Chapter 0 - escalation

When his mood finally begins to pick up, when Robin watches him change and his perspective change, the Mad King becomes quite the flirt. Of course, if he were to try flirting with most of the women in the army, he would be met with quite a lot of resistance, but for whatever reason, he focuses solely on Robin, and Robin finds that she doesn’t mind nearly as much as she would have expected.

In fact, as much as she may hate to admit it, she finds that she likes it. She likes the extra attention and the not-so-subtle innuendo and the brief touches that are not at all necessary. He can be charming, when he tries, and when he tries, he’s actually rather attractive. Even though she’s sure she probably shouldn’t, Robin catches herself flirting back on more than one occasion.

They fall into a pattern like this, flirting in a way that she isn’t sure isn’t obvious to everyone, but even if everyone notices, no one has said anything else. She supposes she should be ashamed to be so involved with him, but she can’t bring herself to care when she’s been lonely lately, and when it’s entirely innocent.

Until it isn’t very innocent at all.

She’ll swear till her dying day that he was the one that made the move that lead to the two of them ending up in bed together, but it does take two to tango, and they’re together , and she has done nothing to oppose it. Like it or not, she knows that she wants it, that she’s wanted it for a little too long now, and even before anyone knows that there’s officially something between them, they get into the habit of disappearing together.

She has a lot of possible scenarios in mind for getting a charismatic flirt- an eccentric , charismatic flirt- like Gangrel in bed, but none of them come to pass. He isn’t immediately rough with her, nor does he take his time, teasing her until she can’t take it anymore. In fact, he doesn’t seem to want to take any of the initiative, instead offering himself to her, as soon as they’re alone.

Offering himself.

To her.

She doesn’t really get it at first, doesn’t comprehend what it means when Gangrel kneels in front of her, all gentlemanly, and takes her hand. For a moment, she panics, because she thinks it’s a marriage proposal, but then…

“Do whatever you will with me, milady,” he says, and his voice would almost sound sincere, except he’s sporting the ghost of a smirk. “For as long as we’re alone like this, I’m all yours.”

She doesn’t know what he means by that, and it’s not just her lack of experience making her ignorant, but he laughs it off and takes the time to confess to her the sort of fantasies he harbors now. He sounds so mocking at he speaks that she can almost forget that he’s mocking himself, in a way.

“Sure, it was fun once, having women younger than you and twice as beautiful- oh, don’t make that face, I’m joking!- groveling and doing whatever I asked of them, but...I’m not the man I once was, you know. Low as I am now, I have...new interests, if you will.” He laughs again, and grins up at her. “Do you think you can accommodate?”

At first, she has no idea what she’s doing, and at first, he begrudgingly resumes his old role, sighing and huffing and all around making a big deal out of the “sacrifice” he has to make for the “greater good”, but it isn’t long before she has the hang of things. The hang of humiliating him, and making him hers in absolutely every way.

She stands with one foot on his chest, and he looks up at her, his expression never losing that hint of smugness, even when they play like this. He still has his wit, and he teases her, asking her questions like, “Are you really going to let me enjoy the view like this, tactician? Hardly a punishment!” And he keeps up taunts like that until she’s digging her foot into his chest and when he makes a pained noise, it fades into something resembling a pleasured moan.

“You’re really going to demand punishment?” she asks. “That’s quite the new low. Always managing to surprise me, fallen king.”

“Well, as you know, there’s only one reliable way to get me to shut up,” he says, and his laugh is a little bit strained as she steps on his chest.

“That I do,” she murmurs, and in an instant, she’s stepped off his chest and forward, kneeling until she straddles his face. In the beginning, he preferred her to be more forceful, practically using his face to get off, but as he’s gotten some practice in, he’s become so proud of his skill that he always wants to show her just how well he can please her.

And he really has become rather skilled with his tongue, it never takes him long before she’s whimpering, made briefly powerless even in their arrangement. He’s learned every weakness she has like this, and as he works his tongue deeper, twisting and tracing shapes, she finds herself crying out his name, more and more frequently.

Before she gets too close, she forces herself to regain her senses, and to regain her upper hand, and she grinds against him, working her hips so that she takes the lead, and Gangrel struggles to keep up with her. She reaches one hand down to tangle in his hair, tugging so that he winces, so that he would cry out in pain if he weren’t close to out of breath by now.

And just when she thinks she’s almost there, when she’s sure he’ll run out of breath completely, she halts her movements, scooting back to sit on his chest. Regaining his breath like this is no easy task, and she can feel the shallow rise and fall of his chest. He gives her a look, still so damned smug because he knows he’s done good.

“Beg me,” she says.

“After I did all that for you, you still think you have to make me beg? You’re going to break my heart, tactician.”

“Come on, now,” she teases. “We both know you’ve gotten especially good at begging, don’t we? You’re little more than a dog, now, remember? Beg for me.”

“You’re getting quite good at the cutting remarks,” he says. “Very well... please , you understand how absolutely mad you drive me. Well...madd er , I should say! But that’s not the point right now, is it? Robin, I’m begging you…”

Usually, she makes him beg a little more than that, and won’t give in until he drops the jokes, but today, she can’t help herself. She wants him as well, terribly so, and to make him wait to to make her wait. Just this once, she can afford to go easy on him, and she works her way back until she’s sinking down onto his cock, and he makes the most pathetically delicious noise.

When she rides him like this, she always manages to render him completely speechless, and he holds tight to her hips as she rises and falls, finding a rapid and almost frantic rhythm as she gives in to her desires. It’s a strange development, knowing that they went from casual, innocent flirting to this, and she doesn’t know what it means or if they’re going to go anywhere else from here, but when he’s got her like this, on the verge of her climax, she doesn’t care about any of that.

In fact, today, she doesn’t even care that they forget to take precautions, that he’s there before she thinks about pulling off of him, and she doesn’t think about the future or consequences, as the sensation pushes her over the edge as well. When she collapses onto him, panting, he holds her close, and only then does she start to wonder if she has a future with him, and when she started wanting one. 

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