raith_rogue | For Robin: In the days after

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For Robin: In the days after

Thomas had given Robin some space after helping him get free of Lara's clutches. As amazing as the sex itself would have been, and Thomas had no doubt that it had, it had also been against his will, with the intent to break his will, in fact. And that wouldn't be easily moved beyond, especially by Robin.

But there was giving him space, and there was being ignored by him. When nearly the entire week had passed, and Robin hadn't called, hadn't texted, hadn't stopped by, Thomas decided he'd had enough space. Ignoring what had happened wouldn't fix things, and neither would ignoring him.

He passed off his last appointment of the day to Monique when she had a cancellation and drove directly to Robin's car lot, knowing that was the most likely place to catch him. He pulled his sleek white sportscar into one of the empty spaces in front of the building, looking around the lot for Robin as he pulled in.

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"What do you have in mind?" Thomas asked, mostly to keep the conversation going, to try to get things back to normal between them.

"Well first of all," said Robin, "ditch the white. You're about as subtle as a kick to the head. Dark blue, I think. And we have a convertible that would kick this car's ass in a race."

Thomas glanced over. "I like white." It was a vanity thing, he knew, but the Raiths drove white cars. The thought of owning a dark blue car just...felt wrong.

"Of course you do," Robin said dryly. "Well, think about it." He slumped down a little in the seat and closed his eyes. Thomas knew the way to his place.

"I will." And he would, although he wasn't interested in replacing his car just yet. He'd meant it when he said it would probably get smashed up sooner rather than later. That was just what happened to his cars since Harry had become a part of his life.

He glanced over at Robin and remained silent for the rest of the ride, not interested in pushing conversation if Robin wasn't. He pulled into the parking complex and parked the car before he looked over again, smiling faintly.

Robin looked over at Thomas. "You look like a nervous prom date," he said before snapping his seat belt off, opening the door, and climbing out.

Thomas' smile disappeared and he sighed softly as he undid his seatbelt and got out, locking the car behind him. He wasn't sure what to expect from Robin right now, and he hated it. It left him straining for things to say, how to behave.

God, he needed a drink.

Robin walked toward the lobby, glancing over his shoulder at Thomas. "My ass looks great in these pants, right?"

Thomas looked at Robin's ass, considering. "Definitely. But not as great as it'll look out of them," he replied with a smirk.

"Oh, that's always true," Robin said breezily as they swept into the building and past the doorman, into the elevator.

Thomas chuckled and followed him in, standing close as the doors closed and the elevator began rising. He glanced at Robin out of the corner of his eye and then brushed his hand lightly over said ass.

Robin's tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he looked over his shoulder at Thomas as the elevator climbed.

"Missed me did you."

"A little," Thomas admitted in a purr, resisting the urge to kiss him. He'd wait until they were safely in Robin's apartment, first. Then he'd kiss him.

The elevator doors dinged open and Robin strode purposely out, pulling out his key to unlock the door, and walking inside.

"Want a drink or something?" he asked.

"Have I ever answered that question with a no?" Thomas replied with a quiet snort, closing the door behind him and following Robin to the bar, pressing his body against Robin's back as he leaned in to nuzzle his neck.

Despite himself, Robin let out a quiet little sight at that, and leaned back a bit into the touch. He'd barely connected with anyone in the past week. He'd never tell Thomas, but he actually hadn't had much interest in sex at all.

Thomas slid his arms around Robin's waist, nuzzling and kissing his neck lightly. "Mmm...what are we drinking?" he murmured. He'd missed touching Robin like this more than he'd admit. It hadn't been that long, he shouldn't have been craving it as much as he was.

"I have a nice bottle of pinot noir..." Robin murmured, enjoying the weight of Thomas against him, the feeling of lips against skin. It seemed silly that he'd been uneasy, even if he was still feeling it, a little.

His body didn't seem to have any hang-ups whatsoever though, a shiver of desire going through him just from the intimacy of the moment.

"Sounds good," Thomas whispered, smiling faintly as he felt the shiver. He let his tongue trace a line up the side of Robin's neck to his ear, then nibbled at his earlobe with a soft sigh of pleasure, his desire kindling from the taste and smell of Robin's skin, the warmth of him.

That shiver of desire suddenly sparked into something much stronger.

Much stronger, so much so that Robin, attuned to the feeling now, could recognize it as something not entirely natural.

He jerked away from Thomas abruptly.

Thomas blinked a few times, too startled to react at first. "...What?" he asked, trying to bury the hurt in his voice under confusion. There was enough of it, hopefully.

Robin might have felt bad about the look on Thomas' face if he wasn't too busy feeling like shit already.

"Look, is there any way you can... not do that?"

"Do what? Kiss you?" Thomas asked, still not getting why Robin had reacted like that. He took a step back, brow furrowed.

"Not the kissing, the..."

Robin felt like an idiot.

"The power. I can feel it. You making me want you more."

Thomas stiffened, his face going expressionless. "No. I can't not do that," he replied flatly. "It's not something I can control." Fuck.

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