A/N: Yay! New day, new chapter! Let's just hope ff doesn't break down or something during December, huh? IF there are technical difficulties, you will hear about it on my dA page and my facebook group, though…

Enough stalling:

Sunday, 2nd of December 2012

Robin woke up from the Titan's alarm going off and was dressed an ready to go in one minute flat. Slade was already up, sitting calmly with the morning paper at the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee and talking on the phone. His damp hair told the teen that he had worked out already as well.

"Good. Have the pictures sent to me as soon as it's done," the man told whoever was on the other side of the line and hung up.

"Alarm, gotta go! Bye!" Robin called out as he ran by, now joined by his team, like the man wouldn't have noticed.

"Catch," Slade told him and, because of his great reflexes, Robin found himself with a fresh bagel in his hand.

"Thanks!"

"Have fun," the man said, not looking up from the article he was now reading.

"I swear you two are like an old married couple… just a very weird one," Beast Boy remarked on their way down to the car.

Robin tried not to think about it, but he knew Slade didn't belong in the Tower. He was like a tiger in a bunny-cage. Amazing, ass-kicking bunnies, sure, but it just wasn't his habitat, and the teen was afraid that the mercenary would just get tired of it all one day and simply get up and leave. And he couldn't blame him. He loved his friends and he loved the Tower, but spending time away had changed him. Part of his heart would always be right in the middle of this crazy bunch, but another, bigger, part wanted… something else.

"Slade, we really need to find a place…" Robin told the man a few hours later, as the mercenary was helping him clean a scrape on his shoulder. He had landed on it and slid along the asphalt. It had burned like hell, but the wound itself wasn't that big of a deal, it was just tricky to tend to himself.

"Why?" Slade asked.

"Because you are constantly traumatizing my friends?"

"None of them have seen me naked for weeks."

"No, they finally learned how to knock, I give them that, but still."

"Am I 'cramping your style'?" the man chuckled.

"No, and don't ever use expressions like that again! It's scary when you talk like my team!" Robin groaned, and then hissed as the wound-cleansing solution the man used stung him. "You don't annoy me any more than the others. I'm just saying that some privacy would be nice, and it's been eight months!"

"The property market in Jump is not really working to our advantage. As soon as something good comes out-"

"It's gone in a second, yeah. I'm still mourning that converted warehouse down by the docks… and that wasn't even done yet! Ah… loft apartment… that word almost turns me on now…"

"Original details. Hardwood floors. Rent control."

"Oh, god, yes! Slade! More...!" Robin moaned and then chuckled.

"You are far too good at faking sounds like that," the man muttered. "Makes me worry."

"Like I would need to fake with you…" Robin snorted.

"Who would you need to fake it with, then?" the man smirked.

"Shut up and just put a band aid on my shoulder already, you've been pawing me enough," the tried hero sighed. At that moment the alarm went off again. "Damn it! No time, gotta go!"

"I'm coming with you. On my bike," Slade told him.

"My bike, you mean?" Robin grinned as he pulled his top over his head. "And why?"

"We're running out of band-aids."

"Don't kill anyone!" Robin told the man as they ran down the hall.

"I won't unless you make me."

"That… I don't have time to think about what that means," the teen groaned.

"It's really funny, you know," Robin snickered as he helped wash the blood out of Slade's hair. He had insisted. Slade had relented as it meant them being in the shower together, though the wound was long since healed.

"Very."

"Yeah. Batman had the same problem at first. Stop watching me, just let me do my thing and watch out for falling lampposts instead, okay?"

"If I and Batman have anything in common, I'm sure it's not a 'problem'," Slade muttered sullenly.

"I don't think we should go down that line of thought…"

"I'm just saying that we are both good at fighting. Well… he's good. I'm great."

"Except when lampposts attack."

"Strike one, Princess."

"So what? You only 'punish' me with sex, anyway," Robin grinned. "Did the nasty lamppost hurt my little tiger-wiger?"

"Hey, Slade! Since you got hurt you get to pick what we have for dinner! House rule!" Cy called to him as the mercenary and Robin came into the kitchen a while later. "Um, Robin, you okay, man?" the young man added, looking at his leader who was moving a bit slowly.

"Oh, he's spankin'," the man smirked.

"I'm… fine…" Robin muttered. "And what did I tell you about using expressions like that, Slade?" He couldn't help but feel that he had deserved it, having gone just a little too far… like about a mile. And now he knew that getting slapped on his ass while wet hurt even more. It was not something he would forget easily…

"How about barbecue?" the man suggested, ignoring Robin's scolding. "A nice couple of steaks and some tofu-crap for the little weed."

"Hey!" Beast Boy objected.

"Yes?" Slade asked sweetly, raising an eyebrow.

"I… uhh… tofu isn't that bad…" the changeling mumbled and hurriedly turned back to his game.

Cyborg volunteered to go shopping, and Slade let him, which showed that the man had great faith in the youth when it came to barbecuing supplies, but, after all, that was the thing they had bonded over.

A little later Robin was leaning over the counter, as sitting down was still not an option, idly watching Slade prepare a glazing for the meat and a few other spicy treats. The rest of the Titans were on the sofa, playing a game, apart from Raven who was, of course, reading.

Robin shifted. His tights were chafing against his red ass. Damn that man. He glared a bit at Slade who didn't notice. He shifted again. His butt felt hot and tingly and it wasn't fair. He shouldn't get turned on by this… it was one of their games and he was losing, clearly… He wanted some action, but his pride stopped him from simply asking. Besides, dragging Slade away would mean his friends would notice. But there was no avoiding that… or was there? He glanced at his team on the other side of the room and smirked. Quickly he ducked down behind the kitchen counter and crawled over to Slade who was standing at the breakfast bar section, which the hero slid under. Quickly he had the man's fly undone and his prize in hand. A quickly hardening prize.

"If I cut my thumb off it's your fault," was all Slade said as he was chopping up onions which a speed and precision which would make an professional chef green with envy.

"All that meat made me hungry. I wanted a piece for myself," Robin half whispered, half chuckled and licked teasingly at the tip.

He loved giving Slade head. He just loved it. Which was lucky, considering his debt to the man, which he wondered if he would be able to pay off before he reached thirty. Well, this was number nine thousand eight hundred and eighty six…

He rubbed his own crotch as he swallowed the length, pulling his tights down just enough to free himself. He knew he would be coming anyway, that was just a weird thing he could do… come while sucking someone off, and without touching himself at that. But this time there would be touching involved, and lots of it.

"Hey, where did Robin go?" the teen suddenly heard Cyborg ask.

"Bathroom," Slade answered, his voice somewhat clipped. Robin smirked and hummed quietly around the length. Making the man speechless was absolutely one of the perks of giving him a blowjob.

"So when do we eat? Should I go up to the roof and fire up the grill?"

"Do that."

"Can we have grilled corn on the cob?" Beast Boy asked.

"Yes."

"We do have the sauce of Tabasco, yes?" Starfire wanted to know.

"Yes," Slade answered again, shortly.

"You sound like you're in pain, is your head still swollen?" Raven asked, looking up from her book.

The man at the counter seemed to take a deep breath and then smirked at her. "Not anymore."

Robin came himself as his mouth flooded with Slade's cum and he tried to catch his own release in his hand. It wouldn't do if someone slipped in it, after all. He tucked them both in, and, on Slade's signal, he stood up again.

"Thank you for the hors d'oeuvre," he grinned at the man.

"Wipe your chin," Slade suggested with a grin back.

TBC…

A/N: Well, that couldn't have been sanitary! Horrible people doing such things in kitchens… That's, at least, what I'm imagining you're not thinking at all… ;)