhing against another woman didn't do much of anything for him, the desire coming off of Robin did. He pulled his knees up to his chest and kept nursing his beer, forcing his gaze to stay on the screen instead of the puck.
Robin had told Thomas that he couldn't be held responsible for any natural biological reactions, and the erection tenting the track pants was proof enough of that. "Please," said Robin, his voice a little low, "Tell me this is a family business."
And that was why Thomas was doing his best not to keep looking at Robin, but he could feel his arousal, taste it. He didn't answer Robin's pseudo-question beyond a glance toward his video collection and a tight-lipped smirk, but he had a feeling that some day soon, Robin would insist on watching the porno he was in. Ego boost or not, the thought was a little embarrassing.
On the television, Lara began to perform oral sex on the blonde girl, who was moaning and writhing like she'd never felt anything so good in her entire life. And Robin, again having seen his fair share of pornography, was pretty sure it wasn't an act. And the way that Lara's body moved - it was like a work of art in motion. No wonder the well-hung man who'd been hanging around earlier decided to come join them. He got instantly hard when he touched Lara, and Robin groaned.
Thomas inhaled softly, getting pretty damn hard himself as Robin's arousal seemed to fill the air around him. He closed his eyes to hide the silvery giveaway and pinched his nose, sighing. "She's going to eat you alive," he muttered. "And you're going to let her."
"Don't worry, kitten," Robin murmured, "you're hotter than she is. She's just dirtier."
Thomas stretched out a leg to kick Robin gently in the thigh. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked with a smile, his eyes still light grey, but without the silvery shimmer.
"I can tell she actually wants to eat me," Robin said, still watching the screen. The man had just started fucking her, an expression of utter ecstasy on his face.
"...Ah." Fair enough. That was certainly one area where Thomas couldn't compete with Lara, nor did he want to. He tucked his legs up against his body again, toying with the beer bottle absently as he watched his sister get fucked, knowing that her eyes wouldn't open during the scene, not at this point. Nothing to give away her non-human status beyond the sheer flawlessness of her beauty, her pale skin--and the reaction of her costars to her, but that was hard to tell from this side. The Raiths were /made/ for pornography, really. One take was all that was needed, and the sex and the lust looked amazing and real--because it was.
"Jesus I can't believe it's Harry that you have all the sexual tension with when you've got her on the other side of your family," Robin said absently. Hell, he barely even noticed when he slid a hand down to cover his cock through the pants.
"Oh, shut up," Thomas grumbled, kicking him a little harder for that one. "I grew up with Lara. Besides..." He trailed off as his eyes were drawn to Robin touching himself, and he swallowed and adjusted his own quickly-becoming-too-tight pants a little before continuing, "I could never trust her like that." And what did it matter who he had sexual tension with? It wasn't like he was any more likely to sleep with Harry than with Lara.
"Mmm," agreed Robin, clearly not paying much attention to what he was saying. His hand slid inside the pants. "So on a scale of one to ten, how dead would I be if I were in bed with both of you at once?"
Thomas scowled and picked up the remote, bouncing it off of Robin's shoulder. "How the hell did I end up with someone even more depraved than my family?" he muttered under his breath.
If Robin hadn't been in his rather distracted state he might have taken note of the troubling phrase 'end up with' but as it was, he barely even registered the remote hitting him. "If this is wrong I don't want to be right," he sighed as he watched the man fucking Lara shudder and come on her perfectly arched back.
Thomas sighed and adjusted himself again, teeth clenched as he resisted the urge to close the distance between him and Robin. "I'm starting to think the porn was a really bad idea," he remarked in a strained voice, watching Robin's hand moving inside his pants, aching to do the same.
"Oh, I knew all along it was," Robin said. "I was pretty surprised you suggested it, given how understanding and compromising I was being." He sighed again and started moving his hand a little more surely. "Jesus."
"You suggested it. I just didn't veto it." Thomas groaned softly and licked his lips, paying far more attention to Robin than the screen. "Ah, fuck," he whispered finally, undoing his pants and letting his legs fall open as he slipped his hand inside.
Robin's gaze slipped from the television to Thomas. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "And just think, if you were a little less concerned about my well being, you could have my lips wrapped around your cock right now."
"Ohhh, don't do that," Thomas whispered, breathless, his eyes drifting closed as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke. "Please..."
"What? Make you hard?" Robin's voice was low and a little rough. "Tell me this, Thomas. Is it because you're hungry, or because you're horny?"
Thomas meant more don't make him want to pounce Robin, but he didn't bother clarifying. "You have to ask?" he groaned, arching into his hand a little. "You keep me pretty well-fed."
"But I'm not feeding you now... am I." Robin watched him, and reached into pants and pulled out his own cock, now swollen and already carrying a bead of moisture at the tip. "Right now I'm just making you hot."
Thomas licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Robin's cock. "You do that a lot," he answered, voice thick with arousal. He dragged his eyes from Robin's cock to meet his eyes. "It's not usually about the Hunger."
"It's not?" Robins hand slid over his cock and he let his legs fall farther apart, eyes dropping closed as well. He wasn't interested in the television anymore. Just the sound of Thomas' voice saying he wanted him. "Tell me what you would do to me if you could."
Okay, they were coming back to the other topic in a minute, but right now Thomas just concentrated on the slow slide of his fingers on his cock, the sight of Robin, and fulfilling his request. "I would straddle you, kiss you until you were breathless, replace your hand with mine, tease you until you begged for my mouth..." His breathing sped up along with his hand, his eyes drifting closed again for a few moments, then opening. He couldn't not look at Robin like that, after all. It was just too hot to miss.
Robin groaned softly, and his hand too sped up. "Beg you? Yes. Suck me, Thomas. God, please suck me. I want to fuck your mouth..." Then his eyes flew open and his lips parted. "Fuck. You don't have to be that far away." If Thomas was jerking off too, he wanted to see it. He wanted to feel it.
Thomas stifled a moan. "...'Against my better judgement' is one of your favorite phrases, isn't it?" he growled, but he stretched, pulling his pants off, and scooted closer to Robin--but not close enough that his skin was touching Robin's. His hand faltered for a moment as he repositioned, then resumed stroking, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Robin's hand, adjusting his pace to match.
Robin licked his lips again, watching Thomas. "God you're a gorgeous sight." His breath turned a touch shallow and he added, "I don't think I'm really living up to my reputation of depraved. Shall I go go get a dildo? Or... ugh... one of us should be on our knees. Your choice." He was honestly ambivalent, imagining the splash of come against his skin, or Thomas' pretty face... shudder.
It all sounded good to Thomas, but-- "Well, you were the one that wanted to suck me off, so..." He smiled, a salacious, seductive smile, and said in a commanding voice, "On your knees, puck."
If there was any question of how Robin felt about that suggestion, his cock twitched visibly at the words - fuck, more the tone than the words. He stood and stripped off the shirt, stepped out of the pants, and slid to his knees in front of Thomas, looking up at him with hungry eyes and parted lips.
Thomas sucked in a sharp breath as he looked down at Robin. His free hand moved toward him of its own volition, though he managed to pull back with only a light brush of fingertips over Robin's cheek. He unbuttoned his shirt but left it on, hanging open as he spread his legs wide, his thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-come that had gathered there before he resumed stroking, slowly licking his lips. "Yeah...just like that," he breathed, his eyes blazing silver as he watched Robin, though the hunger on his face was stronger than the Hunger.
Robin slid a hand down and kept stroking his own cock as well as he watched Thomas. "Fuck yes," he whispered. "Fuck yes, Thomas. I love the way you want me." That sounded familiar. "I love the way you look at me. I want to watch you come."
"I love to watch you," Thomas murmured in answer, speeding his hand up as he scooted lower, bringing his cock closer to Robin. "You want to watch me come? Then make me." He gritted his teeth, aiming his cock at Robin's face. "Make me so hot I can't not come." Not that Robin wasn't doing a pretty damn good job of that already.
Robin's hungry gaze focused on the perfect, gorgeous cock so close to him. "Do you want me to tell you how much I wish you were fucking me right now?" he said, his voice low and rough. "How much I love your cock. How much I love the way you feel inside me. How I love it when you look at me like you want to devour me. How I love the way your hands feel on my skin. How I love your tongue in my ass, your lips around my cock. How much I'm going to love the feeling of your come soaking into my skin."
"Yesss...." Thomas groaned, rocking his hips into his hand, the sound of Robin saying all of that like a caress all of its own. "F-fuck. Robin..." he panted, his body tensing as he got close, closer, and then came with a hoarse cry, keeping his cock aimed at Robin and his eyes open so he could watch this as he kept pumping his fist along his length through his orgasm, watching it spatter on Robin's face. He wanted dirty, after all.
Robin closed his eyes just in time, even though he would have liked to have seen the look on Thomas' face. He felt the warm splatter and heard the groan, and a little whimper escaped him as well before his tongue darted out to lick at some of the saltiness near his lips.
Thomas slumped against the couch, catching his breath and watching Robin. "I love how insane you make me," he panted, and then he sat forward and kissed Robin hungrily, tasting himself on Robin's lips, on his tongue, groaning into the kiss.
The kiss felt amazing. Robin wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck and kissed him so hungrily. His cock was still throbbing with need, and desire flashed through him, desire for Thomas to touch him, to make him come.
Thomas whimpered as he saw what Robin wanted, and even though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't deny him. He slid to the edge of the couch, straddling Robin's legs as his hand found Robin's cock and stroked, hard and fast, never breaking the kiss as his other hand buried itself in Robin's hair, clenching a fistful of curls to keep Robin's mouth pressed tight to his.
Robin made a keening sound as he bucked into Thomas' hand, white hot pleasure pouring over him, the kiss the only thing keeping him from screaming when he came.
Thomas squeezed his eyes tightly closed, clamping down on his demon as much as he could, though of course he couldn't keep it from feeding altogether. Not with waves of ecstasy like that pouring into him. He gentled his mouth against Robin's and let his hand slow to a stop before releasing his cock, a little giddy.
Robin damn near sank into a puddle, leaning against Thomas' knees, resting his head in his lap. He felt dirty and sated and amazing.
Thomas stroked his hand lightly over Robin's hair, closing his eyes as his breathing returned to normal. He'd feel weak and stupid and guilty later; right now, he was just going to enjoy the moment, despite the soundtrack of the porno still running as background noise.
Robin had actually completely forgotten about the porno. He kissed Thomas' knee.
"I knew you couldn't resist me," he murmured.
Thomas sighed, continuing to stroke Robin's hair. "I should have," he said quietly. But Robin was right; he found the puck impossible to resist most of the time.
"That was so hot," Robin continued, ignoring him. "God I love it when you get all dommy."
Thomas chuckled softly and sank back against the couch, his hand stilling, just resting on Robin's hair. "So do I," he murmured dreamily, and as he said it he realized it was true. Dominating Robin gave him a thrill that had nothing to do with his demon, nothing to do with feeding Robin's fantasies. It was something he enjoyed.
"I should probably take a shower," Robin sighed, making it clear he didn't really want to.
"And I really shouldn't join you," Thomas murmured. Especially since the pizza guy would be here soon. Oh, and also because he was supposed to be NOT feeding on Robin.
"Mmmmm..." It sounded like Robin liked that idea more. "My tongue in your ass while you get all clean?"
Thomas shuddered, groaning softly. "Go take your shower," he said, swatting Robin lightly on the shoulder. "This doesn't change anything. I still need to stop feeding on you until after the party." For real, this time.
Robin rolled his eyes but didn't complain, pulling himself to his feet. He wiped at a spot on his face and then slid his finger into his mouth, smiling suggestively at Thomas before going back to the bedroom.
Thomas grumbled under his breath about damn irresistible pucks as he found his pants and pulled them on, leaving them undone as he slumped on the couch to wait for the doorman to let him know the delivery was here. It gave him time to try to figure out how in the hell he was supposed to resist Robin for the rest of the week.
It was a long shower as far as they went, and when Robin finally emerged he was wearing Thomas' robe and drying his hair with a towel. He could smell pizza. "Oh, thank Zeus. I'm starving."
"Of course you are. You're a creature of many appetites, just like me," Thomas observed wryly after he swallowed the bite of pizza he'd just taken. He was back in the corner of the couch, the porn was turned off, and he had a fresh beer. He also needed a shower, but food first.
Robin picked up a piece of pizza and eyed the dripping oil suspiciously. "Maybe I should have waited to shower until after dinner."
Thomas rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It's good. Eat it while it's still hot." He looked at Robin for a moment and then added, "Did you really think I only wanted to fuck you to feed?"
Robin looked back at him. "Did you think I only wanted to fuck you to feel the demon?"
Thomas hadn't expected Robin to turn the tables on him like that. "...Nooo," he answered slowly, but he wasn't sure how true the answer was. It was hard to say how much his sexual partners wanted him for him and how much of it was because sex with a White Court vampire was amazing, beyond belief.
Robin snorted. "I'm just saying, it goes both ways on the using and not-using, sugar." He took a huge bite of the pizza.
Thomas shrugged. "You just seemed surprised when I said it's usually not about the Hunger," he explained, going back to his food.
"So is that why you want to switch it off?" Robin asked, and it was actually a serious question, for once. "Is that why you tried out that bracelet? And by the way, your brother is a dick." He couldn't help that last part, not after Harry's little tantrum at his dealership, even though he'd never mentioned it to Thomas.
Thomas picked a piece of sausage off of his pizza and ate it, sighing a little. "I want to be able to have sex that really is just about sex." He looked up and added, "If it had worked, I wouldn't have to worry about keeping my hands off of you until this weekend. And what did he do now?" The last was asked in a resigned tone.
"If you were able to have sex that's just sex you'd be cuddling up with what's-her-name and I'd be out on my ass," Robin muttered before he could help himself.
Thomas frowned. "I wouldn't kick you out," he said quietly. Though he didn't comment on the other part, because if he could touch Justine? Yeah, that's probably where he'd be.
Robin rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him. "Well we can get twin beds."
"Don't be ridiculous. Anyway, it didn't work, so it's a moot point." Thomas reached for his beer and took a drink.
"Right," said Robin, and mirrored Thomas' movement in reaching for his own beer. He still hadn't said anything about Harry, for some reason he didn't really want to talk about it. Maybe because he'd defended himself in a way that hadn't made him entirely comfortable.
Oh, but Thomas hadn't forgotten Robin's comment, and when the discussion about Justine seemed to be finished he asked again. "What did Harry do to be a dick?"
Robin sighed. "He showed up at my workplace to grill me about you, and didn't like the answers he got, so he was a dick, and left. All there is to it."
Thomas sat up straight at that, frowning. "About me? What the hell was he asking you about me?"
Robin groaned. "I don't want to talk about Harry, Thomas. I don't know. He's trying to fix the bracelet I guess. He wanted to know what happened when you tried the other one."
Thomas scowled and slumped again. "I told him not to bother, damn him," he grumbled.
"Yeah, and clearly he likes to, you know, listen. Anyway, like I said, he's a dick. And it takes one to know one."
Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated by the way Harry and Robin continued to butt heads over everything and nothing, and less than thrilled by Harry continuing to meddle after he'd been told not to. "Fine. We'll drop it," he muttered, tossing the paper plate with the last third of his pizza slice remaining onto the coffee table in favor of drinking more beer.
"Also he's fucking ungrateful," Robin muttered before taking another bite of pizza.
Thomas shot him a glare. "Good job of dropping it," he murmured before falling silent, musing as he stared at the brown beer bottle dangling from his fingers.
This time Robin really did drop it. He shoved another bite of pizza in his mouth to ensure it.
Thomas took a swig from the bottle and then said quietly, "So. Any suggestions on how to get through the next few days without me feeding on you?"
Robin shrugged. "I could always go home."
"But then how could I be your bodyguard?" Thomas asked with a wry smile, hiding the stab of panic those words had caused.
"I'm sure I could survive a couple of days," Robin said, trying to sound confident about that. "It's not as if you've been with me every second."
Thomas shook his head faintly. "I don't like it," he replied in a low voice. "I'll just have to keep my hands off of you, that's all. Even you're not irresistible," he finished with a smirk.
Robin snorted. "If I didn't know how much it would upset you, I'd take that as a challenge."
Thomas smiled at him, taking a deep breath as he fought off the urge to close the distance between them and kiss Robin--just that, nothing more. He gave a small shake of his head at such a...romantic notion. "Please don't," he answered, still smiling as he leaned over to pick up his pizza again.
Robin hadn't stopped to think how that might have seemed, that he cared so much about Thomas' feelings, apparently. He still didn't stop to think about it. He didn't answer either, just picked up the beer again and chugged a good bit of it before sinking onto the couch. "Let's watch a real movie this time," he said. "Something with explosions."
"Sounds good," Thomas replied, setting his beer aside and continuing to eat his pizza as he wandered to the DVD collection to pick out something suitably explosive, tucking a particular DVD back behind the others while he was there. He popped a disc into the player and came back to the couch, choosing to sit near Robin this time rather than on the opposite end of the couch.
So he wanted Robin to be as prepared as possible, which meant giving him at least few feeding-free days to build up his aura so there was more of it for Lara to take without hurting him. It wasn't going to be easy, living with Robin and keeping his dick and his Hunger to himself, but for Robin's sake it was necessary. The fact that the puck would probably get it somewhere else instead was one he was doing his best not to dwell on. He'd do what he had to do, and Robin would do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, and there was nothing he could do to change that, even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't, entirely.
He got home from work before Robin did thanks to a cancellation, and immediately poured himself a drink before settling onto the couch to watch TV, some action movie with fast cars and lots of explosions. Distractions were always good.
Robin arrived home late, having had a long and annoying day at work. He had already decided that he was taking the next day off, which meant that he was looking forward to a long night with a generous amount of alcohol and the kind of not-quite-hangover that he could only get from a particularly enthusiastic time with Thomas in bed.
"Honey, I'm home," he said with a touch of mocking humor as he slung his coat off, threw down his bag, and promptly walked over to straddle Thomas' lap, blocking his view of the television.
Oh, this was off to a good start. "Welcome home," Thomas answered, leaning around him to bring the TV back into his line of sight, his hands curled into fists at his sides the only sign that he was at all affected by Robin's proximity.
Robin took advantage of Thomas' lean to go in the other way, lips close to Thomas' ear. "I decided on the way here that the most agreeable way I can think of to spend the evening is with your cock in my mouth."
Thomas let out a heavy sigh and leaned further away, turning to look at Robin. "Flattering as that is, I'd suggest you pick a runner-up," he said, and it was actually almost physically painful to say it, knowing what sort of things Robin would choose as a runner-up. "And please get off of me." He could only keep his own desire and his demon's at bay with an effort, and Robin straddling him was straining that limit, his eyes a light grey that made it clear 'not in the mood' wasn't the problem.
Robin actually looked surprised for a split second, before looking pissed. He climbed off of Thomas and looked down at him, scowling. "Flattering as that is? What is that supposed to mean?"
Thomas sat up, folding his legs beneath him. "It means as much as I love that you want me, it's not happening. Not tonight. Not until after the party."
Robin didn't look in the least bit comforted by that. If anything, he looked more annoyed. "You love that I want you," he repeated. "Well, glad to be of service."
"Dammit, Robin," Thomas growled, running a hand through his hair. "If you want to go to this thing, I want you as ready as possible. If I feed from you, you won't be." And there was no way to have sex without it.
Robin lifted a brow. "Oh, please. It's not as if you don't feed from me practically every day anyway." Though he had relaxed visibly. Clearly glad that Thomas actually had a reason.
"Exactly. It...leaves its mark. Even on you. You recover faster than a human, granted, but..." Thomas got to his feet, taking his drink with him as he put a few paces worth of distance between them. "Lara won't try to keep her Hunger in check. She won't hold back like I do. I want you as ready for that as I can get you, which means I need to keep my demon to myself until after this is over."
Robin narrowed his eyes a little, looking more curious than anything else. "Why did you agree to this anyway? Because you really think I can figure out something useful? Or just to sate my curiosity? You seem awfully worried about what your sister's going to do to me."
Thomas folded his arms and looked away, out the windows lining one wall of the room. "I am worried. But you want to go. You want to meet her." And because of that, Thomas was willing to let it happen, and better at a gathering like this where Robin would be one of many thralls, rather than the focus of every White Court vampire present, if he just stopped by the Raith estate at random.
"I do," Robin admitted. "I'm just surprised you gave into my whim so easily."
Thomas didn't really want to talk about this, about why he was willing to take Robin despite his obvious and strong misgivings. "Do you want me to change my mind?" he challenged with a faint smile, arms still folded over his chest.
"No," said Robin. "I'm just trying to work out in what way I have manipulated your good judgment so that I know how to do it in the future."
Thomas rolled his eyes at that. "Let's just say I want to control how and when you meet them, if you're determined to do it."
"All right," sighed Robin. "Fine. No hanky panky if you insist. But I hope you know just how good it would have been."
"Of course I do," Thomas grumbled, draining his drink and heading to the kitchen to refill it, images of Robin on his knees sucking his cock rising to torment him. He really wished there was a way to talk Robin out of all of this, and the wish only grew more fervent with each passing day.
Robin followed him into the kitchen, though kept his distance. "You know, I could go find someone to bring home."
"So I can watch you fuck someone else?" Thomas asked with a smirk. "As gorgeous as that sight would be, I think I'll pass. Though if you want to find someone...I can find somewhere else to be for a while." Like a bar. A bar with a lot of alcohol.
"I was thinking more along the lines of us fucking someone together," Robin said with a roll of his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, it's not like it's a huge hardship for me to go one night without sex, but it's been a seriously annoying day and I was looking forward to it." He moved just a little closer. "I mean, the issue is just that you don't want to touch me, right? There's ways around that."
"Fucking someone together would still probably result in feeding off of you, at least a little," Thomas pointed out. "Unless I spent the whole damn time being careful not to touch you, which makes the whole idea less fun." Which had kind of been what Thomas was trying to illustrate with his initial comment. In the end it would come down to watching Robin with someone else, or Robin watching him with someone else, and what was the point?
"Our definitions of fun are clearly different," Robin said with a snort. He held up his hands. "All right, fine. I can just go elsewhere with my fine puck self. And here I was trying to be creative."
Thomas poured a finger of whiskey into his glass and tossed it back. "I appreciate the effort," he said quietly as he poured another drink. The thought of Robin going out and finding someone else after he said he'd been looking forward to being with him...it was like a knife in his gut. One that he pretended he didn't feel. "As for going out, you don't need to. I'll go. Give you the place to yourself."
Robin looked at him for a second, then let out a long-suffering sigh and grabbed the bottle himself, pouring a drink. "Nevermind. I hope you were watching something good on TV."
Thomas blinked, staring at Robin as he tried to make sense of what just happened. Had Robin decided to spend a night watching TV with him over going out and satisfying his puckish libido? "Some movie about car thieves or something. You can change it if you want to." He drained his glass of whiskey and then went to the fridge for a beer instead, still watching Robin almost warily, trying to figure out what was going on. "Or there's always video games," he added with a note of amusement."
Robin rolled his eyes. "I don't do video games," he said. "If I want to kill something I'll go kill something." Actually he didn't really do TV either. But for some reason beyond his comprehension at the moment he didn't mind just being here with Thomas. He padded off into the bedroom, and returned a moment later out of his expensive suit, instead wearing a pair of Thomas' track pants and a tight black tshirt.
Thomas looked up as he heard Robin come back, licking his lips as he looked him over. That ensemble should not look that appealing, but somehow on Robin it did. He set his beer down and walked over to the shelves of movies he owned, back to Robin so he couldn't see Thomas' eyes. "What do you want to watch? And we should probably order dinner, any thoughts?" Any thoughts that didn't involve Thomas crossing the room and running his hands over the black fabric hugging Robin's body, that was.
Robin thought he caught a flash of pale light in Thomas' eyes before he turned away, but he steadfastly ignored it. "I suppose suggesting that we watch porn is out of the question," Robin said, sounding bored. "Though isn't that what one does when they're not having sex?" He paused by the table to pick up the phone. "And if this is the mood of the evening we're ordering pizza."
"Pizza works. I want jalapenos and sausage." Thomas moved to the porn section with a quiet snort; he should have known. "You really want to watch porn?" he asked, pulling a disc off of the shelf. Porn with his sister in it. That would at least keep him from getting too turned on.
"I do if you're not veto-ing the suggestion," said Robin. "But I cannot be held responsible for my inevitable biological reaction." He dialed the number for a pizza place and ordered an extra large pizza with jalapenos, sausage, and onions.
"Noted." Thomas smiled to himself and popped the disc into the player, then sprawled at one end of the couch and picked up his beer and the remote to start the movie once Robin was finished ordering dinner.
Robin finished ordering and then went to the fridge to get a beer himself before settling at the other end of the couch.
Thomas glanced at Robin with an enigmatic smile. "Ready?"
Robin rolled his eyes. "It's porn, Thomas, not the goddamn Mona Lisa."
"Hey, this porn was made by a family friend," Thomas replied as he hit play and settled back to watch, sipping his beer. "I've known Arturo for years."
It was not the worst porn setup that Robin had ever seen, and at least the first girl showing up, a cute little blond number, was not bad. And neither was the rather beefy guy joining her. Robin took a sip of his beer and tried not to squirm.
Thomas wore a fond smile as he watched, waiting for Lara's entrance. He didn't have to wait long, and as soon as his sister appeared on the screen, his gaze shifted to Robin to watch his reaction, to see if he caught the family resemblance. The odds were about even, depending on how much attention to the details Robin was paying at this point.
Robin had seen a lot of porn in his day, and the woman that suddenly walked onto the screen was ten miles above any actress he'd ever seen. "Aphrodite's tits, who the fuck is that?" As if Thomas might have the casting credits for all of his pornography memorized.
Ah, but that question was easy for Thomas to answer. "That...is Lara Romany," he remarked with an amused smirk, watching his sister undress without any discomfort whatsoever. It wasn't like he'd never seen it, and he could even admit that Lara was incredibly beautiful.
Robin didn't react at all until she was done taking off her clothes (some things should not be interrupted), but then his gaze snapped to Thomas. She was perfect. Too perfect. And her name was Lara. "Please tell me you're not showing me pornography starring your sister." He paused. "No, why am I saying that. Please tell me you're showing me pornography starring your sister. I knew I liked you."
Thomas inclined his head. "That's her," he answered, smiling wryly. "In the flesh. All of it." He glanced at the screen briefly, then went back to watching Robin.
Robin's eyes were glued to the screen. "Jesus fuck. What a way to go."
Thomas snorted quietly and took a healthy swallow from his bottle of beer. "Yeah, yeah. I know," he murmured. "She's gorgeous. It runs in the family." And while the sight of Lara writhing against another woman didn't do much of anything for him, the desire coming off of Robin did. He pulled his knees up to his chest and kept nursing his beer, forcing his gaze to stay on the screen instead of the puck.
Robin had told Thomas that he couldn't be held responsible for any natural biological reactions, and the erection tenting the track pants was proof enough of that. "Please," said Robin, his voice a little low, "Tell me this is a family business."
And that was why Thomas was doing his best not to keep looking at Robin, but he could feel his arousal, taste it. He didn't answer Robin's pseudo-question beyond a glance toward his video collection and a tight-lipped smirk, but he had a feeling that some day soon, Robin would insist on watching the porno he was in. Ego boost or not, the thought was a little embarrassing.
On the television, Lara began to perform oral sex on the blonde girl, who was moaning and writhing like she'd never felt anything so good in her entire life. And Robin, again having seen his fair share of pornography, was pretty sure it wasn't an act. And the way that Lara's body moved - it was like a work of art in motion. No wonder the well-hung man who'd been hanging around earlier decided to come join them. He got instantly hard when he touched Lara, and Robin groaned.
Thomas inhaled softly, getting pretty damn hard himself as Robin's arousal seemed to fill the air around him. He closed his eyes to hide the silvery giveaway and pinched his nose, sighing. "She's going to eat you alive," he muttered. "And you're going to let her."
"Don't worry, kitten," Robin murmured, "you're hotter than she is. She's just dirtier."
Thomas stretched out a leg to kick Robin gently in the thigh. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked with a smile, his eyes still light grey, but without the silvery shimmer.
"I can tell she actually wants to eat me," Robin said, still watching the screen. The man had just started fucking her, an expression of utter ecstasy on his face.
"...Ah." Fair enough. That was certainly one area where Thomas couldn't compete with Lara, nor did he want to. He tucked his legs up against his body again, toying with the beer bottle absently as he watched his sister get fucked, knowing that her eyes wouldn't open during the scene, not at this point. Nothing to give away her non-human status beyond the sheer flawlessness of her beauty, her pale skin--and the reaction of her costars to her, but that was hard to tell from this side. The Raiths were /made/ for pornography, really. One take was all that was needed, and the sex and the lust looked amazing and real--because it was.
"Jesus I can't believe it's Harry that you have all the sexual tension with when you've got her on the other side of your family," Robin said absently. Hell, he barely even noticed when he slid a hand down to cover his cock through the pants.
"Oh, shut up," Thomas grumbled, kicking him a little harder for that one. "I grew up with Lara. Besides..." He trailed off as his eyes were drawn to Robin touching himself, and he swallowed and adjusted his own quickly-becoming-too-tight pants a little before continuing, "I could never trust her like that." And what did it matter who he had sexual tension with? It wasn't like he was any more likely to sleep with Harry than with Lara.
"Mmm," agreed Robin, clearly not paying much attention to what he was saying. His hand slid inside the pants. "So on a scale of one to ten, how dead would I be if I were in bed with both of you at once?"
Thomas scowled and picked up the remote, bouncing it off of Robin's shoulder. "How the hell did I end up with someone even more depraved than my family?" he muttered under his breath.
If Robin hadn't been in his rather distracted state he might have taken note of the troubling phrase 'end up with' but as it was, he barely even registered the remote hitting him. "If this is wrong I don't want to be right," he sighed as he watched the man fucking Lara shudder and come on her perfectly arched back.
Thomas sighed and adjusted himself again, teeth clenched as he resisted the urge to close the distance between him and Robin. "I'm starting to think the porn was a really bad idea," he remarked in a strained voice, watching Robin's hand moving inside his pants, aching to do the same.
"Oh, I knew all along it was," Robin said. "I was pretty surprised you suggested it, given how understanding and compromising I was being." He sighed again and started moving his hand a little more surely. "Jesus."
"You suggested it. I just didn't veto it." Thomas groaned softly and licked his lips, paying far more attention to Robin than the screen. "Ah, fuck," he whispered finally, undoing his pants and letting his legs fall open as he slipped his hand inside.
Robin's gaze slipped from the television to Thomas. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "And just think, if you were a little less concerned about my well being, you could have my lips wrapped around your cock right now."
"Ohhh, don't do that," Thomas whispered, breathless, his eyes drifting closed as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke. "Please..."
"What? Make you hard?" Robin's voice was low and a little rough. "Tell me this, Thomas. Is it because you're hungry, or because you're horny?"
Thomas meant more don't make him want to pounce Robin, but he didn't bother clarifying. "You have to ask?" he groaned, arching into his hand a little. "You keep me pretty well-fed."
"But I'm not feeding you now... am I." Robin watched him, and reached into pants and pulled out his own cock, now swollen and already carrying a bead of moisture at the tip. "Right now I'm just making you hot."
Thomas licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Robin's cock. "You do that a lot," he answered, voice thick with arousal. He dragged his eyes from Robin's cock to meet his eyes. "It's not usually about the Hunger."
"It's not?" Robins hand slid over his cock and he let his legs fall farther apart, eyes dropping closed as well. He wasn't interested in the television anymore. Just the sound of Thomas' voice saying he wanted him. "Tell me what you would do to me if you could."
Okay, they were coming back to the other topic in a minute, but right now Thomas just concentrated on the slow slide of his fingers on his cock, the sight of Robin, and fulfilling his request. "I would straddle you, kiss you until you were breathless, replace your hand with mine, tease you until you begged for my mouth..." His breathing sped up along with his hand, his eyes drifting closed again for a few moments, then opening. He couldn't not look at Robin like that, after all. It was just too hot to miss.
Robin groaned softly, and his hand too sped up. "Beg you? Yes. Suck me, Thomas. God, please suck me. I want to fuck your mouth..." Then his eyes flew open and his lips parted. "Fuck. You don't have to be that far away." If Thomas was jerking off too, he wanted to see it. He wanted to feel it.
Thomas stifled a moan. "...'Against my better judgement' is one of your favorite phrases, isn't it?" he growled, but he stretched, pulling his pants off, and scooted closer to Robin--but not close enough that his skin was touching Robin's. His hand faltered for a moment as he repositioned, then resumed stroking, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Robin's hand, adjusting his pace to match.
Robin licked his lips again, watching Thomas. "God you're a gorgeous sight." His breath turned a touch shallow and he added, "I don't think I'm really living up to my reputation of depraved. Shall I go go get a dildo? Or... ugh... one of us should be on our knees. Your choice." He was honestly ambivalent, imagining the splash of come against his skin, or Thomas' pretty face... shudder.
It all sounded good to Thomas, but-- "Well, you were the one that wanted to suck me off, so..." He smiled, a salacious, seductive smile, and said in a commanding voice, "On your knees, puck."
If there was any question of how Robin felt about that suggestion, his cock twitched visibly at the words - fuck, more the tone than the words. He stood and stripped off the shirt, stepped out of the pants, and slid to his knees in front of Thomas, looking up at him with hungry eyes and parted lips.
Thomas sucked in a sharp breath as he looked down at Robin. His free hand moved toward him of its own volition, though he managed to pull back with only a light brush of fingertips over Robin's cheek. He unbuttoned his shirt but left it on, hanging open as he spread his legs wide, his thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-come that had gathered there before he resumed stroking, slowly licking his lips. "Yeah...just like that," he breathed, his eyes blazing silver as he watched Robin, though the hunger on his face was stronger than the Hunger.
Robin slid a hand down and kept stroking his own cock as well as he watched Thomas. "Fuck yes," he whispered. "Fuck yes, Thomas. I love the way you want me." That sounded familiar. "I love the way you look at me. I want to watch you come."
"I love to watch you," Thomas murmured in answer, speeding his hand up as he scooted lower, bringing his cock closer to Robin. "You want to watch me come? Then make me." He gritted his teeth, aiming his cock at Robin's face. "Make me so hot I can't not come." Not that Robin wasn't doing a pretty damn good job of that already.
Robin's hungry gaze focused on the perfect, gorgeous cock so close to him. "Do you want me to tell you how much I wish you were fucking me right now?" he said, his voice low and rough. "How much I love your cock. How much I love the way you feel inside me. How I love it when you look at me like you want to devour me. How I love the way your hands feel on my skin. How I love your tongue in my ass, your lips around my cock. How much I'm going to love the feeling of your come soaking into my skin."
"Yesss...." Thomas groaned, rocking his hips into his hand, the sound of Robin saying all of that like a caress all of its own. "F-fuck. Robin..." he panted, his body tensing as he got close, closer, and then came with a hoarse cry, keeping his cock aimed at Robin and his eyes open so he could watch this as he kept pumping his fist along his length through his orgasm, watching it spatter on Robin's face. He wanted dirty, after all.
Robin closed his eyes just in time, even though he would have liked to have seen the look on Thomas' face. He felt the warm splatter and heard the groan, and a little whimper escaped him as well before his tongue darted out to lick at some of the saltiness near his lips.
Thomas slumped against the couch, catching his breath and watching Robin. "I love how insane you make me," he panted, and then he sat forward and kissed Robin hungrily, tasting himself on Robin's lips, on his tongue, groaning into the kiss.
The kiss felt amazing. Robin wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck and kissed him so hungrily. His cock was still throbbing with need, and desire flashed through him, desire for Thomas to touch him, to make him come.
Thomas whimpered as he saw what Robin wanted, and even though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't deny him. He slid to the edge of the couch, straddling Robin's legs as his hand found Robin's cock and stroked, hard and fast, never breaking the kiss as his other hand buried itself in Robin's hair, clenching a fistful of curls to keep Robin's mouth pressed tight to his.
Robin made a keening sound as he bucked into Thomas' hand, white hot pleasure pouring over him, the kiss the only thing keeping him from screaming when he came.
Thomas squeezed his eyes tightly closed, clamping down on his demon as much as he could, though of course he couldn't keep it from feeding altogether. Not with waves of ecstasy like that pouring into him. He gentled his mouth against Robin's and let his hand slow to a stop before releasing his cock, a little giddy.
Robin damn near sank into a puddle, leaning against Thomas' knees, resting his head in his lap. He felt dirty and sated and amazing.
Thomas stroked his hand lightly over Robin's hair, closing his eyes as his breathing returned to normal. He'd feel weak and stupid and guilty later; right now, he was just going to enjoy the moment, despite the soundtrack of the porno still running as background noise.
Robin had actually completely forgotten about the porno. He kissed Thomas' knee.
"I knew you couldn't resist me," he murmured.
Thomas sighed, continuing to stroke Robin's hair. "I should have," he said quietly. But Robin was right; he found the puck impossible to resist most of the time.
"That was so hot," Robin continued, ignoring him. "God I love it when you get all dommy."
Thomas chuckled softly and sank back against the couch, his hand stilling, just resting on Robin's hair. "So do I," he murmured dreamily, and as he said it he realized it was true. Dominating Robin gave him a thrill that had nothing to do with his demon, nothing to do with feeding Robin's fantasies. It was something he enjoyed.
"I should probably take a shower," Robin sighed, making it clear he didn't really want to.
"And I really shouldn't join you," Thomas murmured. Especially since the pizza guy would be here soon. Oh, and also because he was supposed to be NOT feeding on Robin.
"Mmmmm..." It sounded like Robin liked that idea more. "My tongue in your ass while you get all clean?"
Thomas shuddered, groaning softly. "Go take your shower," he said, swatting Robin lightly on the shoulder. "This doesn't change anything. I still need to stop feeding on you until after the party." For real, this time.
Robin rolled his eyes but didn't complain, pulling himself to his feet. He wiped at a spot on his face and then slid his finger into his mouth, smiling suggestively at Thomas before going back to the bedroom.
Thomas grumbled under his breath about damn irresistible pucks as he found his pants and pulled them on, leaving them undone as he slumped on the couch to wait for the doorman to let him know the delivery was here. It gave him time to try to figure out how in the hell he was supposed to resist Robin for the rest of the week.
It was a long shower as far as they went, and when Robin finally emerged he was wearing Thomas' robe and drying his hair with a towel. He could smell pizza. "Oh, thank Zeus. I'm starving."
"Of course you are. You're a creature of many appetites, just like me," Thomas observed wryly after he swallowed the bite of pizza he'd just taken. He was back in the corner of the couch, the porn was turned off, and he had a fresh beer. He also needed a shower, but food first.
Robin picked up a piece of pizza and eyed the dripping oil suspiciously. "Maybe I should have waited to shower until after dinner."
Thomas rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It's good. Eat it while it's still hot." He looked at Robin for a moment and then added, "Did you really think I only wanted to fuck you to feed?"
Robin looked back at him. "Did you think I only wanted to fuck you to feel the demon?"
Thomas hadn't expected Robin to turn the tables on him like that. "...Nooo," he answered slowly, but he wasn't sure how true the answer was. It was hard to say how much his sexual partners wanted him for him and how much of it was because sex with a White Court vampire was amazing, beyond belief.
Robin snorted. "I'm just saying, it goes both ways on the using and not-using, sugar." He took a huge bite of the pizza.
Thomas shrugged. "You just seemed surprised when I said it's usually not about the Hunger," he explained, going back to his food.
"So is that why you want to switch it off?" Robin asked, and it was actually a serious question, for once. "Is that why you tried out that bracelet? And by the way, your brother is a dick." He couldn't help that last part, not after Harry's little tantrum at his dealership, even though he'd never mentioned it to Thomas.
Thomas picked a piece of sausage off of his pizza and ate it, sighing a little. "I want to be able to have sex that really is just about sex." He looked up and added, "If it had worked, I wouldn't have to worry about keeping my hands off of you until this weekend. And what did he do now?" The last was asked in a resigned tone.
"If you were able to have sex that's just sex you'd be cuddling up with what's-her-name and I'd be out on my ass," Robin muttered before he could help himself.
Thomas frowned. "I wouldn't kick you out," he said quietly. Though he didn't comment on the other part, because if he could touch Justine? Yeah, that's probably where he'd be.
Robin rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him. "Well we can get twin beds."
"Don't be ridiculous. Anyway, it didn't work, so it's a moot point." Thomas reached for his beer and took a drink.
"Right," said Robin, and mirrored Thomas' movement in reaching for his own beer. He still hadn't said anything about Harry, for some reason he didn't really want to talk about it. Maybe because he'd defended himself in a way that hadn't made him entirely comfortable.
Oh, but Thomas hadn't forgotten Robin's comment, and when the discussion about Justine seemed to be finished he asked again. "What did Harry do to be a dick?"
Robin sighed. "He showed up at my workplace to grill me about you, and didn't like the answers he got, so he was a dick, and left. All there is to it."
Thomas sat up straight at that, frowning. "About me? What the hell was he asking you about me?"
Robin groaned. "I don't want to talk about Harry, Thomas. I don't know. He's trying to fix the bracelet I guess. He wanted to know what happened when you tried the other one."
Thomas scowled and slumped again. "I told him not to bother, damn him," he grumbled.
"Yeah, and clearly he likes to, you know, listen. Anyway, like I said, he's a dick. And it takes one to know one."
Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated by the way Harry and Robin continued to butt heads over everything and nothing, and less than thrilled by Harry continuing to meddle after he'd been told not to. "Fine. We'll drop it," he muttered, tossing the paper plate with the last third of his pizza slice remaining onto the coffee table in favor of drinking more beer.
"Also he's fucking ungrateful," Robin muttered before taking another bite of pizza.
Thomas shot him a glare. "Good job of dropping it," he murmured before falling silent, musing as he stared at the brown beer bottle dangling from his fingers.
This time Robin really did drop it. He shoved another bite of pizza in his mouth to ensure it.
Thomas took a swig from the bottle and then said quietly, "So. Any suggestions on how to get through the next few days without me feeding on you?"
Robin shrugged. "I could always go home."
"But then how could I be your bodyguard?" Thomas asked with a wry smile, hiding the stab of panic those words had caused.
"I'm sure I could survive a couple of days," Robin said, trying to sound confident about that. "It's not as if you've been with me every second."
Thomas shook his head faintly. "I don't like it," he replied in a low voice. "I'll just have to keep my hands off of you, that's all. Even you're not irresistible," he finished with a smirk.
Robin snorted. "If I didn't know how much it would upset you, I'd take that as a challenge."
Thomas smiled at him, taking a deep breath as he fought off the urge to close the distance between them and kiss Robin--just that, nothing more. He gave a small shake of his head at such a...romantic notion. "Please don't," he answered, still smiling as he leaned over to pick up his pizza again.
Robin hadn't stopped to think how that might have seemed, that he cared so much about Thomas' feelings, apparently. He still didn't stop to think about it. He didn't answer either, just picked up the beer again and chugged a good bit of it before sinking onto the couch. "Let's watch a real movie this time," he said. "Something with explosions."
"Sounds good," Thomas replied, setting his beer aside and continuing to eat his pizza as he wandered to the DVD collection to pick out something suitably explosive, tucking a particular DVD back behind the others while he was there. He popped a disc into the player and came back to the couch, choosing to sit near Robin this time rather than on the opposite end of the couch.