psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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robin,
tekhetsio

Accord // Canon

You'd think he'd be exhausted, given the day he's had.

He'd barely waited until they were in the door to pounce on Tek again, though the addition of four walls made him less violent and a dozen times more confident. He'd dragged him in a slow, indulgent trail across the hideout until they finally made it to the bed they're in now. And who knows how much time they spent there... before they finally settled down to sleep.

The room's dark, now, and quiet. Robin is half-tangled in sheets, his back pressed lightly against Tek's chest. By all rights, he should be fast asleep, dead to the world--but sometime during that darkness and quiet, he stirs. His fingertips twitch, his eyelids flutter with unspoken dreams. He makes the smallest of sounds, a barely-audible whine.

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His eyes had been closed--better to observe the sound and feel of him in the dark, when sight doesn't matter so much--but he slides them open to lazy, dimly-glowing slits when Robin asks him. After a moment of just looking at him, he pulls a small smirk.

"I'm just sleepy. You wore me out earlier."

Which isn't it at all, of course. But it's easy to say, and he wants him to think about earlier that day.

The change is instant. Once he picks out that glowing eye in the dark, hears his voice, starts thinking about earlier in the day, he relaxes. Like he's been put at-ease by something.

He even manages a little laugh, pushing lightly at Tek's chest with his free hand. "Then go back to sleep. I'm fine."

Ah, just what he was looking for.

He shifts a little, not to truly rearrange how they are, but just to settle a bit. A little closer, a little more comfortable. Just a slight jostling motion to help them both focus on this little space, right here in the present.

"Tomorrow, will you tell me what that was?"

While he asks, he moves the hand from Robin's shoulder to brush the backs of fingers so lightly along the line of his jaw. Like feathers.

He doesn't want to tell him. Now that everything's so nice, he doesn't want drag it back up. He doesn't even want to start to explain any of it to Tek. Mostly because Tek would probably just laugh at him or use it against him or any other number of things he doesn't want to happen.

But then he goes and touches him like that. He shivers again, but not because of the nightmares.

"It's not interesting," he lies, "It's just old ghosts."

"Maybe it will help."

He sounds more musing than convincing, mostly busying himself with drawing that light line back and forth with his fingers, in no hurry, slow-paced and easing toward even slower.

"Maybe it will help dispel them."

He laughs again. Tired, maybe a little bitter.

"No, no, no, no, no." He shakes his head, hair brushing Tek's shoulder and upsetting the line of his hand against his jaw. "No, not in a million years."

Ha, well then. There's more of a smirk in his voice now, and he lets his hand go back to resting passively on Robin's shoulder.

"That bad, hmm?"

"Mm." He settles more against Tek without really thinking about it. He likes the attention a lot more than he likes everything else he could be focusing on.

"These ghosts never go away. Especially not him. He's too close to everything. Really pisses me off."

And then, somewhat sleepily, he shifts to press a kiss to the other's neck. He stays close. "Maybe tomorrow. I'll think about it."

"'Him,'" he repeats, musing. That's something he'll be thinking about for a while. He does wonder if it's the same 'him' that Robin has muttered comparisons about. Wouldn't that be something.

"I can't imagine." He's never let any one person that close--for better or worse, family or otherwise.

But then Robin seems to be settling, so he does too, even though he'd seemed pretty settled already. He brings his hand back to Robin's face--like he can't quite stay away from it--resting against it with curled fingers, the side of his thumb tracing a little circle on his cheekbone.

"Yeah. That's why I'll think about it."

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, slipping back into the darkness of the room, finally content with his surroundings again. He thinks about what it might be like, telling Tek about everyone--everything that happened--and it makes him nervous. He told Michael, and Michael made it better. But he also told Euri, and Euri made it much, much worse.

So, maybe. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

He lets his mind drift in other directions for a while, mulling a few things over, before he eventually mentions, "A hug, huh? Don't I feel privileged."

"You should." It's pointed, but very lighthearted.

The quiet is nice, but it looks like anything resembling sleep is still just as far away as it was before, as he answers right away when Robin speaks up again.

"Privileged... probably. But you've earned it."

Which is different than just deserving it, but at least it's something. And he gives him another little squeeze for it. Just affection.

He'll take it. He feels spoiled already, getting such affection from someone like him. It's the 'earned it' that makes him smile, makes this feel like it's not just another ploy to get him to do something.

And, true to his nature, he'll keep chasing after things that make him happy, no matter how poisonous they are. He shifts again, pulling himself up and pressing against Tek in a suggestive (if not still somewhat sleep-heavy) way.

"I could probably do a little more to earn it."

He tilts his head a little, close to Tek's own face, busy looking at those pretty eyes of his.

Ha. Oh, he is amused at this, and the evidence is creeping all over his face--the glow of his eyes sliding into even thinner slits as his smile widens.

He draws a fingertip in a little wandering line down this throat, this time.

"...What put you in this mood, anyway?

What to tell him? His eyes close as he thinks, repaying the feeling with fingers that snake along Tek's back, between his ribs and down the shape of his spine--as if he doesn't already have that memorized by touch alone.

"...I like you."

His own eyes open narrow as he searches in the dark for Tek's again, taking the hand that had been at his throat, thumb brushing over the lines of his palm. Always moving, always touching. Tek can probably feel Robin's breath on his fingertips.

"It is a privilege to get my very best... but I think you've earned it."

He bites absently at one of the other's fingers, tongue suggestively doing what it always does.

Flattery. Expert touch. Even an edge of challenge. ...What a combination.

He's really learning what gets him, isn't he?

His smile turns wry in the dark... but then he has to give up a little bit. Robin plays his cards so well, he lets his eyes slip closed and pulls in one of those slow and savoring breaths that slowly stretch his ribs.

On the exhale, his voice is a quiet and sarcastic rumble, "I thought I was callous and selfish."

He laughs, grinning around the finger being held in his teeth.

"Oh, you are." He has to let it go to continue talking, though. "You're horrible. But that just makes it a more impressive feat, don't you think?"

He curls up Tek's fingers, presses kisses to his knuckles. He's still watching Tek's face, though, as much as he can in the dark.

If being called horrible is supposed to be an insult, he certainly isn't taking it that way. Even if his expression is difficult to see in the dark, his eyes and voice convey more than enough pride.

"Of course." Because that is obviously half of the whole point. "You would get terribly bored if I wasn't."

He stretches his trapped fingers, then curls them again.

"No one likes easy." Which, if he'd thought that of Robin before, he doesn't so much anymore. He's earned himself a couple ranks up in Tek's opinion.

"That sounds familiar."

His memory of that night on the tram is hazy, stitched-together patches of little moments and things he vaguely remembers saying. But he's pretty sure they talked about something to that effect. It's something they've agreed on before.

"Hm. Hm, hm, hm. Say..." He's getting that tone again, the one that usually comes before he says something rude, smarmy, or socially unacceptable. He pulls Tek even closer, trying to feel his breathing and heartbeat through his own ribs. Puts his mouth up near his ear just to make it worse (or better, but probably worse). "You ever let people suck you off?"

It's funny, because it takes a moment for what exactly Robin is asking to really click. He's too wrapped up in his own line of thinking, a string of thoughts and plans that had been leading off somewhere else, too comfortable in all of the murmuring and close contact... that he's really struck in a blind spot.

The moment when it registers is comically obviously. A hesitation, reluctant clicking of mental gears... and then whatever he'd been thinking disintegrates as he eats his own words.

The glow of his eyes flickers with surprise, slits of light widening to something closer to circles.

"...What?"

And that comes as a surprise to him.

Not before he laughs at his expense, of course, giggling in that odd way of his as he leans back to get a better look at his face. What's got him so startled, huh? Why would something like that stop him in his tracks?

"What's that look for, huh?" Playful, smirking. "You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Yes." His brow furrows down again-- there is a difference being defensive and embarrassed, and just being offended. ...And he really hopes that he's conveying enough of that difference for Robin to catch in the dark.

"Why?"

"Ah..." He leans in close again, another kiss under his jaw. Slowly runs his hand down Tek's side. Quiet, quiet. Don't be mad at him, hm?

"Come on, Tek. You'll fuck in front of complete strangers, but a blowjob gets you all defensive? Priorities..."

Well, fine. He can be a little mad at him.

Why does he feel so suddenly pinned? There is not enough room on this bed for him to be properly annoyed. It makes him wriggle a little bit, like he's trying to shrug something off of him.

"I'm not defensive." ...Ugh, right, that's the worst way to counter someone accusing you of being defensive. Oh well.

"And that's different."

"Mmhm." He doesn't believe him.

But Tek was nice to him, and was in such a good mood earlier... Robin smiles so that Tek can feel it against his skin and eases off of him a little.

"Promise you'll explain properly sometime?"

Having a little bit of breathing room helps him not feel quite as twitchy. It bothers him not to have enough conversational room between them for something like this. So, now that he has it, he can properly fix Robin with a flat sort of look.

"There's nothing to explain."

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