Title: Titleless until you get to the end. Then I'll tell you.

Warning: SLASH, actual slash this time!

Disclaimer: I'll own the Teen Titans when chipmunks get up and sing, wearing little sweater and have a human for a father…-turns head to listen- wait that's happened already? Are you sure? Okay, yeah, I'll tell them. Disregard that last comment. I don't own anything.

Robin let out a gasp as Slade dragged the small dagger across his the upper part of his uniform. The strange sensation causing goose bumps to travel up and down his arms.

"Slade what are you…?"

Then Slade stabbed him, but extremely lightly making a small hole in Robin's brightly colored chest. Robin twisted in his chains that had him bound to the bed but this didn't distract Slade in the least.

Slade moved his blade back to the incision that he had already made and pressed the tip gently against Robin vulnerable flesh underneath. Robin thrashed for another second before he felt the blade bite into his skin, drawing blood.

Robin stopped moving, but Slade had not removed the knife. They sat there and stared at one another, masked eyes to masked face before Slade removed the blade and instead sliced up Robin uniform, bearing the boy's pale chest as well as the minute cut that Slade had inflicted.

Then with a few quick flick of his wrist he had shredded what was left of the Boy Wonder's shirt.

"Slade stop! Don't do this!" But yet again Slade ignored Robin's protests, the knife disappear back into Slade's belt. So that now he had his hands free he removed his gloves so that they could roam over the teen's chest. Slade placed a hand on either side of Robin's torso as he gently caressed both of Robin's nipples with his thumbs, rubbing them in circles. Robin squirmed uncomfortable, the chains encircling his wrists clanking with his movements.

Slade then moved further down and traced out every one of Robin's visible ribs. Robin let out a soft gasp at Slade's feathery touch. It wasn't quite tickling but more like teasing. Robin was not ticklish but his sides had always been sensitive, and as Slade continued trailing his hands down Robin's sides his body tensed and his breathing quickened.

Then Slade was sitting back and undid his belt, letting it fall to one side of the bed, shortly followed by his armor, shirt, and boots. His pants he left for now. Then he was back leaning over Robin.

And then, never taking his eye off of Robin's, he reached up and undone the clasp on his mask before allowing it to join the rest of his uniform on the floor.

Seeing Slade's face seemed to have shaken Robin out of the odd state of mind he had been inhabiting, as he watched the man undress, but now Robin was again pulling on the chain fasten securely to the headboard.

Slade chuckled lightly as his lips found the spot where Robin had been cut. He licked away the few drops of blood before starting to suck on Robin wound, receiving a sudden intact of breath follow by a nearly spasm-like thrust of the boy's hips. Slade smiled against Robin's chest as his tongue swirled around the tender spot, only making it more sensitive.

"Slade. Please…" Robin was going to say 'stop' but somehow that word got lost on it's way to his mouth as instead what came out was, "More."

Slade chuckled again, "demanding aren't we tonight Robin?" but his hands found their way beneath Robin's waistline as he started stroking Robin's boyhood with one hand. Slow and soft. Robin whimpered and pushed up against him, seeking some kind-any kind of fiction, but Slade only removed his hand completely.

"Now, Robin. One must be patient."

With the lost of Slash's touch Robin let his head fall back against the pillows, panting and tugging once again on his chains in a clearly needy way.

"Slade…" Robin pleaded, his mind overwhelmed with need.

"No Robin. Say it."

"No, please…"

"Say it or I'll leave you like this Boy Wonder." And Slade, the bastard, placed his hand on Robin's obvious erection tracing slow idle circles as Robin whimpered yet again.

"Please, Master….please just…" but that was all Slade had wanted as with on quick movement, Robin was completely nude. Another second and he throw his head back as a cry of pure pleasure escaped his lips while Slade's lips had him completely at his mercy. A minute or two more and Robin yet again let out a strangled cry as he came, white spots dancing before his eyes.

While Robin was still reeling from the after effect of his release, Slade disposed of his pants before reaching for the bottle of lube on his bedside table. He coated one finger before lifting Robin's legs and started to ease the digit in slowly.

Robin returned to himself rather quickly after that and with a vicious kick, Slade fell back and Robin used his free legs to push himself all the way off of Slade's finger.

Slade growled, "Do you want me to tear you open?" But Robin only shook his head, eye's widen and pleading.

Slade moved closer and Robin kicked again but Slade was really for him this time. He dodged the kick and grabbed Robin by the ankle, pinning it to the bed as Robin other foot came out and also was pinned.

This time, Slade moved Robin legs apart and fixed his knees right behind Robin's thighs, effectively pinning the boy's legs as well as prying them open. Slade smirked down at the teenager underneath him as Robin continued to try and pull himself out of Slade's grasp, as Slade once again pushed a finger into Robin's entrance.

Robin tensed up eminently, but as Slade moved a second finger in he grazed Robin's prostate sending quick jolt of pleasure once again rushing through Robin's body, his hormones took over and Robin moaned, letting his eyes fall shut.

Slade continued to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves that made up Robin prostate as he added a third finger, pumping them in and out of Robin. With his other hand Slade retrieved the lube that had rolled and now sat against his knee as he knelt between Robin's open legs. Slade coated himself before instantly replacing his fingers with his own erection.

At first Robin didn't seem to notice but as Slade continued to push inside of him, Robin's eyes flew open, watching as Slade sank hilt deep into him.

Robin opened his mouth to speck but only a cry came out as Slade slide out and then eminently thrush back in. Then again and again, building a rhythm.

Robin clutched onto the shackles chaining him to the bed, fighting the tide wave of pleasure and need that was trying to consume him as Slade repeatedly slammed into his prostate making him lift his hips to meet Slade every thrush. Every hammering, pounding, bruising thrust.

And Robin found himself yet again on the edge, but with one more thrust, Robin went tumbling into oblivion as he came once more only to be followed seconds later by Slade.

It took several minutes for both to fight their way back to reality. Slade leaning down still on top of and inside of Robin. He pulled out and laid down next to his bird, only just then remembering the shackles. He pulled the key out from under the pillows and unlocked them, examining Robin's slightly bruised wrists. As he ran a thumb across one, Robin let out a hiss, but as Slade looked down at him the boy smiled.

"You see, I told you role-playing heroes and villains would be fun."

"Yes, you were right. You surprised me when you kicked me, though."

Robin looked up at him innocently, "I was a virgin hero. You didn't expect me to give it up that easily did you?"

Slade smirked, "You did the first time."

"Well, that was then this is now….and Slade?"

"Yes Robin?"

"Next time, I'm playing the villain."

A/N - Ok that's it and the title for the one is? Can you guess it? Yes, it's Roleplaying. I couldn't tell you at the beginning or it would have given the whole thing away. Did I have you fooled? Just a little…maybe….? Well I had fun writing this one anyways. Also this one-shot is dedicated to/blamed upon Wynja. I doubt I would be writing Slash otherwise.

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