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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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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.

And honestly, enthusiasm is the greatest compliment he could have given. Robin knows full-well how badly this could have gone. The fact that Tek is not just indulging him, but actually enjoying him? This is practically love.

The only thing he regrets now is that they have to stop. He would have loved to have seen this little act through to the end. Almost in defiance, he slides his hands up to hold Tek's hips down against the table as the hurried footsteps of the Archive guards come winding closer to them. Robin doesn't do it with any real insistence, just enough to hint at something rougher.

"Excuse me, sir--" Comes the voice of a young man from down the row of bookcases. His authoritative voice has only a hint of uncertainty in it as he approaches. "Sirs--"

Robin nearly sighs, moving his face away from Tek just enough to wipe at his mouth with the back of his ungloved hand. He glances over to see who's come to interrupt them--and then looks surprised.

"Oh," exclaims a lighter, more effeminate voice from further down the hallway, "For fuck's sake."

"Oh, hey," is all that Robin says in return.

Tek is absolutely taking that tiny hint of aggression as a promise for later. It's what keeps his growl of annoyance at only a quiet grumble when the guards succeed at interrupting them, and it allows him to take the rest in stride.

Robin might know the difference, be able to guess at the vengeful scheming that could be going on in Tek's head as Robin's attention is pulled away from him, but by all other accounts, he hardly seems bothered by this turn of events. He's got his weight braced easily back on one hand, while the other continues to linger affectionately in his partner's hair. When he sighs and finally turns his attention to follow Robin's down the aisle, he regards the approaching guards as if they're only casual visitors happening by.

He lounges and waits and does not look at all like someone who is about to be forced to disengage from his fun.

Now that he's recognized them, Robin regards their interruption with little more than a bored look, as if he could simply wait for them to disappear and then go back to what he was doing.

The guard closest to them is built like a small refrigerator. What he lacks in height, he makes up for with broad shoulders and intimidating, deep-set eyes. Couple that with his well-kept, no-nonsense beard, and it makes perfect sense that he's found employment within the Police Guard.

He is looking between Robin and the second guard with growing confusion, however. The second guard catches up, revealing a taller individual with a thin, angular face and long, pale blond hair, buzzed short to one side. They also have sunken-looking eyes, but that's more a result of a pale complexion mixed with a classic lack of sleep. Both guards are wearing variations of the pale grey uniform that Tek will have come to recognize, and the taller one is very clearly armed with a sword at their hip.

This person addresses Robin directly, paying their partner no mind and scowling with mild-to-moderate disgust.

"Really, Robin? In the Archive?"

"You sound like you aren't happy to see me, Jules." Robin remarks, somehow finding a way to lean his elbow on the table and casually prop up his face.

"Wait... You're Robin?" The shorter man exclaims with with no shortage of skepticism, frowning deeply into his beard. He looks over Robin for a moment, until his face twists into one of obvious disgust as he starts looking over Tek instead.

"This is--" The blond one is nearly close enough to get in and pull Tek and Robin apart before their attention is suddenly averted elsewhere, towards the other end of the line of bookcases. "--Hey, get out of here! Show's over!"

A few nosy and curious individuals had started congregating at the end of the hall to see what all the commotion was about--but most of them scatter once a uniformed guard starts shouting at them. Robin sighs deeply, turning to look up at Tek from where he still kneeling in front of him.

"I suppose our fun is over now, friend..."

But his lips quirk up into a smirk as he says it, and Tek has known Robin long enough to assume he doesn't mean a bit of what he's saying. It's probably just window dressing for whatever he understands their situation to be, here, between these guards.

When Tek finally accepts the fact that their fun is being put on hold (somewhere around when Robin perches his chin on his hand and begins to chat), he lets his hand slip from Robin's hair so he can put himself back together, and he does so with all the nonchalance in the world. There is no hurry or embarrassment to it; if anything, it's just to give himself something to do while the other's talk.

Though... the guard who deigns to look his way does get a lazy, friendly smirk for his troubles. Maybe this man is more fun than he seems--you never know until you try. Tek even lifts his chin a little, giving him a considering up-and-down glance.

But that's only until Robin's attention returns to him, of course. The audience is immediately put on hold while Tek returns the look, lavishing his friend with a creeping, affectionate smile. He reaches to play with the collar of his open shirt.

"That's a shame. I was really enjoying the view."

The guard looking at Tek does not reciprocate the attention and, in fact, stops bothering to look at either of the two deviants the moment he starts getting looked-over. He crosses his sizable arms, waiting with (admittedly thin) patience for his partner to come back from where they are now waving away onlookers.

Which gives Tek and Robin time to look at each other. The guards' first mistake, perhaps.

Robin gazes back at the other man for a few good, long moments before he gets back to his feet, but it's just so he can lean forward and start making out with Tek again in front of everyone present.

"Hey, hey!" Shout both guards at almost the same time, as they simultaneously realize that the two are back at it again. It isn't long before the taller one forcibly yanks Robin away by the shoulders, and the short one swoops in to grab one of Tek's arms and start shoving him away from the table.

Tek hungrily draws Robin in as soon as he leans forward, eager to wordlessly exchange all sorts of promises with him before they're separated again. And even as they're pulled apart, his eyes linger all over him, continuing the conversation.

Technically, he cooperates when he's shoved and dragged. He moves like water, bonelessly conforming to being pushed, keeping his balance and lazily allowing himself to be led wherever the guards want to take them. However, as a consequence, the guards must get much closer to him than they're probably comfortable with if they actually want him to move anywhere. It's more like trying to push around a friendly cat than grappling with a prisoner.

"What is your problem?"

The tall one hisses this at Robin as they grab the demigod's wrists and twist them behind his back. Robin laughs merrily in response, but says nothing out loud to either of them, instead returning some of the looks that Tek is giving him with cheeky, sidelong glances of his own as he is likewise shoved in the direction of the exit.

The shorter guard would have been more interested in Robin had his captive not been so difficult to herd around. He grumbles under his breath every-so-often as they curve around one of the outer rings of shelves, mostly when Tek proves most difficult to push around. When he sternly tells a couple of gawkers to "go back to your reading, nothing to see here," it's clearly just a vent for his own frustration.

The other guard notices, and shoots him a look. He grumbles again, gets a lot quieter after that... But might shove Tek through the front doors of the place a little more firmly than is strictly necessary.

Robin gets held back just a little longer. The blond one has a strong grip on his upper arm as they get in close to his face, talking just loud enough for Tek to catch but low enough that the few visitors passing them won't overhear.

"Come on, what are you doing?" They ask him, suspicion creasing their sharp features.

"Nothing," Robin answers with a blatantly fake smile, "Just showing a friend around town."

They make a disgusted noise, glaring up at Robin for a moment... before shoving him out of the entryway as well. They call out with some parting words, "Well, tell your friend that if we catch either of you two around here again, you'll be arrested on sight. You got that?"

Robin laughs again, straightening and rolling out his shoulder. "Yes, ma'am."

"Ugh," they say, just before turning to stalk back to their post, "And fix your shirt, for Gods' sakes."

The short one gives Robin and Tek a last warning glare before he, too, turns and hurries to follow. The demigod looks down at his own shirt, which makes him laugh, and he quickly fastens a couple of buttons just to give the illusion of being passably dressed.

"Didn't even get to grab my coat," he realizes, grinning from ear to ear. He barely looks over at Tek before reaching out for his hand, wanting to pull him away from the Archive doors entirely. "Come on, we've got somewhere to be."

Edited 2019-02-24 04:54 (UTC)

Tek had considered straightening out his own shirt once he was ejected from the premises, but seeing Robin's state of dress changes his mind. When he giggles over Robin's missing jacket, it's a dizzy, delighted sound, and he grabs onto his friend's single ungloved hand without hesitation.

If there was ever a good reason to be seen disheveled in public, it would be this. Even as he clings cutely onto Robin's arm, he's still walking with a distinct air of pride about him. He hopes that someone has noticed two beautiful people getting kicked out of the Archives for something clearly salacious. He hopes they wish it'd been themselves.

And the thrill of their crimes, the potential envy and drama they could be stirring up, tide him over for at least a full minute or two... but after that, he won't be able to help the way that his hand begins to affectionately slither in over skin through Robin's open shirt.

Oh, people notice. This particular pocket of caves branches off of the eclectic market level and buddies up with the exciting, gaudy, and entirely privileged world of the "top level" tunnel system. The neighborhood houses the Archives, the Police Guard headquarters, and a number of very important political and economic centers. As such, the people who live here regard themselves very highly, and have a lot of strong opinions about a couple of disheveled vandals parading through their neighborhood. In these busy streets, some of them even have enough time on their hands to indulge in gossip; more than a couple of people turn to their friends as they pass, trying to subtly point, or leaning in to whisper, or scoffing with distaste before pretending to not pay them any attention.

Lucky for Robin, the importance of this area also means that there are a few places nearby to potentially crash, away from the prying eyes of the whole neighborhood. Overnighting dignitaries need somewhere to stay, after all. He seems to know exactly where he's going, leading his friend as swiftly as can still be considered casual. Up a short flight of stairs, over a bridge, through an easy-to-miss alley where they actually startle another couple that had been trying to sneak in a make-out session where they didn't think anyone would find them.

Robin only laughs as they pass, trying to ignore the way that Tek is starting to slither in very close with those hands of his. They're so close... He can see the building they're heading to right now, a two-story, smoothly-cut structure, silver awning hanging over the door. Still, he lets go of Tek's hand so that he can tug the man in closer by the hip... and then a little lower, until he's really just grabbing his ass in a halfway-romantic, half-way gloating sort of way.

Robin makes a potentially fatal mistake, there. In one move, he pulls Tek closer to him and gives any curious eyes even more of a show by lowering his hand like that. While Tek might have been fickle about it on any other occasion, it's exactly what he wants right now.

They're still making progress toward their goal, but the greedy dragon is snuggling up as close as he can to Robin's side as they walk, grinning wide, leaning up toward his neck, and beginning to purr.

Just in case Robin had any doubt about what Tek really wanted to be doing right in that moment.

Gods... Years ago, he wouldn't have been able to help himself. He would have dragged Tek into the nearest alley without a second thought. He barely has the self-control to keep from doing so now, with the dragon hovering near his neck and purring up at him like that...

He doesn't dare say anything. Another sign of personal growth, perhaps--he knows that telling Tek to wait would just turn it into more of a game than it already is. Tek would only double his efforts and then this whole trip would immediately be a lost cause. Still, the sigh that comes slithering out of him is very deep and unarguably tortured, a sure sign that there isn't much he'd rather be doing right in that moment either.

By some miracle, he gets them to the beautiful, dark wood door, turns the door handle, pushes inwards, and... also pushes Tek up against the doorframe so that he can grab the other's face and smash their mouths together again.

"Uh... Can I help you?" is the vaguely-offended response that floats over from the poor soul manning the front desk this afternoon. They don't sound happy, but really, they don't sound all that surprised either.

The unfortunate person manning the desk is only answered by a deep, appreciative sound as Tek is happily caught and pinned in the doorway. They're going to have to wait at least a few long seconds as Tek keeps Robin wrapped up there, the hand in his shirt hooking around his back to hug him closer.

It's terrible. With his back shoved up against the doorframe, Tek has leverage enough to shamelessly roll his hips against Robin's. He digs impatient nails into his back, into his hair.

Hopefully the clerk is a patient sort, because it might be a minute.

This clerk is apparently very patient. The only other thing out of him for a minute is a deep sigh and the sound of him slumping forward on his desk to wait for these two horndogs to either acknowledge that they're still in public, or do something worth calling the cops over.

Somewhere between hips and nails, that second one becomes a real possibility--as Robin nearly blacks out, coming back to the present with a couple of seconds unaccounted for and one of his hands digging into Tek's hip to try and somehow get him even closer. The demigod makes a sound of something--Insistence? Surprise? Remembering what he was doing?--against Tek's mouth, starting to disengage in whatever capacity he has left to drag the two of them further into the room. And to the side, down one of the hallways, getting lost between kissing and trying to dig something out of his pocket and walking backwards all at the same time.

"Excuse me," the clerk says, bored, "You can't just--"

Robin (almost blindly) tosses something round and gold in the direction of the desk. It bounces off the counter with a clatter, the clerk catching it with a surprised sputter, followed by silence, and one final, "Uh, nevermind."

The demigod drags Tek into the first hallway, lined on either side with nearly-identical doors. Someone is going to end up getting pushed up against one of them, but with the way they're both practically clawing at each other, it's hard to say which one will find themselves there first.

Those doors are each begging to become a landing spot, and Tek won't leave the decision to hang unanswered for very long.

It only takes him a few moments to realize that Robin isn't leading them to any one door in particular, being that a key hadn't been acquired, so he casts out a quick intangible reach to cut the search short.

A quick moment later, they come up next to a door that Tek is reasonably sure doesn't already have human presences tangled up behind it, and he suddenly alters their course. This is the one--though, with the way he immediately bullies Robin into one spot, it's hard to believe that he's actually expecting them to make it all the way into the room.

He pivots, bringing Robin's momentum around and shoving his shoulders solidly back against the door. And there, he immediately presses his entire body up against him with a heady growl, finally getting him still enough to move from his mouth to his neck. His hands are all over.

They're so close to where they can finally dive into each other, but Robin is still going to have to fight Tek just a little bit if he wants to actually make it there.

GRATIA // PSL

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