Disclaimer: Teen Titans do not belong to me, unfortunately.
PLEASE READ: The characters are going to be a bit OOC. This is my first story, so do not judge me too harshly. I know Red isn't supposed to come into the series later… that is why this is a "WHAT IF" story. It is a smutty story, so there's another reason the characters will be a bit off. Imagine that everyone is hairless besides armpits, groin and head hair. I don't want to explain how they are all perfectly hairless to perfection.
EDIT: Fuck muffins. FUCK. I can't really change it now, but I said Robin was 17 in the author's note in the first chapter, and now he's 18 in this. Well, surprise to me and you! He is now 18. Ignore the 17.
After I was thrown carelessly into my new room, I found out I'd be sharing it with the second most annoying person in the world after Beast Boy: Red X. Oh what fantastic luck I have. I then proceeded to scrape my dignity together to beat the living hell out of Red. Of course, he saw my anger way before I had thought to kill him. Red jumped off the bed and landed in a defensive stance.
"Listen, Rob. I know we've had our differences, but-," Red started.
I stopped listening immediately as he tried to talk sense. This ass stole my suit, and my pride along with it. He had gotten past my security system and outsmarted me, embarrassing me to the extreme. I was going to give him a couple of jabs and then figure out who the mastermind was behind that skeletal mask.
I lashed out with a bare fist. I hadn't changed back into my apprentice uniform yet, so I didn't have the normal accessories of elbow-length gloves and steel-toed boots. My knuckles still made damage to his already cracked mask. More chipped away with each shot I got in, though with difficulty. Red wasn't going to lose his identity without a fight, and no other villain or superhero would either.
We bustled around the confined space. I was surprised the room was so big. I would think that Slade would torture us more by making the room just as puny as my recent room, but it was actually twice the size. As I analyzed the space in my peripherals, Red saw his chance and dove for the opposite side of the bed. Just as I was about to jump, Red called out to me.
"Listen here, kid. I don't want to be here, you definitely don't want to be here, and we should make the most of it. We could make a plan to escape. Think about it: most kick-ass thief in the world and one of the best heroes I know. How can Slade possibly keep us locked up?"
I was listening to him, with all my power, I was hearing him. As I heard those words, I felt the plan already forming. We were going to take down the king of stealth and blood bath, Slade. I didn't quite know what the end result would be. I didn't want to kill him, just severely impair his ability to do anything besides shit in his hospital bed. We were going to get him.
It was weird to think Red and me as a team. We were arch enemies, good versus bad until the end. As I lowered my arms and stood tall, I gave Red the once over. Either he was trying a new look or Slade gave him a new wardrobe, since he wasn't wearing his classic uniform I created. Instead, he was wearing black, Lycra pants like me, a tight, black muscle shirt, and steel-toed boots. His arms were bare, and as his new cracks in his mask started to give, he ordered me to turn around. He fiddled behind me and when I turned around, I took it all in stride. His new mask only covered his eyes and his hair, with a ribbon tying it in place in the back. Not a single orange S marked Slade's latest property snag. I sighed. Of course, he wanted me to be the only one feeling owned.
After getting comfortable sitting on the bed, Red was looking me over too. We both came to the same conclusion: no weapons, no chance. Red sighed through his nose, and for once I saw him frustrated like every other normal person. Usually, I only receive his playful side filled with double-meanings and bad jokes. Then as soon as Red seemed to realize this, he faced me, a smile splitting his face.
"Well, are we gonna' snuggle or get straight to it?" Red whispered invitingly.
I blushed at 'snuggle', but had to ask, "Get straight to what? We can't start planning now, when we have nothing, you know."
He laughed, "No, kid. When are we getting to the sex part of the evening?"
He chuckled at my wide spread blush, saying things like how adorable I looked blushing. With my face as red as a tomato, I stuttered, "W-whatever, man. We're t-two guys and S-Slade is p-probably watching us. Don't be s-so sick."
He considered this before he spoke, "So if one of us was a girl and big, bad Slade wasn't watching, you're saying we'd be totally breaking some headboard right now?"
I talked without thinking, "Yes- I mean n-no, but you heard me wrong!"
"I heard you just fine, kid. It was only a little jail humor. You know you here how guys tend to make others their bitch in the ghastly world of prison," he paused to let me digest his words, "Anyways, I'm not in to minors."
I swallowed hard, "I just turned eighteen, asshole. I'm no little kid anymore. I can take care of myself."
Red smiled, "I've never had any doubt on whether you can take care of yourself. And since we are all sharing a bit about ourselves, I'll say something in return. I'm twenty and single." I noticed how he left out calling me 'kid'. That 'single' part left me queasy.
He started removing his black shirt, and I sputtered while hopping off the bed's edge, "W-what the hell do you think you're d-doing?" I had stuttered, something I did a lot around Red. I mentally slapped myself at that recognition.
Red threw the shirt to the corner of our cell and reached for the lamp, "Relax, I'm going to bed. Nighty-night… kid." He added his nickname for me just to piss me off- I know it.
Red disappeared under the covers, and I couldn't imagine how he could fall asleep so fast when I started to hear him snore. Using my detective skills, I scanned the room finding a couple of well-hidden cameras. I don't bother to mess with them because I know I'll just get punished in the end. With Red here, who knows what my punishments will be like now?
I didn't fall asleep. I sat awake all those hours trying to sort thoughts. I have known I'm gay since Starfire tried a little extra move on me back at the tower. She snuck up on me in the hallway, and practically flashed me as she tried to force herself on me. I guessed she had thought I'd wanted it. I didn't blame her because really it's Star, and she is naïve to earthly culture. After that little incident, I've just known. Beast Boy and Cyborg never attracted me because they were still only my friends. I never told anyone. Raven figured it all out with just a quick sweep of my mind. She hadn't told the others, so I'm eternally indebted to her.
I watched Red all night. He fidgeted in his sleep, like a dog that ran after cars and mailmen in his dreams and physically moved on the outside. I was leaning against the wall off the bed but my hormones must have got the better of me still, as I was staring at that mouth. He had perfect full lips, but you know they'd look even better wearing that famous smirk.
I was surprised about the mask. The mask I cracked from earlier was gone, and replaced with flimsy cloth after the hard face plate almost fell away. I got to keep my own as it originally was, except for the spiked ends. I thought maybe Slade would let him do the same. I always heard that smirk Red wore when we were in combat. Now that I got to see it, I completely fell in love with its cockiness and sensual attitude that matched Red's personality.
Also, his voice wasn't masked anymore. His real voice was deep from what puberty gave him, and I bet if you pressed your cheek against his chest while he spoke, it would vibrate. When I first heard it when I stepped into our shared cell, I gasped and swooned like a schoolgirl meeting Johnny Depp. When Red laughed, I felt the whole room heat with it nearly suffocating me in its sensual embrace. The first words that came to mind were manly, arousing, and luscious.
The covers slipped down over a period of time, from Red's tossing. He was now flat on his stomach, the blanket curved around his waist. His bare back could be seen, with my dark-adjusted eyes and the digital clock numbers next to the bed, it glowed. It glowed in this way I couldn't describe. I wanted to reach out and skim my fingers down his toned body. Yes, he was quite ripped. When he first tore that shirt off, I couldn't help but stare at those perfect six-packs, bulging biceps, and a chest I could have ran my fingernails down all day.
I watched him breath and sleep away the days stress. The half of the face I could see wasn't tensed or lined with angst. I knew mine was when I slept. Hero work seemed to leave me in a permanent state of analyzing the facts, worrying about the civilians, and fearing if I'll lose their lives or my own the next day. I was jealous of Red's ability to just not care and be bothered by the things that troubled regular humans and not-so-regular humans, such as the teen Titans.
I gazed upon his resting, beautiful body until it was only an hour before the bots would come in and take us to training. Red was dangerous in a way that no one else knew but me: sexy. The way he talked, strutted around like a peacock, his smile, and his casual way he handled life. I needed that sort of messy, relaxed, bad guy to balance out my organized, stressed, good guy lifestyle. I didn't right out think I needed Red, because that would be absurd. I simply edged around it with a knife in case it came closer, and instead went for the idea that said you only need him to get out of here alive.
Within the hour we had till the bots came, Red had woken. He stood and stretched. I lowered my eyes before I could see all those muscles flex, see his stomach go taut, but I couldn't keep out the sound of his moan when he felt the good feeling of loosening up in the early morning. That moan sent shivers up my spine and back down again to my groin. I stayed in my crouched seat against the wall, eyes cast down until the door banged open and the bots came in.
There were four of them from then on out, since an extra prisoner was aboard. The first one to come in handed me a note. Slade's hand writing was atrocious, like most men. It simply stated, Shower day. Red snatched it from me when he saw my grin. Showers were always good because they smoothed out my stress… to an extent. It helped me clear my mind.
The bots escorted us to the metal door that I knew led to the showers, the glorious man-made rain that meant near bliss for me. I sighed happily.
"What are we going to do, share the damn thing?" Red laughed, but there was an edge saying he wasn't entirely sure of this time when things didn't work out.
I glanced around finally coming back to what I had forgotten. The showers, or shower, were really a five by ten size room, or the size of a normal walk-in closet. There were two shower heads and a drain in the middle for the soap and water to go down. There was one bar of soap, two towels, and not a lot of room for two grown boys to be swinging their naked members around. I sighed in exasperation this time. Nothing was going right for me today, was it?
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EDIT: http:/ man. /man_model/ ambrose-olsen-fitness-male-model (take out space between everything) Go down to the last picture of this male model. Cover up everything above the lips… that is my Red's body! HOT! Also, the model is grinning in pictures above that one and that totally reminds me of Red's smirk! PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT IT!
