Damage Control

When Farris got there and saw the place in disarray, they immediately gave Shins a call.  Hearing the state of the house the Warlock ordered Farris to stay and clean up to try and make the place look as normal as possible.

After getting off the phone the woman thought, swirling the scotch in her glass as she watched the few patrons in her bar that night.  She’d blacklisted that house, and while she knew that wouldn’t completely keep Robin safe, she couldn’t think of a single dumbass who’d be stupid enough to target its residence anyways.  She took a long drink of her scotch, drumming her fingers on the counter.

Pulling her phone back out she hit speed dial, getting up to go to her office in the back.  She needed to find this kid before he was killed or worse.  She didn’t need Soc crying her heart out after finally finding someone who treated her right.  It was time to call in the big guns.

She hated bothering Safire during her night off, but the situation called for it.

Safire hated getting called out to work in the middle of the night, but for Soc, she guessed it was worth it.  Knocking on the sorry excuse of a door that was now to Robin’s home, Safire didn’t wait for an answer before entering.  “Hey Farris.” she greeted with a yawn “So, we got a kid to find I guess?”

“Yep.” the man agreed. “You wanna change now or wait until we’re outside?” “Well, the place is already destroyed so it doesn’t really matter.” “Alright.” Safire sighed as she made sure to give the other plenty of room.

While Farris transformed into a wolf, Safire went upstairs to find Robin’s room to get an article of clothing.  Finding what she needed the woman went back downstairs and handed the old shirt to Farris.  “Alright, so we know that Soc was the one who saw him last, so he had to have disappeared sometime between her place and here.” she said, climbing onto the large wolf’s back as he began sniffing the ground.

They left the home and began making their way towards Ma’at’s clinic, trying to pick up the trail.  When Farris finally found it they howled and took off down the road.

They let up after a while. Taking a break while Robin was left in a pile on the ground. Feathers were scattered around, Robin himself just a bruised and bloodied mess. He wasn’t paying much attention to what his coworkers were talking about. He didn’t exactly care. His focus was on surviving. Trying to find a way to escape. Not like it looked very good.

The crack his ankle made earlier left him fairly certain that it had done more than pop out of place. Running was unlikely, and flying had already been a failure.

He struggled to sit up, glancing over to see them picking their ‘tools’ back up. No. No, no, no... Robin started to try and drag himself away, at least trying to keep the distance between him and then. Yet, at the same time, bracing himself for the first hit...

They all froze at the sound of a wolf’s howl, the corrupt officers glancing between each other in confusion. Trying to puzzle out where it had come from... Just moments the large wolf burst through the doors, growling and snarling with Safire on its back.

Soc sighed as she laid in her bed glancing at her phone every other minute.  Why hadn’t Robin texted her yet?  Surely he should be home by now.  Maybe… Maybe he just ran into someone who needed help.  Maybe he was gonna text her any moment now.  Or maybe he was just really tired and forgot to text her before he fell asleep?

She rolled over, looking at the clock.  It’s been almost an hour since he dropped her off.  She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before looking at her phone again.  Still nothing.

She bit her lip.  Should she?  Robin was a cop, he was capable of taking care of himself, but then again, cops could always be targeted.  Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if she asked for them to stay out of sight.  She didn’t want to come off as crazy.

Getting up Soc scrolled through her contacts before calling her friend.  She knew Shins would be up at this time of night, if not a little drunk.  The phone rang for a few seconds before it picked up and that familiar english accent came through the speaker.

“Ello?” “Shins!” Soc blurted out, she took a deep breath “Where are you right now?” “At da bar, why?  Yer not in trouble are ya?” “No, no, I’m fine.  I’m at the clinic but…” “Buuuut?” “Well, Robin hasn’t texted me yet.” “Robin?  Oh, tha’s yer new luv, yeh?” “Yes, that’s him.  He always texts me after our dates when he gets home safe.” “Aaaan’ why’re yer callin’ me about dis?” “Do you- Do you think you could send one of your… “Guys” to check on him?” “Soc, ‘e’s probably jus’ asleep and fergot ta text ya goodnight.  Yer worrying fer not’in.” “Please, Shins, it would mean a lot to me and… And I’ll cut my hair.  You know how valuable Star Du-” “No, no, no.  Ya don’t need ta do dat.” the Warlock sighed “Fine, if it’ll make ya feel be’er… I’ll send Farris ta go check.  ‘Is place shouldn’t be too far.  I’ll call ya when I got an update.” “Thank you Shins.” “Ya, ya, don’ mention it.”

When Farris got to Robin’s house, it would be obvious that something was up; It had been the first place the van had gone to, before grabbing Robin properly. The door was kicked in, a few things broken and obviously missing. It was messy, chaotic in a way that it never was on its own.

It was a cover up. A burglary that didn’t actually happen. Most of the missing items were unceremoniously dumped into the trash cans nearby, out of sight but still technically gone. But, obviously, there was no sign of Robin himself; Not even a hint of a struggle.

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The van itself hadn’t gone far. At least, not far for a car; It was a good twenty minute drive, as far from the residential areas as they could go. Without leaving town, at least. By that point, Robin had gotten the reason for his kidnapping. It was his own coworkers that had turned against him. Only a handful, but enough. His attempt at going undercover at the club had made him a liability. Even if he had claimed innocence as to how he escaped unscathed, they didn’t want to take the chance.

Besides, he didn’t exactly have much of anyone to miss him. They figured it was child’s play to make him disappear.

He tried to escape as soon as the van’s doors opened, taking the chance and immediately getting a cuff to the side of the head for his efforts. Robin was panicking, not even fully aware of how long he was like that. Tied up so he couldn’t actually retaliate, eventually muffled when they realized that he could actually cause some real damage with a scream...

It hurt. All of it hurt. They weren’t planning on him being found, now or ever. And it scared him. It scared Robin enough that forget them thinking he was a freak. He didn’t want to die there! But he could be silenced with a gag and a kick to the throat, and he couldn’t fly well enough with his hands behind his back. He tried, oh did he try...

"I promise, I’ll text you when I get home.” Robin gave Sacara a reassuring smile, waving slightly as she went to close the door. “Good night, Soc.” Safe at home, after such a nice night out... Really, he couldn’t have asked for better.

Hopping down the stairs of the house, humming lightly with content, the young officer started his own trek home. It wouldn’t take long; His house wasn’t all that far from the clinic that Soc lived at, only a few blocks or so. Maybe a half hour at the most, if he took his time.

Except he didn’t get beyond the second block. He barely even got beyond the first when the van showed up.

The sound of a car coming up from behind made his steps falter for a moment, especially when he realized that it wasn’t passing him. A little weird, but a glance behind him would show it pulling off on the road he had just crossed. That was enough; They were turning, obviously. Robin gave a brief smile at that, already turning around and continuing.

Quinn scratched his cheek. "Hahaha... naah, there's nothing interesting about me you'd want to knooow..."

“Hmph, that’s so cute ~.” Quinn hummed, pecking Robin’s cheek. “I thought you’d fight back a bit again, but… you love it, right ? I feel like I don’t deserve that privilege… but I’ll gladly take it, and make you feel as good as possible.”

Taking his lover’s hand, Quinn guided the officer into the woods near the park, used to the environment by having spent days and days sleeping on the highest part, above the small hill. Turning past the beaten path, the raven would turn around from time to time, making soft bedroom eyes to Robin as he encouraged him to trust and follow him further back, holding branches to open his path before they closed behind them, all until the dirt and fallen leaves road became smooth rocks. A few minutes later, quickly jumping and climbing the rocky pathway, Quinn reached out for the other, pulling him on a small, elevated rocky platform surrounded by trees, with a view from the forest above in the horizon.

Giving a few seconds to check the surroundings, the slime quickly gave a few kick of the foot on the smooth platform before throwing his dress jacket atop of it, spreading it as he grabbed Robin, gently pining him down to the designated further spot, away from prying eyes.

“I thought about just quickly giving you a handjob, but you made me hide at one my favorite spot…” He cooed, sight too focused on his desire to focus on enjoying their romantic location with the spring sun lapping on both their silhouettes; that’d be for later. “… I think I deserve a reward for that, don’t you think so ?”

Caressing the ginger’s cheek, the raven closed in again for a sweet, soft kiss, lips moving down at the side of Robin’s neck as he took it where he left him, with his touch moving up the shirt, fingertips drawing onto his curves as he reached to the other’s chest, thumbs rolling at his sensitive tips while nibbling at his skin, feeling the slightly salty taste from their small hike.

“Robin…” Quinn’s tone momentarily changed to a lower, nearly shaky, desperate breath. “You’re too much, I don’t think I can ever stop myself…” Slender hand guided his partner’s touch in-between his legs, quickly opening up his belt and skinny jeans buttons so Robin’s fingers would stroke against his erection; already throbbing, dripping, staining his boxer briefs, without having even been touched. “… it’s been like this for so long now.”

Honestly, Quinn couldn’t have picked a better spot, even if it wasn’t in a place Robin was most comfortable. Granted, with how far they were, and how isolated the clearing was... The redhead couldn’t complain. Not in the least; The view was amazing, with the sun sinking towards the horizon. The trees rustling in the breeze below and around them...

He could marvel at the view later, though. They were there for a reason, after all. And there was no struggle as he was pulled on top of the jacket. Robin simply smiled at Quinn, silently inviting him to do what he will. “I think so, yeah... You picked a good spot~.” Besides, this way they both could be satisfied.

There was a soft hum as Quinn touched him, considerably less shy about letting out his gasps and moans now that they were completely alone. He didn’t have to worry about being heard. Or, at the very least, he could let it slip his mind.

Robin blinked as he felt his hand touch against Quinn’s now very obvious erection. Shamelessly looking down at it, before his fingers curled up against it. Not quite wrapping around, but giving him a small, teasing touch through the fabric instead.

Quinn nearly made someone fall as he pushed the arcade exit door in a hurry, limbs flailing as he ran through the alley to the back of the commercial street, where staff-only doors, large trash bins and stock trucks were lined up cleanly.

He was the fast type, but… so was Robin, was it police officer training? He didn’t know, only that his friend looked like he was quite in shape, and whenever he thought he was about to lose him, the other was too good to keep up chase or notice his shape. The more he ran, the more he became fatigued, but Quinn held on, rushing through the darkness, screaming once behind him, darkness slowly creeping

“WHY DO YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME ?! I TOLD YOU I NEEDED TO GO, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE..!”

Keeping up with Quinn hadn’t been all that difficult; It definitely was his training, plus the times he actually had to chase criminals down. Granted, this time it obviously wasn’t to arrest anyone. Robin was worried. Quinn just...ran off like that. Frantic about whatever was happening, just straight up leaving the arcade.

It wasn’t until he was screamed at that he actually stopped, practically slipping in the process. Startled. Hurt. “...Quinn...” What did he do? Was following him really that bad...?

“Then I guess I won’t leave your si―uh?!”

As fast as he could, Quinn reached for his cheek right before Robin. Immediately as his finger went in contact with the spot, he felt a squish, as some part suddenly broke into some sort of liquid, not enough to drip out, but with a droplet staining his fingertip, slightly staining the skin too before it stopped.

As he looked at it, Quinn immediately grew sickly pale, a shiver ran down his spine and he could feel cold slimy sweat about to run down his body, looking more nervous than ever.

Oh no. nonoOnonoNOONONONO.

Obvious panic echoed in his voice when the alien spoke up, talking in an overly loud tone as if it’d hide what just happened, covering his “wound” with both his hands.

“No ! Nonononono !! C’mon, you’d never hurt me I… I gotta go hm… clean that up !! Text me alright ?!”

His fingers touching the cheek started to slowly, near imperceptibly turn black too as his emotional response had him lose control too much. Quinn quickly turned back on his feet, nearly tripping as he started sprinting away, away as fast as he could possibly do from Robin. Out out out out. He needed to melt back into form, rest and rebuild again; he most likely wouldn’t be able to see Robin the whole weekend… this sucked so bad.

His hand jerked back as Quinn suddenly reached for the strange black spot instead, concern clear in his eyes. Especially seeing how pale his lover ended up becoming. Something was really wrong. This was more than just an odd little spot on his face, wasn’t it. Robin may be a bit clueless at times, but even he could tell that this was more than just that.

Especially when he noticed that the black had seemed to spread to Quinn’s finger with just a touch. And with how frantic he had quickly become.

“H-Hold on... Quinn... Quinn, wait...!” Nope, he was still going. Robin stared after him, confused and worried. They were having fun, and that came out of nowhere... Even with the assurances that he never would have hurt him, that spot didn’t appear until after he’d pinched Quinn.

“… I can’t help it.” Quinn closed the distance between both their face, nearly touching forehead, half-lidded eyes moving up from Robin’s body directly into his eyes. “After some point I can’t hold it in. That’s never happened to me before, but it’s like an itch; when I see your expressions, when you smile like that, I just have the urge to have you all for myself.”

He stopped his gestures, posing as his hands rested on the other’s waist, tantalizingly close to his own; it wasn’t just the lust; it was just the fact that his extraterrestrial senses could feel Robin’s body warmth so well. It was so close.

“Everyone can look at you and fall in love with you. It’s irresistible to think that you can only make that kind of face when I’m around…”

Quinn’s fingers pressed at the ginger’s belt, lips moving to his ear in a whisper.

“I can be satisfied with just a kiss, but… I really want to do all sorts of things to you right here while you just lean on me.”

It was...interesting, to say the least. Having someone who desired him this much, something that Robin hadn’t really considered a possibility before now... It made him happy. Nobody else really got to see this side of Quinn. Nor did they get to be this close.

His hands moved to rest over his lover’s, a gentle smile appearing on his face. His flushed face, especially as fingers toyed with his belt. Playful, teasing... A shiver went down his spine at the sound of Quinn’s voice in his ear. Robin reached up, turning his lover’s head so that he could place a kiss against those smooth, unnatural lips.