This was requested by BirdmadGirl8 who requested a Robert and Simon chapter. Enjoy!

There's nothing in the world that means more to me than you.
You are beautiful, dynamic, and unpredictability pleasant.
Loving you is a storm.
You are the one who makes me sad and happy at the same time.

We've got the power to hurt each other and reduce ourselves to tears.
It's been a fight.
You've left.
You've even declared that I am the person you hate the most.
You were not yourself then.
I was too proud to admit my fault.
I drove you away.

Even so, with all the rows and tension
I can forget all that.
I'll still love you and that is unlikely to change.
You're valuable and I'd give it all up for you.
If only I wasn't the way I was.

After all we've been through, why do I feel like I don't know you?

Tensions grew on tour and quarrels broke out. Incredibly, a fist fight broke out over a bar tab. Simon and Robert were being divided further and further with each passing incident. Snide remarks on stage and blatant disrespect from band members. Clearly, there was animosity brewing within. Simon departed from The Cure and decided to start his own band. That was his final blow that cut deep. 

Things were cold for a while until Robert convinced himself to offer Simon his place back in the band. He has expected it to fall like a stack of bricks, that Simon would still hold animosity towards him.

"Yes.  I'll take it back", Simon told him, to Robert's surprise.

"You will?", he asked.

Simon nodded, "I said so, didn't I?", he asked, bitterness slightly in his voice.

Robert rubbed his sleeve with his hand, feeling the awkward tension.  Simon had said 'yes' to the offer but it felt more like he was accepting a job and not really interested in making amends. It was a step forward to making gradual amends at least.

And so, the band continued on as it have. Their bassist had returned and he had once again integrated into the band easily as though he never left. But with Robert, things weren't the same as before.  Their relationship felt strictly professional now rather than amicable. 

Simon would answer with brief one word replies whenever Robert would talk to him and whatever conversation they shared was filled with awkward silence. Simon barely made eye contact, distracting himself with his guitar or fiddling with anything at hand. Robert would just stand there, gawking at his bandmate, until he took the hint and walked away.  He wasn't interested in speaking with him, the way he saw it. So, he gave Simon space.

If Simon wanted his space, he was entitled to that. If he didn't feel like having a proper conversation with Robert

On the next tour, things weren't improving nor getting worse. Things just remained the same.

Robert's girlfriend didn't accompany them on tour this time. Without her there to distract him from the situation with Simon, all he could feel was the tension.  If she were there, he'd focus on her and push it to the back of his mind. She began to feel less like a significant other more like a distraction from his feelings for Simon.

Robert had loved his girlfriend for years. After all they've been through, they were planning on marrying. He loved her not Simon. He'd try to burn it into his mind that it's impossible to love someone else the same way you do another person. There can only be one you truly love, and it's the person you feel the most strongly about.

Robert curled up into the fetal on the bed of his suite, hugging his knees close to his chest . Everyone was knackered and jet lagged but not Robert. He was tired too and jet lagged but was unable to sleep. Normally, just the feel of the bed had him sleeping like the dead in a matter of seconds.

Simon dragged his luggage into the same room and set it against the wall. Robert didn't seem to notice him enter. He sulked, looking at the wall, seemingly disconnected from the outside world. Simon kicked off his shoes on and hopped onto his  bed.

"What are you doing here?", mumbled Robert.

"Come again?", asked Simon.

"Shouldn't you be in your room?", he asked louder.

"This is my room. I'm rooming with you.  , replied Simon as if he had said the obvious.

Robert sat up and snatched his flask from his pocket. If he was going to cope with the tension and rooming with Simon, he was going to need more liquor. He put his high tops back on and grabbed his wallet.

"Where are you going?", asked Simon.

Robert shrugged, "Liquor store. ", he said flatly.

"What are you getting?", he asked.

"Liquor."

Robert swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him. He stomped down the stairs and out of the hotel. It was snowing outside but he had gone unprepared. A pull over sweater wasn't going to be enough to keep him warm. It wasn't that late at night, only about eight in the evening, but the streets were virtually void of pedestrians. Most people would not want to be outside, freezing in the harsh winter

Robert trudged through the blanket of snow covering the sidewalk down the block to a tiny Liquor store.  He had only about 120 pounds in his wallet but it would still be enough to buy a bottle or two. Depending on what size bottle and the quality of the liquor, it would probably be expensive. Being a tiny store, the selection would probably be limited and cheap though. It wasn't a winery or brewery. But Robert wasn't snooty or fancy when it came to alcohol. He wouldn't care what kind of alcohol it is or how much it cost as long as it did its job.

Robert purchased a single bottle of whiskey and went in his way. During the entire transaction, he didn't say a single word to the clerk or to anyone. The young man working the counter looked exhausted and itching to get off his shift. He sighed in annoyance when Robert had entered the store, and sarcastically welcoming him. When Robert had set down the bottle on the counter, the clerk sighed and rolled his eyes as if Robert's presence was offensive somehow. Robert snatched the bottle from the counter and scurried off away from the broody teenager.

It had only gotten icier outside so he spedwalked back to the hotel. He didn't run in case he slipped and busted his bum and the glass whiskey bottle on ice. Snow had begun to pile up in his hair and clothes, his teeth had begun to chatter, his nose and cheeks were turning pink, and his hands shook. He clutched the bottle with both hands to avoid dropping it. The whiskey was chilling as we walked down the street. With that weather, who needed a refrigerator?

Entering the hotel was bliss. It was hot in there compared to outside.  He was still cold though so he hurried to his suite. He set the bottle gently on the ground and proceeded to fumble the keys in his shaking and icy hands. He unlocked the door, picked up the bottle, and went inside.

Simon was on the bed, sleeping or at least trying to. He couldn't sleep despite being exhausted and jet lagged too. He laid on his side watching as Robert threw the contents of his pockets onto the bed along with the whiskey.  He stayed watching him without saying anything.

Robert shook the snow off of his hair and sweater before taking off his shoes. His sweater was uncomfortably wet and cold. He lifted it over his head, taking it off and grabbed another pullover to wear over his T-shirt. Simon rolled over with his back now to his roommate so that he could change in private.

"What are you looking at?", asked Robert defensively. Simon's eyes widened and he felt his face heat up.

He pretend led to stir in his sleep, "Nothing, mate.  I'm trying to sleep. ", he replied, feigning sleepiness.

"You watched me undress?", Robert asked indignant.

Simon sat up, "No!"

Robert smiled, "Doesn't matter.  Not anything you haven't seen before.", he replied.

"What did you get?", asked Simon, changing the subject.

Robert held up the bottle to him. Simon took it from him and cracked the cap open. , "You going to share?", he asked.

Robert shrugged, "If you want. "

They didn't have any shot glasses so they each took turns drinking directly from the glass bottle.  The alcohol seemed to be easing the tension.  It seemed to have melted away as easy as butter. Simon and him were mucking around, drinking to try to fall asleep.  It wouldn't work though. All it did was make the urge to piss constant.

Simon had moved to Robert's bed and they were both sitting beside each other on the bed. They were both beginning to feel plastered but not yet sleepy. Simon was no longer making much sense, bringing up random things.  Robert wasn't listening because his mind had seem to have gone elsewhere again.

Simon had scooted closer and rested his legs on top of Robert's.  He rested his head on his bandmate's shoulder and rubbed his cheek on Robert's soft sweater. The other didn't even seem to notice Simon seemingly  rubbing his scent on his shoulder like a cat.

"I've always loved your shoulders.", mumbled Simon.

That was enough to catch Robert's attention. He widened his eyes and cocked his brow. "...Come again?"

Simon didn't reply.  Instead, he drunkenly began singing Paul Anka's "Put Your Head on My Shoulder ". Robert chortled as his mate sang off key and forgot many of the lyrics. It gradually went from funny to obnoxious. Simon was getting louder and louder, probably waking up other patrons in the hotel.

"Ey, shut up, yeah? Just 'cause you aren't sleeping doesn't mean other people aren't either. ", Robert scolded.

Simon smiled and silently laughed. He didn't seem to be taking anything seriously.  Like an unruly being scolded by his mother, he laughed and continued to fool around.

"Okay, mummy", said Simon mockingly.

Simon wrapped his arms around Robert's neck and straddled him. The other felt like he couldn't breathe. His face had begun to heat up on the outside while inside, his heart beat so loud it was almost deafening. 

"Carry me to bed, gorgeous. ", said Simon.

"I can't, mate. You're heavy!", replied Robert.

"But you're not complaining that I'm sitting on you. ", added Simon.

Robert didn't reply. He didn't hate the feeling of Simon being that close to him. After being distant from him for a long time, it felt good to have Simon closer than ever. It felt wrong but way too right to be wrong.

"It's okay. I like it when you hold me too.", said Simon.

"You do?"

Simon nodded and his smile faded into a sad frown, "All that time I had missed it."

"Simon..."

Simon inched closer to Robert's chest and rested his head on it. He was at the part of his drunken stupor where he got emotional.  He was started to choke up crying.

"I missed being the band. I missed the band. I missed you.", he slurred.

"I...I missed you too.", replied Robert.

"Really?"

"Really really. ", affirmed Robert.

"I'm glad to be back, Bobert. ", said Simon.

"I'm glad you're back Seemon. ", joked Robert.

Simon got off of Robert and sat down next to him on the bed. Robert wrapped his arm around his bassist's shoulder and let him rest his head on his shoulder. Simon could get as close as he wished.  Robert was satisfied with having him close. What was normally too close for comfort, didn't feel close enough.

"What did you miss about me?", asked Simon.

"Just you and everything about you. "

"I missed everything about you too. But I wish I didn't. ", said Simon.

"S-Simon..."

"You love your girlfriend and she loves you. I want you for myself. ", he continued.

Robert looked at his friend incredulous. Simon, not even at his drunkest, would admit anything like that. Neither of them would have. Simon was choking up again, sounding ready to cry. Robert felt too astounded to believe any of it was the truth. It felt like a pleasant dream where Simon loved him as Robert loved him. A perfect reality where Simon was open with feelings.
But like all pleasant and perfect dreams, the world becomes sadder after waking up and realizing none of it was real.

Luckily for both Robert and Simon, it was reality and not a dream. But it would end similarly as a dream does. They would both wake up and play it off like it never happened, like none of the feelings were ever shared. So, Robert decided to live in the moment while it lasted.

"You have me."

Simon shook his head, "No. I want more. I... I love you. You bastard, I fuckin' love you.", whined Simon.

"I... I love you too, Simon. But I can't just leave her. I love her-"

"I know. I don't want to hear you say it. I just want to have you the way I want for now. ", interrupted Simon.

Robert paused before speaking, "Well...how is it that you want me?", he asked.

Simon cupped his man's face and pressed his lips on Robert's crimson lips. His eyes grew as wide as saucers. He didn't expect Simon to actually do that.

Simon deepened the kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of Robert's neck. His eyes were shut and his cheeks were rosy like his partners. Simon moaned into the kiss as he felt Robert's hands around his back. Simon crawled on top of Robert again and deepening the kiss even more, increasing the passion.

They both pulled away to catch their breath.  Simon looked lustfully into Robert's eyes who returned the same look. Simon smiled and rested his forehead on his partner's. He sat in his lap, admiring his beauty. Robert was properly beautiful so much that it hurt.

"Like that, I want you like that. ", replied Simon.

And then they fucked...the end. Lol, I'm so sorry about this. But yes, they ended up making sweet love.

I want to thank BirdMadGirl for requesting a Robin Gailith imagine. This was my first time writing anything of the sort and I had fun writing it. This is a little shorter than I hoped for but I was too eager to release it.  Part 2 anyone? Though, I have a feeling Part 2 might be a little.... interesting, if you catch my drift

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