Dispatch (Barrett)
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"-lieve that he's just fucking ghosting me," Flambae rambled on, oblivious to Robert's thoughts, "Me! I mean, clearly he has no idea what he's missing out on, but you know what, Bob-Bob? It's his fucking loss."
"Sure," Robert said, grinning a little. He didn't know why he enjoyed it so much when Flambae got all worked up about shit. Maybe he did have some self-destructive tendencies, as his therapist kept saying.
"Oh, suck my cock, Bobert!" Flambae said, spinning around, jabbing a finger at his face.
"Okay," Robert said, completely deadpan.
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- Part 1 of Head Game
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This was either his best idea yet, or the after effects of his traumatic brain injury from the explosion.
"The thing is," he said, keeping his voice low and cutting off whatever tirade Sonar was in the middle of, "rabies is fucking nasty. And it's in all of your bodily fluids. You might have advanced healing as a super, but not everyone is so lucky... You really can't expect a defenseless normie - like me - to suck you off if you don't keep on top of your vaccinations."
There was dead fucking silence at the end of the line and then a loud crack. He glanced at the monitor to see Sonar's tracker suddenly stutter to a halt downtown.
Robert tried very hard to stop himself from laughing.
"Did you just fly into a building?"
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- Part 2 of Head Game
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"Maybe you should get a hobby."
Robert snorted.
"I'm good at exactly two things," he said, lifting his hand without looking up, to show Punch Up how many that was. God, he really shouldn't have had that fourth whiskey. "Being Mecha Man and sucking cock... but... I'm not Mecha Man anymore, so I guess I'm good at one - single - thing."
In the silence that followed, he replayed what he just said in his head.
Well.
Fuck.
"How come?" Punch Up asked after a few seconds.
"Lots of practice," he said without thinking, making the man snort out a laugh.
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- Part 3 of Head Game
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Robert mumbled something he couldn't catch.
"What? I don't understand what you're saying," he tried, going for a calm tone. Calm-ish. His heart was beating out of his chest with adrenaline.
"... he put something in my drink."
Flambae froze for a second... then cursed, pulling the burning t-shirt off his back, stomping it out on the ground before getting his leather jacket; it was treated with fire-retardant. He would probably need it.
Shit. Fuck, he had to get his shit together.
"Robert. I need you to tell me where you are. Okay? Are you alone? Are you hurt?" he bit out. He'd done his fair share of clubbing - a little less now that he had a regular job, but still - and he'd also seen his fair share of... Nope. If he thought about that he would catch the whole fucking building on fire.
"I... I knocked him out," Robert said. There was an audible swallow. Flambae was concentrating so hard, he could hear the dry click of the man's throat as it worked. Or maybe he just imagined it.
"Fucking good. I'm coming to get you. But I need to know where the fuck you are, do you remember?" he asked, already out the door, taking the stairs down two at a time instead of waiting for the elevator.Series
- Part 4 of Head Game
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Victor’s love for blood isn’t some..wild, out there kink, even if it does get his rocks off. No, no, it’s more than that. And that’s why he hides it, keeps it close to his chest that sometimes he..he NEEDS it. Which is why it’s so embarrassing that he feels like Robert of all people is someone he can confess that to.
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On this episode of Mechabat -
Victor wakes up hungover and craving bloodVictor and Robert share some donuts
And they have an odd conversation about blood.
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- Part 8 of EOM’s Sobert/mechabat fics