(Hey, just here to break up the story and make you read up here for a second. See! You're still reading here! I'm wasting valuable time that could be used reading Sladin sex scenes. XP)

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After his shower Robin tried desperately to block the mental images from his mind … to concentrate on something, anything that wasn't … that. He checked the time on his communicator and decided he had about fifteen minutes before they got back. He began to wonder if that would be enough time for him to relieve himself.

"Wait" He was immediately snapped back after the realization of what he was thinking about. I shouldn't even be thinking about this! What the hell is wrong with me? He quickly got dressed after hurriedly drying his hair with one of the towels on the rack. The bathroom was relatively small for five people.

As Robin's mind drifted back to reality … he realized he'd have to get rid of the clothes. They were filthy … He couldn't just throw them away. There was a risk of someone wandering by the trashcan and smelling it. Even if they didn't they'd see he'd thrown away one of his uniforms and perhaps wonder why.

It was a small chance, but not a risk Robin was willing to take. He began gathering the soaked clothes into a black trash bag. He proceeded to turn off the fire alarm system and burn them. He was careful ofcourse. He'd worked with Batman long enough to know how evidence was burned successfully.

Afterward, he gathered the ashes and washed them down the drain. He was fairly confidant that the job was done thoroughly. He'd even cleaned the bathroom tiles on which the clothing was laid for good measure. He heard his friends arrive downstairs. Finally, it was over and he could relax. He lay back on his bed. He'd never been more exhausted in his life. He's fought psychotic villains, evil monsters, and killer robots, all in the same day, and had enough energy for a round of basketball with Cyborg, or even a late night workout. He let out a soft sigh as he began to calm from the adrenalin high. It was a stupid thing to do. He would never let his guard down like that again.

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"But Robin, why would they come here?" Starfire was curious.

"There's no market for cocaine in Gotham city anymore, so the Falconi family decided they'd set up a new market here." Robin replied "Lucky Batman gave us the tip off or we would've never expected it." Robin was nervous. He didn't want them there. They were in danger. They didn't understand the gravity of the situation. If they make a wrong move, they could be killed.

"So, are these like big time mob dealers? With guns and everything?" Beastboy sounded overly-excited.

"This isn't a game Garfield!" Robin finally snapped "These aren't the villains and criminals we're used to fighting! They're smart, they're organized, and they will kill you if you let your guard down!"

There was a pause for a moment or two. The team wasn't used to Robin having such outbursts. He seemed frustrated lately. "When do you want us to make our move?" Cyborg broke the silence.

"On my signal and not a moment sooner" Robin's voice was firm.

The team stood silent for a few moments more before spreading out, taking different vantage points around the small abandoned building. It was near the edge of the docks. That seemed to be the Falconis` thing. The docks were always their favorite meeting place.

Ten minutes had passed since the meeting started. They were nearly clear of all business, but it was all spoken in code. So far, they had nothing they could use, and couldn't make an arrest. It seemed as though they'd completely wasted their time, until suddenly, and without warning, a man, bound, and gagged was pulled into the room and dropped to his knees before the boss' chair, where he was comfortably seated. He tucked his suede boot under the chin of the captive. "Who'da hell's this low life?"

"Scrawny little runt leaked our information to some other guys workin' 32nd street"

"So why's he still alive?"

"Saved him for you, boss. Whaddya reckon we should do with 'im?"

Robin could see the team tense up. He spoke to them via communicator "wait for my signal. I repeat, stand down!"

"He likes to talk so much, let's give 'im another hole to talk out of."

A mobster who had remained quiet until this point came from behind and placed the gun to the man's jaw. Ofcourse, no one of value would get their hands this dirty at a meeting. They weren't stupid. The most valuable members seldom killed anyone in a place as insecure as this.

The team didn't wait any longer; they immediately rushed in to the man's rescue. "No! not yet!" Robin screamed at them in vain. Well, it's too late now.

Robin shot up immediately and rushed in to try to minimize any risk his team had of being killed when he heard a smooth, low voice from behind him in the shadows of the steel shipping boxes "Robin."

He froze right where he was and turned quickly to place the sound's origin. He spotted a dark figure in the shadows and immediately after catching the gleam of metal from the headgear, his target had changed. "Slade!" Without thinking, he rushed immediately into the chase. His heart was pounding in his chest. He felt his body surge with heat and rage. He ran as fast as his legs could keep up, until he reached Slade. He hadn't gone far, just out of sight of the team. He was calm, collected, certainly better prepared than last time. Once again, Slade was four steps ahead of Robin. "What are you doing here?" He demanded, his voice laced with the rage over the humiliation Slade had caused him.

"Not for the same reason you are, though I plan to take care of the Falconis believe me. I'm not about to lose my place in this city to a crowd of low-class mobsters." Slade sounded more annoyed than anything "I'm actually here for you, Robin."

Robin could feel the hairs on his neck stand up. "What for?" his tone was more nervous.

"Don't play coy, Robin. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Slade began to edge toward him "I have a proposition for you … no, more like a deal to make."

"Alright, tell me what I'm not agreeing to"

"I prefer we speak in private if you don't mind" Slade continued to edge closer "Meet me at that warehouse on 22nd street, 2:30 am. Don't get your hopes up, Robin, it's not my new headquarters, just some property I own on the side, just in case. I'll not have anyone else overhear us. You come alone or not at all."

Though Slade was still at least five feet away, Robin was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the distance. "I don't exactly feel comfortable being alone with you" He stepped back a step without noticing.

"You have my word that I won't do you any harm. If this were a trap I wouldn't spell it out for you."

Robin heard a high pitched scream. "Star" he whipped his head around. He paused for a second, facing a momentary dilemma of wanting to save his team, but wanting to catch Slade. "… Alright, I'll be there." Slade gave a nod and they parted ways, for the moment.

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2:28. Robin pushed open the doors of the warehouse to see that it was, for the most part, empty. There were a few wires, a computer screen, but it was mostly just collecting dust.

"Sorry if the surroundings aren't to your liking, Robin." Slade appeared from the shadows "I really have done some work on the place, but only in a particular room."

"Let's get straight to the point. I don't have time for any games. What do you want?"

Slade let out a slight chuckle "I want the same thing you do, and we'll get to that, let me assure you, but first, I'd like to discuss the terms."

"Terms of what?"

"Must I spell it out for you?" He sounded amused. "What do you think we're here for? The scenery? This is about one thing, and one thing only, sex."

Robin's cheeks flushed bright red at how brutally blunt Slade had put it. "There is no way I would ever- "

"Well in that case I suggest you leave now. I'm not stopping you … however, if you'd like to stay, we can negotiate the terms and come to an agreement."

Robin had no intention of letting Slade have his way with him, but he was curious of what kind of terms Slade would set. "… I'm listening"

Slade, well aware Robin wasn't planning on having sex with him, at least not at the moment, continued anyway, for future reference "Firstly, no one other than us is to know of this, if anyone is told, the deal is off." He paused to make sure Robin was listening "Second, identities are not to be revealed, if one of us learns the other's identity, the deal is off … and thirdly … there is to be no emotional involvement … The last one's more for your benefit ... When you're so young, you can easily confuse sexual desire for emotion."

Robin paused for a moment. Slade was actually being … reasonable … but even so, "No deal … oh, and believe me, I can't see myself getting 'emotionally involved' with you anytime soon!"

Slade chuckled to himself. Poor Robin feels insulted, how adorable. "No need to get so defensive, Robin. It was merely an observation."

Slade's demeanor seemed to change as he made his way toward Robin. Knowing, full well what his intentions were, Robin began backing away, but didn't get far before he was trapped between Slade and a wall. "Don't" Robin warned as Slade advanced upon him, placing his hand at his waist and firmly pulling him forward.

"Why not?" Slade leaned farther, breathing down the boy's neck, slowly sliding his hand down his taught stomach to his groin.

Robin let out a slight gasp, and began to feel his body heat rising with a surge of hormones. His legs began to feel weak as Slade massaged through the thin material of his pants. He was on the verge of collapsing.

"Get undressed, and meet me in the bedroom, last door on the left." Slade's voice was rushed. He walked with a brisk pace down the hall to wait in the bedroom for him.

Robin could feel his legs shake as he pulled off his shirt and began wrestling with his gloves, belt, and pants. What am I doing? He couldn't help but think of how wrong it was, but he couldn't bring himself to stop either. He followed Slade down the hall and to the bedroom. He'd left, at least for the moment, his briefs on to maintain his dignity for as long as possible.

The bedroom was nice, comfortably, but not expensively furnished, with dim lighting coming from the hall outside, there didn't seem to be a light bulb in the room, an inviting warm looking bed with silk black sheets … a scene set specifically for this.

Slade eyed Robin's bare skin, starting at his chest and working his way down until he got to his briefs. "I thought I told you to get undressed"

Robin swallowed the lump in his dry throat. "I'm working on it" He slid the briefs down his legs and kicked them off "… and … what about you?"

Slade let out a light chuckle "close the door, and come here."

Robin did as instructed, feeling his way over to the bed, blinded by the darkness of the room. Eventually he crawled into bed and his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. He couldn't see much, but he was able to make out a few shadows, and gleams on Slade's metallic uniform. He quickly crawled across the bed to where Slade lay, calmly, relaxed. He planned to take his time. Robin however wasn't in a waiting mood. He slid his hand down the front of Slade's black, heavy, leather pants, expecting reciprocation for his efforts.

Slade let out a slight chuckle at him. "Don't be too eager Robin. We have all night." He pulled Robin's hand out of his pants, and pushed him back to the mattress. "Relax"

Robin strained against the dark as Slade unlatched his metallic helmet, pulled it off, and threw it aside. Despite his best efforts, the most he could make out was that Slade was Caucasian, had some stubble, and short, clean-cut, platinum blonde, possibly white, hair. The finer details of Slade's face were hidden in shadow. There seemed to be something hiding his right eye, which was itself concealed behind Slade's hair, hanging in his face as he pulled off his shirt and the Kevlar vest below it.

Robin looked carefully at the material, and on each he saw a small 'S' symbol … He must get this stuff custom made. Robin watched as Slade removed the rest of his clothing, article by article, agonizingly slowly. He inspected Slade's bare skin carefully. It was pale, and riddled with battle scars. Robin couldn't tell from what exactly, not in this lighting, but the majority appeared to be gunshot wounds.

Slade noticed the staring, and was admitably flattered. "See something you like?"

Robin, not conscious of doing so, bit his lip. "Yes, actually"

"Shall we get started then?" Slade slid his hand up Robin's thigh.

Robin tensed and barely managed to stifle a gasp of excitement. He swallowed the lump in his throat so he was able to speak. "Yea"

Slade leaned over him and let his hands wonder up and down Robin's smooth, delicate skin. He was actually much better looking than Slade had expected. He didn't expect his skin to be so flawless … especially in his line of work. With a seamless transition, Slade began directing his attention southwards. Robin let out a gasp of air as Slade slid his hand up and down his length, slowly.

Slade continued this at the same pace for a moment or so, just to see how much of it Robin would tolerate before urging him for more, but things didn't go quite as Slade had planned. He ended up frustrating himself and decided to cut his little experiment short. He released Robin from his grip and searched the dresser until he found a small container. He then proceeded to open the cap of it, and squeeze about a fourth of the contents onto his fingers.

"W-what're you doing?" Robin's head was still spinning from the excitement.

Slade pushed his legs apart and knelt so he was between them. "This is going to be a little difficult. Just try to relax."

A sudden expression of panic overtook Robin's face as he realized what Slade intended to do. He immediately tried to back away from him, but was pinned before he could.

"Now, now, don't be difficult, Robin" Slade's voice was laced with impatience. He held Robin's legs apart as he began to slowly slide his fingers into him, while simultaneously emptying more of the contents of the container onto his large and now rather hard erection.

"waitwaitwiatwait!" Robin jerked back, trying to free himself from Slade's grip, but was only forced further into the position. "Don't- ah!" Robin winced as Slade began to drive himself into him. The pain, due mostly to the fact that Slade was hung like a fucking porn star, coursed through Robin's nerves and he instinctively clenched himself as hard as he could, which only made things more painful.

"Relax, Robin" Slade pushed farther "It's almost half way there"

Half way? Are you kidding me? Robin, to the best of his ability, obeyed. He grit his teeth and relaxed enough for Slade to drive in the full length. Slade then withdrew and pushed back in, slowly.

Robin suddenly felt himself heating up again, as he felt Slade brush against something. He let out a few soft moans as Slade began to build a rhythm. "ah" Robin parted his legs farther, to allow him more access.

Slade began thrusting harder, making sure to hit all the right places. Robin arched his back and let out a ragged moan. Robin began to move in rhythm with Slade's thrusts, muttering obscenities under his breath. Hearing Robin's moaning and pleading excited Slade all the more, he leaned forward onto him and began kissing, sucking, and biting at his neck. He gripped his hair and pulled his head to the side, bearing his neck. Robin moaned, and gripped the sheets, feeling Slade's pace quicken. He began unconsciously moaning, quite loudly. Eventually, he'd taken all he could handle, and he threw his head back against the mattress and came, cursing Slade's name. Slade could feel Robin tense and relax in his grip, and the feeling of the hot liquid spilled onto him became too much for him and he followed suit.

They lay there in the dark for a while. Their vision impaired by their dazed state, the only reminder of where they were at the moment was each other's heavy breathing. Robin could feel the weight of his eyelids. His head still spinning, he fell immediately unconscious, half hoping that all this had been was a dream … that he wouldn't have to face up to what he'd done. The time for such things could wait, for now, he could relax and let his mind go blank.

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(XD ha! I wasted a full four pages on not sex! You were reading it like "WTF? This is a total time waster!" Well, I'll assure you that it wasn't entirely pointless … okay most of it you could probably do without, but who cares? I like the whole "cat and mouse" game they play before they go at it like rabbits.)