Robin

[whispersoflove]

Anael walked without aim in the streets of London, not like he usually did, to watch people and enjoy their love, but because he had had to get out of Coby's flat. He would probably go flying later, but for now, he was simply walking, shoulders hunched, that same muted pain in his back, from the wing he had still not healed since that blood-filled night.

The less he thought about it, the better, and yet he could not bring himself to heal his wing. Part of it was being afraid that God would not grant him that miracle, but he knew that it was more than that. He simply didn't want to look at it too closely.

He nearly walked by Robin without noticing him, sitting alone in a pub, at a table by the window. It seemed so odd, Robin being alone in any kind of social setting, that before he knew it, Anael had doubled back to walk into the pub, and headed over to the puck.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked, reassured, at least, that he felt no overwhelming heartbreak coming from him.

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[whispersoflove]

Anael clenched his jaw - not against any pain, but in frustration. He didn't want to say it, and he could feel his cheeks heat up with the shame of it. "I've killed. Righteous killing. What They would have wanted."

But he was still here, and now he hated himself, and couldn't stop the sob from working its way past his throat.

[goodfellow]

"You must not really think it was what they wanted, if you're so convinced you're being punished for it," Robin pointed out, and shoved Anael's cheek down against the dresser.

[whispersoflove]

Anael resisted the urge to stand back up, and let Robin press him down, the quickly suppressed rise of his temper serving to halt his sobs before they really started. He deserved it, all of it. "Too little too late," he muttered.

[goodfellow]

Now that he'd gotten at least part of the story, Robin thought that it was all bullshit. He didn't think that Anael had done anything that deserved punishment - at least not from God. But if it helped him to get it from elsewhere...

"You're right," said Robin. "You've been very bad."

He had to stretch a little to reach it, but a moment later he was holding a hairbrush. One hand still on Anael's head to hold him down against the dresser, he swung and smacked him across the ass with it, hard, enough to send his body slamming against the dresser.

[whispersoflove]

Anael took the hit, slammed against the dresser, and did not feel any pain. "Robin. Please."

[goodfellow]

"Please what," Robin said, and bent back one of his wings, though careful he wouldn't go so far as to snap it.

[whispersoflove]

The wing did not bend much, not with regular strength applied, but it was still enough to make Anael cry out with the welcome surge of pain, hands scrambling for purchase on the dresser. "Please, pain," he choked out gratefully, his voice full of tears.

[goodfellow]

Robin's nails scratched down his wing again. "Is there another way I can hurt you?" he asked."Tell me how."

[whispersoflove]

Anael felt another flush of heat redden his face as he forced himself to say it. "Beat them. Beat my wings." It felt like such a shameful thing to ask, for the motivation behind the request.

God had turned Their back on him. What else was there but punishment? He deserved it, and worse.

[goodfellow]

Robin took a step back from him, hesitated for a second. Then whipped his belt out of the loops on his trousers. He put a hand on Anael's back and shoved him down against the dresser. Then he reeled back and whipped him with the belt.

[whispersoflove]

It wasn't long before Anael was outright sobbing, sounds of pain and gratitude wrecked from him with every smack of Robin's belt. The pain slashed through him mercilessly, something sharp, overwhelming, something he was not in the least prepared for.

[goodfellow]

Robin kept going, until it became difficult for him.

"Anael," he said quietly. "I think we should stop now."

[whispersoflove]

Anael's breathing was ragged, and he remained bent over the dresser as the pain subsided to a level where something, anything, existed beside it. Even if that only something, right then, was acquiescence. "Okay," he murmured, still not back to himself.

[goodfellow]

"Come on," saidRobin, and pulled him back from the dresser. "Come lay down on the bed."

[whispersoflove]

That show of kindness made more tears well up in Anael's eyes, even as he turned to wrap his arms around Robin. He couldn't help but start crying again, although at least they weren't sobs this time.

[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't sure what to do when Anael started crying.

So he just held him, waiting.

[whispersoflove]

Anael instinctively stepped closer to the bed, since that was where Robin had wanted him, but he stopped when he was the only one moving, and simply wrapped his arms around Robin and tried to stop crying. "I'm sorry..."

[goodfellow]

"There's nothing for you to apologize for," Robin said quietly. He led him to the bed then. "Just let me take care of you for a minute, okay?"

[whispersoflove]

Anael curled up on his side on the bed, wings cradled to his body, reluctant to let go of Robin. He really felt as if there were many things he ought to apologise for, but he couldn't think straight just then.

[goodfellow]

Robin had no idea what to do about Anael's wings, so typical aftercare was a bit beyond him. So he only climbed onto the bed beside him and waited.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's fingers were curled in the fabric of Robin's top as he cried, praying for release from this trial. But it was useless; there was no comfort in prayer. All he knew was how much he was failing God.

[goodfellow]

And Robin just let him cry. He had no idea what else to do.

[whispersoflove]

Eventually, Anael ran out of tears. He unclenched his fingers and patted Robin's shirt awkwardly. "I'm sorry. Thank you. For trying." He felt just as miserable as before, if not more, and moved to get off the bed, not looking Robin in the eye.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a soft sigh. "You're welcome."

[whispersoflove]

Anael nearly said something, but then didn't, and closed his eyes as he disappeared his wings. He shivered, and fought a wave of nausea, at the pain that brought inside of him, and at everything else. He picked up his t-shirt and pulled it back on, making sure it covered the mark, then only reached for his jeans.