psychoshenanigans | GRATIA // PSL

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GRATIA // PSL

"The Archive", as people call it, is the single-greatest collection of written information in all of Skeleton City. It is a massive, multi-leveled cylindrical chamber filled with concentric rings of tall, imposing shelves made from wood, metal, and occasionally, the cave walls themselves. Large platforms are suspended on stone bridges above and below the main level, allowing for study spaces and the occasional, separated collection. The space is hushed, as these spaces usually are, with most of the sounds of shuffling feet or conversation reduced to muffled background static between the rows of soft binding and thin parchment. High up in the ceiling is a large, back-lit, stained-glass window, which casts the entire chamber in dim, gently-shifting colors.

Despite all this, it's actually rather boring. There are very few actual books in this library, and most of those are recently-written biographies, historical accounts, philosophical texts, or extremely repetitive business ledgers. The rest of the space is taken up by scrolls, loose files, and what amount to simple index cards. A significant chunk of the Archive is taken up by identification records and police procedural. You could probably look up any recorded crime from any day in the past three decades, but good luck finding simple field guide or a scrap of poetry. The only people who frequent this building are religious scholars, hired detectives, and the spies who actually know how to read.

There are treasures to be found, of course, interesting folk stories or old books that have been lovingly hand-copied by someone onto a six-part series of scrolls, but the effort is not worth the prize for very long. The Archive also has a significant lack of information regarding magic or the existence of monsters, which is why it has taken Robin so long to find anything even remotely relevant to his current plight.

He's still where Tek left him, tucked into a desk near the edge of the room, mostly out-of-sight of the main walking paths but not so hidden away that he couldn't be wandered-upon by another visitor. At this point he's amassed several stacks of old-looking articles, genealogy charts, and weathered journals, and has slowly progressed from sitting like a human to hunching over some written account with his legs crossed and his head propped up by a gloved hand.

He hasn't found the answer he was looking for. He has some ideas, vague scraps of information that he could scrape together into a cover story... But if worse comes to worse, he'll be going up against someone almost as smart as he is, so vague ideas will only buy him time. They won't fix the problem.

The big... dragon-shaped, magic-using, monster-attracting problem.

He's not actually confident on the causality of that last one, but his research into that has not gone much better than his research into a new cover story. He's very wrapped up in his own busy thoughts by the time his aforementioned problem comes looking for him.

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He does love it. Robin can feel it in the subtleties of the dragon's body language. Just a little lazier and more forward as Robin feeds him little bits of what he wants.

He dresses it up like compromise. "I don't know about you, but it feels like my eyes couldn't focus on another word if they tried... What about a break first?"

And then they can diligently get back to work, of course. He bumps Robin's knee again--much more companionable and coaxing this time--with the leg trapped between both of his.

Oh, the familiar pang of regret. Too little and too late, he realizes that he literally has no choice, and that if he seriously wants to finish his reading, he'd have to give up something he cares about a lot more... Someone paying attention to him.

He might have been able to muster up a shred of self-control, say, a month ago, but the dragon's recent exploits with a certain, slimy individual have left him more wanting for Tek's undivided attention than usual. He'd be skipping out on much-needed reassurance if he told Tek to fuck off now.

So... after a tortured pause, he sighs again, uncrossing his legs under the guise of stretching them for the first time in an hour. Well, maybe not so much a guise. They really were starting to get stiff.

"Here I am, trying to keep you out of trouble..." He can't let this go without some griping, saving face as if there was actually something to save. "...And you can't make it one more hour."

His smirk is back, of course.

"Does that meant you don't want a break? You looked so serious, I thought it might be good for you."

With his victory now secured, he allows himself to look plainly triumphant, leaning in a little and letting his smirk spread wide across his face. He's free to push his luck as far as he can, now.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Oh, are you?"

Robin finally leans back in his chair to laugh in that bizarre way of his--because it blatantly isn't true, and the fact that Tek is wielding this insincerity like a knife is both insulting and thoroughly charming, the mix of which strikes him right where he's weak.

He folds his arms once the short laugh is out of his system, but he's given up significant ground at this point. It is a useless gesture.

"I suppose that if I looked serious, it must be worse than I thought."

At least he's still being cute about his pestering and gloating. In the space between them, Tek lowers his eyes to where he idly hooks an ankle around the back of one of Robin's legs and affects a look of wistfulness, as if he's distantly wishing they were closer together or were somewhere more comfortable. A falsely soft look, meant just for someone who knows exactly what he's really like.

"I just wanted to lift your spirits a little."

A smirk almost breaks through. He really must spend too much time around Robin.

If that had come from anyone else, Robin would have chuckled and then moved on without further thought. But a purposeful innuendo from Tek is like a shooting star--and Robin knows it, reacting with a startled cackle that's just a little too loud for a hushed and studious place like the Archives.

He's quick to try and cover his mouth with one of his gloved hands, but the damage is done. He can't even pretend to be mad anymore, with thoughts of his reading slipping away from him with every second that ticks by.

"Well, what kind of a monster would I be to refuse such a selfless gesture?"

A grin splits over his face as he holds his hand up for Tek, opening himself up for the other to come closer. That's not to say that Tek doesn't want something else, which occurs to him... but the invitation is the first impulse that comes to him all the same.

Ah, the final victory. That reptilian tongue that has been so hard to explain, that has already gotten him in so much trouble already, sticks out a little as he grins wide.

There's hardly a pause before he goes slinking forward, off the edge of the desk, sidling into Robin's lap.

He at least seems something close to genuinely happy about it. He's not just trying to cause trouble. There's a pleased hum, he's eager to get close and comfortable, and doesn't immediately do anything horrible once he's there. It's almost like he likes being there with him.

Some people have been seeing a lot of that forked tongue of his... but Robin still thinks of it as something of a novelty, and delights in the little motion almost as much as he delights in the feel of someone slinking into his lap.

He wants to kiss him, but since this whole situation has taken an amicable turn, and Tek gave him such a cute little line earlier, he wants to return the favor... He ignores his impulse just long enough to lean forward, sidling up against his friend and whispering conspiratorially in the other's ear.

"We are going to get into so much trouble."

This is practically a library, after all... They won't just get kicked out, they'll be banned from returning until further notice, which means that their very important research might get put on indefinite hiatus if they aren't careful.

And, well, Robin is pretty sure Tek isn't particular interested in being careful.

How sweet. Tek couldn't ask for anything better than that whisper in his ear right then. Robin puts an exact frame around Tek's favorite thing about this little encounter, highlighting everything that adds extra excitement to it, and he very much appreciates the gesture.

So, Robin doesn't have to neglect his impulses for long. Tek immediately rewards him by taking his face in his hands and kissing him first, eager and delighted.

Okay, so maybe Robin was never all that interested in continuing his research anyway.

Not with the way he kisses him back, smiling hard against the gesture and quickly finding somewhere comfortable for his hands to settle. The other's hips, maybe. Seems like a good place to start, with one gloved hand sliding down over his thigh in antsy anticipation.

This could be fun. When's the last time they had this kind of fun, huh?

Maybe it's not usual or normal to think about collateral damage every time you get close to someone, but Tek certainly does. He spends an intentional few moments hoping that they get in trouble at the best possible moment. He then follows that line of thought forward to imagine how far the news might go. He wonders if it could even get back to Tonic, and that thought gets a sudden smile pressing against Robin's mouth. Always thinking about one while with the other.

So, with the incentive to hurry, not wanting to be interrupted before they can really start having fun, Tek moves from Robin's mouth to his jawline--shifting gears as he begins to flick through the first few buttons of Robin's shirt and tug his collar open wide. He wants as much room as possible around his neck.

Normally, the demigod has a few more qualms about this sort of thing. Being in public, having to hurry... It just isn't his style, which has frustrated Tek on more than one occasion. But maybe being away from Tek for so long has opened him back up a little. Maybe the recent competition has made any freely-given affection from the dragon all the more valuable.

Robin can't help but remember that time, years ago, when they barely knew each other--but they did something like this, startling a city block and giving half the residents of a particular apartment building a very memorable show. It feels a little like that again.

Not the part where he'd been a rattling mess, no no no, and not the part where Tek had goaded him on... This is the feeling of the two of them being a little bit new, again. They're far from strangers, but maybe the many kinds of distances that have settled around them between their time in the Fleet and their time in this chair have given Robin a new appreciation for a partner he'd taken for granted for so long.

Or maybe this place just ticks him off enough that he'd fuck on their table and scandalize their clientele out of spite, who knows. Either way, Robin already seems to be having a lot more fun than he was before, humming happily to accompany the attention at his jaw. With is mouth free, he pulls one of his gloves off with his teeth, while his other hand takes up the comfortable position of Tek's furthest hip. Wouldn't want him to fall, after all.

He knows they've got, what, twenty minutes? Tops? So he doesn't waste time getting his now-ungloved hand under Tek's clothes, mostly to toy at the waistband of his pants. He's fine letting Tek drive, since he's the expert in this sort of situation... But the offer is there.

Whatever the reason is for Robin's enthusiasm this time, Tek is overjoyed at it. He hopes it's because of jealousy, but any reason for more appreciation of his whims is very much welcome.

Maybe the cooperation means more because he has known Robin long enough to be familiar with all of his usual hangups and quirks. Or maybe it's just a bigger, more exciting victory when he knows that he has finally worn someone down.

Either way, he communicates his pleasure with his teeth. There are all sorts of ways to bite someone, and the way that he hums and teases the points of his teeth over skin as he works his mouth down Robin's neck is nothing but encouraging. He squirms a little and holds a breath when Robin's fingers tickle over his side on his way underneath fabric, but he's quick to settle after that.

Anything to avoid discouraging the building excitement. A few more buttons down and Tek can get one appreciative hand under Robin's shirt, the other scritching nails along the back of his neck.

Robin is just as much a sucker for teeth at his neck as he's always been. Tek can feel the shiver go through him when he starts using nails, too. The sound that comes out of him is quiet, but certainly not the kind of thing you'd associate with studious reading.

He continues toying with Tek, fingers inching a little lower with every encouragement given, but... Something is holding him back. It'd be easy to imagine he's starting to have second thoughts about fooling around where anyone could stumble into him, but that isn't exactly the case.

"Hey..." There's an awful, conspiratorial smirk on his face when he says it, voice hushed, "What if I suck you off?"

There's a low sound in Tek's throat that seems enough like a growl that it could easily be interpreted as a no. And the way that the biting at Robin's neck turns sharper and more insistent is at least an attempt to get him to shut up.

However, very little else about the fickle dragon slows down or trips up. His body slinks closer to Robin in an encouraging way, one hand drags over the shapes of his chest, the other combs up into his hair in the way that Tek knows he likes.

Maybe he's hoping that they can both just move on, pretending that the subject hadn't even been brought up... but, if Robin continues to explore lower, he'll find that a certain change has occurred that really sends some mixed messages.

As if a meaner bite would ever be much of a deterrent... Robin just inhales sharply and laughs quietly and lifts his chin up for Tek to do that as much as he likes. Even with fingers in his hair and a warm body all over him, he has enough sense to recognize that hasn't gotten a no.

This has already gone a lot better than the last time he asked--his time in a different world with a different Tek notwithstanding--and he's grateful enough to finally reach down and give the other some attention below the waist, where he is surprised and delighted to find even more reason he might not have to rule out his proposal after all.

He has to do something to keep himself from laughing or making other, equally-loud noises of appreciation, so he bullies his way in to kiss and bite at the other's neck and collar to return the favor.

Though he has loosened up on the policy a little bit in recent years, it's still standard protocol that one must ask (or maybe attempt, if words are already being growled at) Tek at least twice about anything if they actually want to receive an answer. It's a test to make sure that they really want what they're looking for. And, in some cases, it gives Tek time to warm up to the idea of answering them at all.

This situation is probably similar. While he begins to indulgently writhe in Robin's lap, trades biting for breathing as Robin mouths his neck, he can take time to weigh his pros and cons and make all of his various judgments.

Because it has been a long time since Robin had last asked. And as he starts to run things through his usual checks and balances... he can't help but think about how very far away those things have all gotten. There's a certain heady delight when he realizes how much less he cares now. He'd run into the same thing during his exploits with the human clothier--with how many worlds away he is from where he'd started, maybe there are things that simply don't apply anymore. It is a very attractive thought.

For a couple of minutes, Robin just basks in the fact that he has a dragon slowly writhing in his lap while he's giving them a handjob. When they're finally found out, he hopes that whoever finds them at least has enough good sense to be jealous. Part of him is already thinking of where they might be able to continue, after they get thrown out of the Archive...

But if he wants to capitalize on his partner's distinct lack of refusal, he's got to move quickly. Any moment now, one of the many footsteps in the room around them will stop just long enough to hear them and, from there, there won't be a lot of time for convincing anyone to do anything.

As soon as he starts to feel like he's pushing his luck for time, he sits up, leans forward, nudging back at Tek. It's a signal for the other to move back, though it seconds as a grateful shifting of his hips for a little more contact.

It doesn't matter exactly what either of them might want to do from here on out, moving backward is an excellent idea. Just about when the dragon is getting restless for more something, Robin is giving the signal to shift gears.

At the very, very least, Tek can really get his hands on Robin if they move. Grinning and breathy, he doesn't hesitate to slide back from his partner, bracing his hands back on the desk so that he can hoist himself up to sit on the edge of it. Papers get pushed to the side; things get jostled. It's just a small sound, but it adds to the rush of a ticking clock looming over them.

From there, he can reach for Robin and usher him aimlessly closer. He can kiss him, bite his lip, reach down and return at least some of the attention that Robin had just been lavishing him with, before whatever is going to happen next.

Since he's apparently given up on his research, he might as well add to the chaos. He isn't particularly careful as he moves in on Tek, closing the distance and bodily pressing his friend back against the desk. He can't help it if there's a very welcome touch distracting him from the pile of papers he sends spilling over the side of the desk and onto the floor next to them.

He snatches up one on the way, though, a smooth motion in their peripheral. It's easy to miss. The paper is small, and there are a lot of other things going on. But he tucks it into a back pocket and starts undoing the front of Tek's pants a moment later, so it's obviously not that high a priority on his list.

Ah, here comes somebody to finally see what all the noise is about. He can sense a body suddenly changing course, walking between bookshelves in their distinct direction. He runs his hands over Tek's length while he 'listens'--a couple of others have stopped, too. Their playtime is almost up.

No room to double-check or second guess. With only a breathy laugh to break off their kiss, Robin suddenly drops to one knee and takes him in his mouth, determined to give the dragon the first and best blowjob he'll ever receive in such a hurried period of time.

There have been many visits like this, of course, because tongues are wonderful things. He's never had a problem with that. It's just the thought of it being the main event that he has been so hung up on for all these years. He'd had his various reasons for the opinion, of course--but the stars are all aligning in this moment to turn each of those reasons around into exactly why this time is so perfect.

On the poetic side of things, this moment is an illustration of all the things that have changed since Tek had first been ripped away from everything he had ever known and thrown into what has become years and worlds of unexpected and new.

And on the other side, it's just gross and wrong and he is so very much into that right now.

The fact that they are about to have an audience definitely adds to it. He pulls in a deep, appreciative breath until his ribs stretch--mostly to keep from immediately groaning out into the mostly-undisturbed silence. He wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for whoever is heading their way. He wants every last second that he can get away with before the big reveal.

Compulsively, he drags his fingers through Robin's hair instead--rough and adoring. For the first time since they'd met, Tek wants him to stay right where he's at and not hurry away to something else. He can stay right there and win, for once.

Robin knows it's pretty stupid to have any profound feelings about sucking someone's dick, but he can't help it. Tek's has always been a subject both personal and complicated to him, and it got even more complicated when he met him in that Other Place. He remembers what those times were like, and a part of him is surprised at his own relief when what they're doing here feels nothing like that.

So it isn't that difficult to really lose himself in the moment after that, letting himself drown in the feeling of rough fingers in his hair, the taste of him in his mouth, whatever sounds he elicits from the other and whatever low groans unknowingly tumble out of him.

He almost doesn't hear the gasp as someone turns the corner and finds two men breaking several rules with shameless enthusiasm. The only indication that Robin even knows they've been caught is that he slows down enough to chuckle, almost a low hum, before getting a breath and continuing his good work.

There's an art to this, you know. When you've spent so many decades scandalizing innocent people and violating public places, you learn a lot about how to do things right. It's never a sure thing, of course--that's kind of the whole point--but certain patterns emerge after a while.

If you're lucky, the first person to happen across the scene won't be of the sort that are paid to stop these kinds of things. Even if it's someone who happens to have a personal stake in whatever property is being disgraced, there is always that pause where they must decide if stepping forward and interrupting is worth the risk. It buys time, at the very least.

So, in the midst of eagerly sinking into the warmth and heady sensation of Robin's mouth working over him, Tek opens his eyes when he hears a gasp. He would love to see the face of their hapless intruder, see what sort of person is having their day ruined, try to guess exactly how long it will take them to act, or leave, or stare, or find someone else to hand the problem over to.

And he grins. His eyes are only open to blissed-out slits, but he grins right at them, clearly showing that he is undaunted by the fact that he has been discovered. If anything, by the way that his breathing is only growing heavier by the moment, he might love the fact that they're watching.

It's their move. Fingers winding more insistently into his partner's hair, it looks like he has absolutely no intention of leaving until he's done here.

The unfortunate soul who has stumbled upon their unspeakable act is a waifish young woman with thick bangs and even thicker spectacles--exactly the kind of look you would expect from someone who chooses to spend their time here despite being under the age of 40. To further illustrate, her face pales first, then turns a bright shade of red as the dragon fixes her with a grin.

She squeaks, and then makes herself scarce, hurrying in the opposite direction as fast as her mortification will allow.

Robin groans appreciatively; it might have something to do with Tek's enthusiasm for destroying other people's lives, but it could just as easily be because of the fingers in his hair.

Hurrying has never been Tek's way of doing things--skipping certain early steps that he considers superfluous, maybe, but not hurrying toward an obvious end-goal without more of an indulgent production around it. He also has never been into one-sided experiences. It helps that Robin seems to enjoy this sort of thing an inordinate amount, allowing Tek to consider this at least halfway reciprocatory, but it wouldn't normally be enough to convince him.

No, he's focusing on the bigger picture here. This is the first part of an encounter that he fully intends to continue after they're interrupted here, and whatever happens between now and the ultimate resolution is just going to be part of the game.

He's a little surprised at how much he likes the idea, honestly. It's just scandalous, drawn-out, and complicated enough to strike the perfect chord with him.

With that thought in mind, he's going to make sure that Robin knows exactly how much much fun he's having. He's not exactly trying to rush things along, but his fingers do tighten a little more aggressively in Robin's hair. A purr is finally drumming up between each breath. He's having a harder time holding still and letting Robin do all the work. He's just expressing enthusiasm.

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