Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. But, who wouldn't love to see Robin flush against Slade's desk, getting the pounding of his life? That is the only thing I'm guilty of.
Pairing: Slade/Robin …Red/Speedy…a little Red/Speedy/Robin (those are the main pairings, there will be others, minor ones)
Warning: Rated M!
A/N: -sadface- its been a while.
The Secretary- Chapter 7
Robin was dreaming.
It was a jumbled mess of different things. But, it had an ongoing theme. Raunchy. There were fragmented scenes and pictures of people. At one point the secretary was sure that he'd been dreaming about Alex and Roy engaging in a sixty-nine. He smiled in his dream, feeling his temperature rise. He hadn't had a dream like this in a very long time. Too bad for the buzzing noise…
"Wah?" Robin muttered sleepily, when he'd finally awoken to the insistent noise. It didn't take him long to realize that it was his cell phone ringing.
"Hello?" He answered groggily.
"Get up. Get dressed. I'll be there in five minutes." a dial tone meet the blue-eyed man's ear seconds later.
"Slade?" Robin blinked at his cell phone, wondering if he was still dreaming. He glanced at his clock, the red letters blared tantalizingly at him; 3:47 AM.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
He double checked his phone to make sure that the CEO had actually phoned him and sure enough, he had. The secretary cursed loudly and jumped out of bed. He only had three minutes left until the man would arrive.
The long limo was waiting at the bottom of his apartment building, almost seeming out of place in this type of neighbourhood. Not that Robin really lived in a bad part of town, however. The limo just screamed money.
The door never opened, so the blue-eyed man figured it was up to him. Slade Wilson was sitting on the opposite side of the seat, his legs crossed, arms crossed, features…cross…Robin almost rolled his eyes at how much his boss glared.
"So glad that you could join me," Slade said sarcastically, indicating the time on his watch, which was four minutes over the time specified.
Robin hopped into the vehicle and it immediately began moving. It was a testament to Slade's impressed state of the boy that he wasn't fired for being late.
"I was doing this thing called sleeping," Robin muttered, making himself comfortable in the leather upholstery.
"Waste of time," Slade said firmly.
"Not to sane people," the secretary sighed, looking pointedly at his boss. The CEO narrowed his eye. "Did something happen?"
"No."
"Bomb threat?"
"No."
"Someone die?"
"No."
Robin growled lowly.
"Then what is going on?"
"I decided to get an early start to the day," Slade smirked from his side of the seat, tilting his head back towards his secretary. "I hope that won't be a problem for you," he said with cruel teasing undertone.
The blue-eyed man felt like screaming. But, he kept his calm. He knew that Slade was just testing him. But damn if he wasn't infuriating! Who in their right mind dragged their employee out of bed at four in the morning. The secretary felt like slapping his forehead, obviously his boss…
"Not a problem at all, Sir," Robin grinned sarcastically, side-glancing at the man who snorted.
Robin fought a yawn as the two made their way into the extremely empty Wilson Enterprise.
"Do you usually work this early?" The secretary questioned, glancing around the quiet lobby.
"No."
"Just today then, I assume?" Robin said with a cranky edge to his voice, he crossed his arms over his chest as they made their way into the elevator.
"Don't tell me that you can't handle it, boy?" The CEO smirked.
Robin glared at the man's crisp black business suit, complete with tie. He gazed up at the man through hooded eyes, his blue orbs sparkling in mischief.
"I can handle anything you dish out, Sir," he spoke the last part with a sensual tone. "The question that remains to be seen is whether your willing to give it to me."
The elevator came to a stop and both occupants exited the machine.
"Oh, I'll give it to you alright, boy," Slade purred, an evil glint in his eye that Robin was almost afraid of. Almost.
Robin glared at the mountains, and he exaggeratedly meant mountains, because they was no way this should be legal without classifying it as such, of paperwork that was littering not only his desk, but the floor as well.
"William brought in all the paperwork that hasn't been filed in two weeks. You are to correctly file, respond, and record what is here, as well as fulfill your other duties today," Slade ordered, with a smirk. Robin was almost gaping.
"This will take me days!" the secretary exclaimed.
"I should hope not, boy, because you only have today." Slade laughed cold-heartedly. "Don't worry, I have all the confidence that you won't succeed."
"Don't you mean you do have the confidence?"
"I know what I said."
Robin growled as the office door slammed shut as Slade began his work.
Wilson Enterprise was always rather efficient in its working environment. People were very quick to do their work. However, when they saw Robin, or the glimpses of his body running down the hallways, onto different floors, numerous stacks of papers, or coffees, or boxes held in his hands and arms, they began to wonder if the secretary had the power of speed, he was working so fast.
"Whoa! Robin, slow down!" Roy called out from his office when he saw a whirlwind of Slade's secretary run by, a few folders in hand.
"Can't. Working."
The monotone voice that met him was quite a difference from the usual playful voice that always managed to make him melt. Robin was, apparently, in work mode. Slade must really be putting on the pressure. He'd seen the same manoeuvres before. Slade Wilson would give his secretaries impossible tasks to finish in impossible deadlines, making them either rage bidden or fearful. Some even had panic attacks and shut down, having to be escorted out. He'd only ever seen one person attempt to meet the deadline, and they had only just barely gotten half of the work done before they'd been kicked out of the building, and out of a job. Slade was ruthless.
By the time that Roy finished his thoughts, Robin was already gone.
The secretary didn't stop for hours, he didn't eat breakfast, lunch, and as it was closing in on dinner, he stopped once for a quick bathroom break, but even then it was a piss and dash. His cell phone went off again:
"Bring me the minutes from the Jefferson meeting, two months ago, this exact date. Five minutes." The dial tone met his ears and Robin went on automatic, running down the stairs instead of taking the elevator, it took too much time to ride in the machine.
Most of the workers at Wilson Enterprise had left for the day. The night security was even beginning to make their rounds around the building, while Robin continued to work. It was coming on to six pm when Roy and Alex entered Slade and Robin's floor.
The married couple both blinked when they glanced around the large floor, wondering where the secretary had gone off to.
"He go home?" Roy questioned.
"Maybe," Alex said a little wide-eyed. There was paper everywhere. Robin's desk and the floor were completely covered in it. But, even through the mess you could see that there was some sort of system set up. "You think he gave up?"
Roy glanced at his husband. "Robin doesn't strike me as the type of person to give up."
"He better not! I still have dibs on his ass," the long-haired man half-shouted.
"You've called dibs on his ass? Can you even do that?"
"Yep! Dibs! There! Besides, you are just jealous."
"Jealous because you called dibs or jealous because you've taken an interest in someone else?" Roy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"The first one," Alex snorted. His husband knew where his affections lied.
Roy grinned.
"Ha! I knew it, you totally want him."
"Who wouldn't? He makes my pants tight," Roy admitted, a little sheepish.
"I would say that I'm right here, but then you both would have probably told me that to my face anyways," came the secretaries voice from behind a rather large stack of papers. Roy and Alex made their way over to the man who was sitting cross legged on the floor, various things in his hands and folders running in a circle around him. Robin didn't seem to be the least bit offended that the married couple had been talking about his ass, so the lovers just grinned to each other instead.
"Are you almost done?" Alex questioned, as if he hadn't been talking about the other man's ass a minute ago.
"No."
"How much longer do you think you'll be?"
"Long."
"How long?"
"Really long."
"Big and thick, too?"
"Ye-what?" Robin raised an eyebrow, finally zoning back into the real world. He glared at the two identical grins that he was receiving and began to scowl slightly.
"You better be careful Rob, you are starting to scowl like Slade does," Roy pointed out with a smirk.
"Yeah, and we wouldn't want that, would we? No, we wouldn't," Alex teased the secretary.
"Ha-ha," Robin deadpanned.
"You are no fun in work mode," Alex pouted, crossing his arms over his chest childishly.
"We even brought you a sandwich from the cafeteria," Roy said matter-of-factly, producing a rather temptingly-delicious sandwich from behind his back. It was then that the secretary felt his stomach growl.
"I haven't eaten all day," Robin admitted.
"We know," the both said at the same time. Then they both glanced at each other sheepishly and began laughing at each other. Robin sighed and swiped the sandwich from Roy before devouring it in mere seconds. He was back to work again before the married couple could really compose themselves from their laughter.
"Whoa!" Roy exclaimed when he realized his offered meal had been eaten.
Alex blinked and starting backing up slowly.
"I think we should go now, its obvious that Robin isn't really here right now," the long-haired assistant muttered, making his way to the elevator. Robin didn't even notice them leaving, already on his way down the stairs to his next destination.
A/N: I'm not as happy with this chapter as I wanted to be. It took a lot of effort to write it and I'm still not happy with the damn thing. I hope this doesn't mean I'll have such a problem in the future, because I have missed writing and posting.
