Simon is not a happy camper. Robert's not paying attention to him.
"Pay attention to me! Pay attention to me! Pay attention to me!" tugging on Robert's sleeve
"What do you want, Simon?!" he demands, rounding on Simon, anger in his eyes
Simon wibbles, eyes welling up with tears. His Robin yelled at him!
"Well?" he taps his foot.
Simon bursts into sobs, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. "You ....you YELLED at me!"
Robert stands there for a full minute, not speaking, not moving. All except for a muscle above his eye, which is twitching.
"Simon, tell me what you want, or leave me alone."
"I..." sniffles. "I wanted a hug..."
Robert turns his back on Simon, rolling his eyes. "Go hug somebody else. I'm busy right now."
"You're never too busy for hugs!" Simon protests, tears welling up again.
Robert throws a pencil and a wadded-up ball of paper at him. "GO AWAY!"
Simon races out of the hotel room, sulks in the hallway. "Mean Robin!'
Simon walks along the hallway, thinks of going out to buy cigarettes. He's almost out. Could do with the walk. Heads down to the store.
Spots a dark shop. Peeks in the door. It's full of black leathery things and whips and chains and oh~! His tender little heart beats faster with excitement. Gleefully he empties his wallet and fills up bags.
Heads back to his room. Robert's out, gone to dinner or something, later than usual. Simon already ate. He locks the door then dumps the stuff on the bed. Doffs everything and puts on the tightest leather gear the store had to offer, slinging the belts across his waist, trying on the studded collar and wrist-cuffs.
Sets up the handcuffs under the pillows, ready through the headboard. Puts the key in a drawer, under the bible. Giggles at the implication. Hums a bit as he sets up the rest of the room.
Robert comes back hours later, drunk as a skunk and fiddles with the door before opening it. Blinks in surprise at Simon's form lying on the bed; it looks like he's naked but when the light flips on, it's black and shiny.
Locks the door behind him. "Well that says what you were doing all afternoon..."
Simon giggles. "Wanna hug me now?"
Robert doesn't bother with a hug, he launches himself at Simon on the bed, misses completely, scrunches up into the headboard.
Simon giggles and cuffs Robert to the bed, face-down. Robert bucks and snorts, trying to get free.
"Simon! Let me up!"
"Not this time, luv."
"Simon this isn't funny!" hears Simon get off the bed, can't see. There's a blindfold over his eyes. "Simon let me loose!'
"Shan't." Robert feels his shirt being lifted up, pushed down over his arms and hangs off his wrists. Wonders what Simon's up to.
Sudden blinding pain!
Yelps and twists. Simon's whacked him with something - something hard, sharp, leathery - a belt? A whip? He can't tell. Then it hits him again. Yeah, it's a belt. One of those four- or five-row studded belts he had around his waist.
"Should've given me huggles when I asked!' Simon says.
Sure will! Robert growls and grunts in pain, won't cry out again. Won't let Simon win this.
Simon hits him for a while, then when he's bleeding, pulls down Robert's pants and whacks him over his rear. Over and over and over until he's bleeding there too.
He's very hard by this point. Shifts a little, takes off his trousers. Dare he...he pushes against Robert's backside and the older man lets out a gasp, shaking his head frantically. "N-no, Simon, don't!"
Simon thrusts in with a gasp, it's better than he thought. Robert is writhing and squirming under him, bucking and screaming wildly, panicking, begging and pleading for him to stop. Simon pauses.
"Robin?"
"Simon - please -” he's sobbing hard, shaking, terrified. "D-don't...please stop..."
Simon gently pulls out, crawls to kneel next to Robert's head. Takes the blindfold off, undoes the handcuffs. Robert's shaking like mad, crying, huddled up in a little ball, hugging his knees.
"Are...are you all right?" Simon feels stupid asking the question
Robert mumbles something in a tiny, high-pitched voice.
"Uh...sorry what was that?"
"I...I got raped." he whispers, arms trembling as he hugs his knees tightly to his chest, looking up at Simon with frightened-rabbit eyes.
Simon's mind draws a blank. What?
"I was raped!" Robert cries out, burying his head in his knees, sobbing, coughing and hiccoughing he's so upset.
"God - Robin - I - I never knew -” Simon's heart sinks like a stone. "If I'd known I never would have..."
Robert is still shaking, still crying. Simon puts his arms gingerly around him, wincing now at the bleeding strokes across Robert's back and upper thighs. "I...God, Robin, why didn't you tell me?!"
Those sad, scared eyes again. "I thought you'd h-hate me..."
"Not you, never you!" Simon exclaims, holding him tightly, protectively. "I love you so much, Robin, don't you ever think anything else!'
They're quiet for a long time. Seems like hours, probably is. Just sitting there, holding and hugging and cuddling and the both of them crying. Then Robert slowly lowers his head. "It was Steven."
"Steven who?"
"You know. S-Siouxsie's bassist, Severin. Wh-when we were making that studio album together."
"God..." Simon's stomach flip-flops. He'd walked away from the love of his life, never knowing he was leaving him to be raped by someone he trusted.
"He...we were...he'd given me something, dunno wh-what, can't remember." Robert's speaking a little stronger now, head clearing, voice steadying. "And I was laying there, dreaming up lyrics, and he...he fucked me."
"I'm sorry..." Simon can't really think of what to say. He's so upset.
Simon strokes Robert's hair tenderly, lovingly. Wishes he could undo that damage. "I still love you..."
"Thank you..." Robert whispers, closing his eyes.
Curl up together and pull the blankets up. Sleep together peacefully.