whispersoflove

Anael was flying over the roofs of London, and beginning to fly lower, wondering where he would land today. There was a little frost on his wings and in his hair, from how high he had been flying, but he was barely aware of it, or how cold his skin would have been to the touch right then. The sun would warm it quickly enough now that he had regained lower heights, and he let the wing carry him where it might want, without any guidance from him.

He smiled warmly, with definite approval, at the distant sight of a naked figure sunbathing on the roof of a tall building and sipping a colourful drink through a straw, before his eyebrows raised as the wind carried him closer, and he was startled to recognise the person in question.

Not that it was a surprise that Robin would want to avoid tan lines.

At least, Anael hoped it was Robin; he had never met a puck he liked so much. When the wind veered to the side, he beat his wings to leave it behind and come closer, still cloaked to the eyes of anyone. He flew over to the roof, hopeful that it would be the puck who could, and did, love. He beat his wings a couple of times as he came down, sending gusts of wind across the roof, then appeared as bare feet touched the ground. He took a few steps, smiling at the puck before shedding his wings, now looking like nothing but a young man in simple jeans and a t-shirt.

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goodfellow

Robin liked hearing his name. Even if it was said like that, which was usually enough to make him highly uncomfortable. But for some reason this emotional, connecting sex was fine with Anael in a way that wasn't with for example some random human, which would be sending him running for the hills. Maybe it was just knowing what Anael was, how he was, and that he knew too exactly what Robin was.

"Anael," he murmured, and kissed him again, and then folded over his body as he thrust and began to murmur quiet endearments and praise instead. Something about Anael made the world feel very old, and maybe that was why he unconsciously slipped into Sumerian of all things.

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whispersoflove

Anael did not even notice the change, since he naturally spoke every language there was, but every praise, every endearment went straight to his heart, building on the warmth that filled his lungs to burst, or so it felt. He replied, now and then, in kind, but mostly let the words wash over him and add to his growing pleasure, until all of it culminated in a white hot wave of pleasure that shook him to his core and made him cry out a shapeless sound.

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goodfellow

"Beautiful," Robin groaned, and slid his hand up Anael's chest, smearing come there as he buried his face against Anael's neck and began to thrust more forcefully in the moments leading up to his own orgasm. He cried out brightly and tangled his fingers in Anael's hair and spilled inside him.

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whispersoflove

Anael's hands stroked Robin's back as they grew still, and the angel turned his face towards him and pressed a kiss to wild brown curls. "That was beautiful," he echoed, agreed, confirmed and loved, still talking Sumerian, but now aware that he was, that they had been. It stretched the smile that wouldn't leave his lips into something sharper, for his amusement.

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goodfellow

Only then did Robin finally pull out of Anael, though he made no move to do anything about the sticky mess around them. Instead he just lay down on the bed and pulled the angel against his chest.

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whispersoflove

Anael made a soft, unhappy sound when Robin pulled out of him, never mind pulled away altogether. He could care less about the mess, and went very willingly into the puck's arms, kissing his nipple before resting his chin on his chest, looking at the puck with, yes, love. He couldn't help it right then. "Why Sumerian?" he asked curiously, switching back to English.

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goodfellow

"Mmmm." Robin wasn't even sure he thought about it. "I don't know, you make me feel like the world when it was newer."

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whispersoflove

Anael's smile was touched, and absolutely unrestrained. "I'll take that as a compliment." Robin admitting to feeling anything at all was just as heartwarming as the words themselves.

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goodfellow

"I suppose that's better than your taking it to mean that you make me feel old," Robin said, sounding amused. "But there aren't many who can. But even you... you are a new friend. There are those few who I've crossed paths with over and over again throughout the years. It can be disorienting."

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whispersoflove

There was a very touched smile on Anael's lips when that word passed Robin's lips. Friend. It was a good thing to be called, especially by someone who might yet live many long years. Anael was thankful for every friend he had made, short-lived though some of them had been, but the luxury of a longer friendship (or the possibility of one) was still welcome.

"Disorienting how?" he asked, curiously. He would have expected the opposite.

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goodfellow

"Some things change," said Robin. "Some things stay the same. And time, it doesn't mean the same thing, for creatures like us. I might go a day, or fifty years, or a thousand, without seeing someone, and then there they are again."

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whispersoflove

"And you find that disorienting?" Anael asked, still perplexed by the notion, fingers tracing absent-minded shapes on Robin's chest. "I find it welcome, and... steadying."

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goodfellow

"It's not steadying when you get used to having someone around, and then they disappear... and then show up again," Robin said, thinking of one person in particular. He was still pissed about Prometheus showing back up and then disappearing again the next day. Fuck him.

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whispersoflove

There were feelings all wrapped up in what Robin was saying, but Anael was wary of acknowledging them. Robin was being uncharacteristically open right now, and he did not want to put an end to that. But they did serve one purpose, to make the angel stop trying to understand Robin's words for himself, and instead to simply focus on the puck. "I suppose it depends on the manner of the disappearing," he answered quietly.

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goodfellow

"This is why it's best not to let myself get too attached," Robin said.

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whispersoflove

"I'm sorry," Anael said, the truth of it beating inside his chest, "that you feel this way, Robin." He shifted to press another kiss to his chest, fingers fanned across it. "I meant what I told you once. I'm only ever a prayer away."

From:

goodfellow

"You're not going to get real feelings from me," Robin said after a moment, even as he continued to hold him. "Just so you know. No one does, not anymore."

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whispersoflove

Anael knew better than to contradict him. He smiled softly at Robin, his eyes kind and warm. "Let me worry about that." His smile widened, grew almost wicked. "And for now, you can debauch me however you like." A deal was a deal, and this was one Anael did not mind in the least.

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goodfellow

"Oh, right." Robin smiled, clearly pleased that Anael had remembered and was enthusiastic. But then he leaned in and kissed him. "I think I'd like an IOU, actually. A whole night of debauchery." Which was a fair enough excuse he thought, but honestly he'd like some space in between what they'd just done, and that. He wasn't sure that with the lingering way he felt he'd be quite the same as if he had a blank slate.

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whispersoflove

Anael laughed at the greediness of that request. "You're lucky I like both ends of that deal. Yes, you can have a whole night." He chased Robin's mouth for another kiss, a hand ending up in his hair. "Is that your way of kicking me out?" Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if Robin simply needed space after all of this, given his difficult relationship with his own feelings.

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goodfellow

"You don't have to leave," Robin said after a moment. "But you can. That may not be a satisfying answer, but I am startling apathetic on the matter." Or more accurately, he was torn on the matter, since part of him was enjoying the companionship, and part of him was, yes, having a rather difficult relationship with his own feelings. So he split the difference into apathy.

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whispersoflove

There was a certain reluctance tainting Robin's affection, and while it was not unusual, it was perhaps more obvious now than it usually was. "Perhaps just a little while longer, then," Anael replied, deciding to put off making a decision just yet. The sun was still shining bright and Robin seemed to be in no hurry to go anywhere, so he would try his luck. "You did promise me all the cuddles I might want, after all," he added with a teasing smirk.

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goodfellow

"Only because I am so looking forward to how you're going to make this up to me later," Robin said, and settled more comfortably back into the bed with his arm still around Anael.

A sliver of light slid in from between the curtains,shining across a painting hanging near the bed. It was much newer than most of the paintings in Robin's apartment. A scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Only if you looked close enough, Puck was very clearly this Robin, and he and Oberon were looking rather friendly. An Oberon clearly modeled after someone else: a dark-haired, pale-skinned man who now wore a different face even if Robin had no idea what it actually was these days.

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whispersoflove

"As am I," Anael assured him truthfully, eyes glinting warmly, before he softly bit around Robin's nipple, a tease and a promise rather than anything in and of itself. He settled comfortably against the puck's side, since he seemed to have settled down, propping his chin on his hand on Robin's chest. His gaze fell upon that painting, and he smiled as he recognised the actual puck as Puck. "Who's the artist?" he asked curiously, appreciatively. "Of the painting, I mean," he added, lifting his head just enough to nod in its direction.