Total Robination

[Robin Lichester-Raven]

(( Please Note: The roleplay is set after the events pertaining to the arrival of The Kingdom of Circus. Anything that happens here has no effect on current or future events in conjunction with that saga of upcoming roleplays. ))

Boredom. Epic boredom, complained Rob inwardly as he scanned the heated area of the big top. Training had been ridiculously hard that week. He thought it must have been some sort of punishment for scaring his family like that and running away to join the circus (that is, another circus). It had turned out to be far more dangerous than it had appeared and he was glad to see the back of it for now. Not so when he sat on a side bench, staring languidly at an ant who had found its way into the massive circus tent and was trying to make its way from one side to the other without dying.
"Oh stuff this," mumble Rob, swiping up his red performer's vest and head out the door. He didn't have his juggling balls with him to go busking in the village, only the eight knives that were tucked into individual pockets in the rim of his vest. Despite the chill afternoon he did not don the vest, but simply strolled out of the big top in nothing more than a pair of long black training tights. It would be enough to busk in, and displaying his broad range of sculpted muscles often brought just the right amount of ladies, too.

His bare feet were on the cold cobblestones of the street corner, but Robin didn't mind a bit since it 'kept him on his toes', as it were. There were even little smatterings of snow hither and thither, but the colder it was the more sharpened his senses were. With a little round tin placed carefully at his feet, Robin bowed to no-one in particular and got straight into the jig. Without hesitation, the knifes appeared which he soon began to toss smoothly, only beginning with four but sure to impress just the same. He was suave and calm now, but the more knives he would add, the more exhilarating the act. It was simply a waiting game on the cold, deserted morning.

 

[Michael Drape]

Michael stretched his legs out and let a yawn escape him. He clutched a take-away cup of coffee in one hand while the other stretched across the back of the bench he was seated on. He may have when been a bit too enthusiastic with the firewhiskey the night before, but a hang over potion had helped immensely and now he was simply letting the cool day and the wonders of caffeine clear up any small remaining side-affects.

Bringing the foam cup up to his nose, Michael inhaled the wonderful aroma of coffee before taking a long, burning sip. His eyes fell onto the people passing by in the street. He was stuck in New Zealand for a few more days without his Dietrich and it was driving him insane. He couldn't stand the solitude. They say people liked to have time to themselves, but Michael couldn't stand it. Days stuck in a bookshop with Melissa and nights spent drinking by himself and then going to bed alone were hardly Michael's idea of a good time.

Turning his head, Michael glanced down the long cobblestone road and his attention was captured instantly. Without a second thought, Michael got to his feet and sauntered down the path, coming to a halt a few metres before his destination. Michael let himself fall against the wall, leaning on it from elbow to shoulder with his feet crossed. He then took a sip of his coffee, feeling it warm up in the chilly afternoon, as he shamelessly checked out the delicious view in front of him. Greedy eyes drank in the sculptured shoulders and toned abs as they flexed under the impressive knife juggling.

"Bit cold to be performing without a shirt." Michael commented, bringing his coffee cup up to his mouth and grinning over it. "Not that I'm complaining." His grin morphed into a smirk as he sipped. Whoever this guy was, he was definitely easy on the eyes. All thoughts of Dietrich temporarily left his mind.

 

[Robin Lichester-Raven]

"Keeps you focused," Robin replied to Michael without a second thought (or a second look). The second comment threw him off entirely though, and now Rob simply had to look at who was addressing him. 'Shink, shink, shink, shink.' said the knives one by one as Robin literally juggled them back into their pockets. One by one he'd pass them in till only one was left, and he finally looked up as he slid it into its sheath. He finally noticed that it was an older male who had spoken. Was he kidding? Rob quirked an eyebrows and grinned at Michael like a chesire cat. Well, the man was rather handsome and well groomed so he could not force himself to feel too offended. He considered himself as straight as a bendy ruler, if only for the fact that he'd sometimes admired or even flirted shamelessly with a male or two once before. Generally Rob was into girls, yet somehow he didn't mind being subtly cracked onto by this man.

"I'm glad you like the show," he added, his head tilting slightly to the side as he scoped the man out with a sharp eye, even undeterred when a soft dark curl fell across his forehead in the wind. "Would you like to see more?" said Rob, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly higher. It was all just fun and games for him now, so what harm would it do if he gave as good as he got? Robin had been heavily distracted from his knife throwing so he may as well mess around a bit before he began the show once more. If only he had known just what would eventuate from that one moment of mutual mischief, perhaps Rob would have thought twice about going out that afternoon. He has very nice lips, wondered Robin idly as he hitched up the vest from around his waist to his shoulder where they belonged.

 

[Michael Drape]

Michael watched the knives disappear and raised an impressed eyebrow. He preened under the eyes of the shirtless man and admired the lock of hair that flew across his forehead in the frosty breeze. It made Michael want to tuck it behind the guys ear, but he resisted, not really one for romantic gestures when they weren't needed. And judging by the way he was being gaped and grinned at, Michael didn't think the guy would need much seducing at all.

Pushing himself off the wall and taking a step forward, Michael accepted the guys offer. "Hmm, you haven't really left much to the imagination with those tights of yours." He commented, the smirk still in place on his face. He missed this kind of attention, it seemed like forever that he had been away from Dietrich and he needed the affection, craved it. Thoughts of Dietrich began to sneak their way back into Michael's head, but he was easily distracted from them, thanks to his old ways.

Lame.

 

[Robin Lichester-Raven]

Rob, too, was rather pleased with the looks he was receiving from Michael, looks which he delighted in returning. In the pit of his stomach, a little weight of unnecessary guilt began to expand at the same time, and he frowned inwardly. What did he have that could possibly hold him back? Robin wasn’t attached and he certainly didn’t have anyone on his mind ... Christobelle. He swallowed. Never mind. It was just a girl that he had met once, just like all the rest. Michael was coming closer and his eyes were darkening with the promise of better things. He had no idea what to expect from another male, but it couldn’t be said that Robin was a coward. His looks were making him tingle alright; the attraction was undeniable.

Nevertheless, his cheeks did turn pink at the mention of his trainer’s tights, which he realised uncomfortably were exactly as Michael described them. They were entirely too tight, and he made a mental note to wear loose pants next time he performed in case such situations arose again. “It’s a shame that the same can’t be said about your clothes, but nevertheless, the imagination has filled in the gaps,” he answered smoothly, also taking a step forward of his own. Where did Robin think this was going when the man’s dark blue eyes were sucking him and the ball of guilt was dragging him back.

 

[Michael Drape]

I apologise in advance if this reply is terrible.

Michael tried to think back to the last time someone, other than Dietrich, had been this eager on the first meeting. It had probably happened much sooner than Michael recalled it did, because he was no doubt extremely drunk at the time. Just before he had met Sophia, Michael had fallen into a drinking pattern, often consuming far too much firewhiskey, far too often. With Dietrich in the picture, the ex-Slytherin had gone easy on the alcohol, still enjoying a glass every now and then, but never as much as he used to drink. Besides, who needed alcohol when he had such a babe like Dietrich to get drunk off.

His thoughts turned fuzzy as Robin took his own step forward. They were now quite close and Michael found himself instinctively moving his head forward. "Who needs imagination, when you can have the real thing?" He said, his words heavily laced with innuendo. Raising his eyebrow as he got even closer, Michael's eyes flicked down towards Robin's full lips and perfect teeth, before meeting the man's eyes once more.

I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought I would be.

 

[Robin Lichester-Raven]

The man was far too close for Robin to ignore and he could smell his attractive scent even from there. Ah well. It was just a flirt, and he might as well do as he pleased since he was unattached. Rob's lip curled upwards into an impish smirk. He took another step forward so that they were closer still. "I'm Robin," he introduced himself, before leaning forward and stealing a kiss from the stranger's inviting pink lips. The kiss was small, sneaky and instantaneously alluring, just enough to take a taste of the other man. Robin stepped back and resumed arranging his vest appropriately. The look was his face was theatrically innocent as though he hadn't just sampled the man's (not entirely) unwilling lips.

Whatever the case, from that one touch of skin he knew instantly that a) he wanted a piece of that and b) he wanted something (or someone) else more. Unfortunately he knew perfectly well that he had ruined his chance with the girl he really wanted. Though Robin knew that he had to let go of that fact eventually, he still couldn't help but wish that the kiss had been stolen from her, instead. Oh well, he cheered himself poorly. Let's see if I'm allowed to have a little more fun. The look of pure and unchastised innocence remained on his features, and Rob arched and eyebrow at the other man. "Cat got your tongue?".

(( Lame post, my bad! < ))

 

[Michael Drape]

The man took another step towards him, close enough now that Michael was almost touching his bare torso. Robin. Michael tested out the name in his head. He was about to open his mouth to reply with his own name, when the lips he had been admiring before landed on his. It was mildly satisfying, but not nearly enough. He almost dove back in to steal another kiss, but stopped himself when he caught sight of Robin's expression.

Michael almost chuckled, the expression of feigned innocence not suiting the half naked man at all. Michael stared into the man's dark eyes. They should have been blue. A bright, aquamarine blue. At Robin's comment, Michael's face pulled up into a Cheshire grin. "No, but I've got yours." He murmured, grabbing a handful of dark hair at the back of Robin's head and pulling him forward, determined to wipe the innocence off of his face. He planted his lips on Robins and kissed him deeply, revelling in the feel of lips upon his own. But as he snogged Robin silly, something didn't feel quite right. He kissed the circus boy with a renewed vigour, pushing the slightly young man into the brick wall nearby, trying to rid himself of the strange sensation, but to no prevail. Robin's mouth was unfamiliar, his lips not the right shape or softness. Michael pulled lightly on the strands of hair beneath his fingers, it didn't feel long enough. The muscles of Robin's chest (and when had his hand gotten there anyway?) were too sculpted, not lean and refined from Quidditch training.

Michael abruptly pulled back, his breathing heavy as he tried to deliver some air to his lungs. He let his hand fall away from dark hair that should have been blonde. His placed it on the wall beside Robin's head, affectively trapping him beneath the hand on his chest as well. Michael tried to gather the emotions that were beating through his chest. He couldn't recognise any of them. "I'm Michael." He breathed, unsure of what to say. He had a hot guy willing, literally beneath his fingers, yet everything felt wrong. So very wrong, but Michael forced himself to stay put, at least until he knew why it felt weird.

 

[Robin Lichester-Raven]

Michael reacted just as Robin had hoped he would, and the feigned innocence just had time to be wiped off his face before his connected with another's. Despite his apparent ease at kissing a man, Rob had never done it before and he wondered whether or not it would be different. Apparently it was very different, but for not for the reasons he had expected it to be. Everything was good, everything was passionate ... well then what? What the hell is wrong! his mind practically cried, despite getting a rather pleasing mouthful of Michael. Yes, Robin certainly did kiss back, his hand slipping into Michael's hair. How then had he expected to feel a slender waist and gentle curves? Ridiculous.

With a jolt, Rob recalled just moments ago when Michael's cheek had barely touched his before his mouth had. Christa, his mind lamented. He had been about to place a gentle kiss on her cheek when they were interrupted, and he could still feel the skin of her cheek against his. Damn, he said inwardly, sliding his hands down the other man's sides. Still thinking of her? Robin found himself half collapsed against the side of a building, fingers and hands still wrapped around skin and hair, mind utterly blown but completely unsatisfied. He could have sworn at himself then for having a mental battle with himself during a very, very good kiss ... until he spotted a look in Michael's eye. It was the exact look that Robin would have had plastered all over his face if he hadn't caught it early, and it said it all; 'What the hell is wrong with me?'.

He smiled. "Thinking of something else are you, Michael?" he guessed. Rob might as well have come out with it. It was as much of an admittance as it was an observation. He was never usually that frank, but he wanted to take his mind off the fact that he'd been thinking of someone he had no reason to think of while kissing a man which he had never done before. It was bizarre.

 

[Michael Drape]

Dietrich.

Michael's mind supplied the instant Robin spoke. He stared into the dark eyes in front of him. Feeling like he was looking into an emotional mirror as Robin had the same expression on his face and in his eyes that Michael did. He let out a resigned sigh. "You too right?" He groaned, because honestly, that had been a damn good kiss, it was almost a shame that Michael's emotions had throttled him. Pushing himself off the wall and withdrawing his hand from the muscled chest, Michael bit his lip, like he did after almost every kiss he experienced. It had been a habit of his since his first snog way back in the day.

You have been with Dietrich a pretty long time. Michael's conscience tied to reason. Michael just wasn't used to this strange emotion. Guilt. He chewed on his lip harder. A part of him wanted to just drag Robin away and have his wicked way with him, hoping that he could forget his emotions, but the more reasonable part of his brain told him that he would only feel worse afterwards. That the way his stomach had dropped would only increase if he took this further than he had already taken it. He could imagine the look on Dietrich’s face when he told him what he had done. It tore him apart. And he would have to tell him. He already wanted to explain that he had kissed Robin. Anything to make the uncomfortable tugging go away.

 

[Robin Lichester-Raven]

Now Robin was witness to the guilt that washed over Michael's face, the same guilt that Robin allowed nowhere near his features. He would not feel guilty because he had done nothing wrong, nothing at all ... if ... if one had feelings towards another person, one should act on them without feeling for consequence. That was the way things should be. At least, that was the way things usually were. But somehow the theme of betrayal now tagged along with the entire scene, dragging their moods down and the lust of only moments ago. Michael felt bad, but Robin felt both guilty and confused all at once. Even a strange sense of marvel. Who was that woman to have changed his ways without even uttering a word in his praise? Rob sighed outwardly and pushed back his dark curls with one hand.

"Well, there's nothing for it," he announced, sitting himself up straighter against the wall and giving Michael one of his impish grins that was laced with sadness. "I would kiss you again if you asked it and maybe likewise you to me, but if it makes me feel good and terrible at the same time like it did just then, I don't want it." smiled Robin, tilting his head and looking at Michael on an angle. Nope. Whichever way he looked, Michael was gorgeous. Rob shook his head at himself. "And I'm sorry." Somehow, that seemed necessary as well, though he knew that neither of them could help themselves. "Will you tell me about them?" Them. Him? Probably a him, Rob decided, Judging by that mind-blowing kiss. His smile was now kind, a look not often seen on Robin's face.