Tuesday 7 December

Merry Christmas Animestar73!

Here's a real Christmas story for you!

Universe: freestanding.

Genre: oh, just fun in general…

Warnings: smut and yes… a kink-warning, but I'm not gonna tell you what… you will just have to read and get SHOCKED… or not… ;) It's not too bad, I promise!


All I Want for Christmas….

Vermilion Smith was having a shitty day. Not just because of his shitty name, which was just one of the shitty things the shitty orphanage had given him. No. He was having a shitty day because he had been arrested. One mistake, one burly security guard who wanted to try out his truncheon, and one Christmas ruined. He had been invited to spend it with his boyfriend of four months and his family, and this was to be his first real Christmas… His first real dinner, his first real presents… his first real tree, and not a shitty plastic one which came from a box and was missing half the branches.

Vermilion sighed and banged the back of his head against his wall while chanting.

"Gotta see a klepto-shrink. Gotta see a klepto-shrink."


"It's very good of you to do this, Robin." the officer smiled in a somewhat ingratiating way. "We are holding several criminals here until their trials."

Robin glanced around the small office. This jail, he knew, consisted only of a few cells, and was, as the officer had implied, only a holding-facility for lesser criminals.

"The Teen Titans are glad to help. We think that talking to these people might help make a difference." he said, smiling loftily. He had learned that smile from Bruce. "Me and my team will pick one cell each… I would like us to have privacy, however… the talks should be confidential."

"Of course." the officer said. "But are you sure that you should actually enter the cell yourselves? Wouldn't talking through the bars be safer?"

"Oh, trust me…" Robin grinned. "You are holding nothing we don't know how to handle…"

The Titans were all dressed for the season, in festive jumpers or dresses. Robin was even wearing a full, old fashioned Santa-robe, the kind that reached the floor, along with a matching hat, complete with a white fuzzy bobble on the end.

"Is that the drink of the egg of nog?" Starfire asked from the corner, where she was examining a large bowl.

"Yes, Miss Starfire. It's a way for me and my deputies to enjoy the season. It's alcohol-free of course. You are welcome to have some, if you want."

"Dude, let's all have some!" Beast Boy exclaimed.

"It might be a way to celebrate. I suppose." Raven muttered.

"Nog-nog-nogging on heaven's doooor!" Cyborg sang, drawing everyone's attention. "What? Not funny?" he asked, somewhat deflated.

"Hilarious." Raven snorted.

"The nog is served!" Starfire declared and handed them each a glass, starting with the police men.

"To Christmas!" Beast Boy said and raised his.

"To Jump." Cyborg added.

"To all of the above and to the fine police force as well!" Robin declared. The officer and his three colleagues cheered and raised their glasses too.


"I can't believe I did that!" Beast Boy spluttered a bit later, as they had been lefts along in the corridor leading to the individual cells, wiping his tongue with his hands. "That was eggnog! You know what's in eggnog? EGGS! Not tofu-eggs, the real kind!"

"And still it tastes like barf warmed over." Cyborg muttered.

"I thought the taste was divine!" Starfire smiled brightly. "Although perhaps with some mustard…"

"All right, I get it. Thank you all for taking one for the team… or me." Robin raised his hands in surrender. "Now let's go spread some Christmas cheer, shall we?"

"Which reminds me…would you like to talk me through how to do that again?" Raven asked dryly.


Vermilion looked up as the door opened. It wasn't time for the lukewarm microwave dinner yet, was it? When he saw the person stepping in, his eyes widened.

"Robin?"

"Hello, Red…" The teen hero grinned.

"Shh! They might hear you!" the thief whispered.

"Nope. We're alone, Vermilion. And you are damn lucky you were caught in your civilian clothes, idiot!" Robin smirked and took his mask off.

"With my previous record? No." Red snorted. "Looks like we have to postpone Christmas… a few years…"

The kleptomaniac looked so miserable that Robin couldn't be angry at him any longer.

"Hey… an idiot you may be, but you're my idiot… and I'm here to spread a little Christmas joy…"

"Oh… if you could spread some C4-explosives on the wall too, when you're at it…?" Red X muttered, but looked a little bit happier. He got on his feet and hurried over to his boyfriend to bend down and kiss him hungrily.

"Whoa, boy… you're acting like we haven't met in months…" Robin grinned.

"I'm in prison… My needs are pent up." Red explained with a whine.

"Yes, and you've been here now... what? Three hours?" Robin grinned. "But I hear you… sit back for a moment…" the hero pushed the other teen down until he was sitting on the narrow bed. "It's time for some of that joy…" Robin whispered and took a few steps back.

The Titan started to remove his heavy Santa-robe, and Red X's eyes widened more and more.

"Holy Christmas cross-dressing, Robin…" he breathed.

"And just for you…" Robin purred and slowly turned around, his hands caressing himself, fluttering over a very naughty Mrs. Claus-dress which just barely covered his ass. It was deep red and had white fake-fur lining around the strapless top and hem of the slightly flared skirt. Robin also wore thigh-length red stockings with white bows on them, and, Red realized with a start, his black boots were actually black pumps. Even thought the outer coat was a floor-length one, the thought the hero was pretty brave for wearing them… he hadn't noticed a height-difference, but, then again, Robin's ordinary boots had one hell of a platform sole… The hero had a bit of a height-complex…

"Woooow…" the jailbird said, mouth open and drool gathering.

"You like…?" Robin smirked and started moving around a bit more, before turning and showing off his ass.

"Me loooove." Red admitted. "Damn, you're hot…"

"This isn't all…" Robin told him. "Because I'm Mrs. Claus … I get to sit in your lap…" He closed in on the thief and then slowly straddled his legs. The skirt of the dress hiked up and Red got a glimpse of red satin panties, these too with small white bows.

"God, you're gonna kill me, baby…" Red whispered hoarsely as Robin started to grind against him, his hands caressing the other's chest over the rough prison garb.

"Yes… and you can scream all you want… The only ones who might hear you are my team…" Robin smirked in a slightly evil way, nibbling on Rod's ear.

"They… ahhh… they are here?"

"Sure… they like you, you know… they wanted to help…"

"Tell… tell them thanks…" The thief suspected that Robin might have just threatened to cancel pizza-night, but he still felt touched.

Red X then realized that he was having a lap full of Robin, and was just using his hands to steady himself on the bed. That seemed a terrible waste, so he scooted back to prop himself up against the wall, and then grabbed Robin's behind, pulling their groins closer.

"Your ass is mine Mrs. Claus…" he grinned.

"Don't know about that… I haven't checked the list to see if you've been naughty or nice… although considering where we are…" Robin looked around.

"Aww… I haven't been that naughty…" Red pleaded.

"Pity… I only reward the naughty kids… it's Santa's job to deal with the goody two-shoes…" Robin grinned.

"Can I hold you to that?" the thief leered.

"Of course!" Robin declared. "But only when I'm in this costume."

"Damn… I have a feeling you're not gonna wear that around town, are you?"

"Err… no." Robin snorted.

"Well, better take advantage, then…" Red shrugged.

"Yes, finally… you are damn slow on the uptake sometimes." Robin chuckled.

"Hey, I'm used to stealing things, not having them offered to me!" Red defended himself. "Now let's see… what to do with my little prison bitch…" he added with a leer.

They started kissing each other in earnest, hands groping and rubbing everywhere they could reach.

"Mmm…. My panties are soaked…" Robin whispered in Red's ear. "You want a happy ending?"

"Of course..." Red panted, his own loose prison-trousers straining.

"How happy?" the naughty Mrs. Claus smirked.

"Depends on how brave you are…" Red smirked back.

"Was that a dare?" Robin asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You bet that sweet, tight ass of yours it was." Red confirmed.

"Well then… nothing I can do but take you up on it, then, is there?" Robin smirked and slid down on the floor between his boyfriend's legs.

Red X closed his eyes in bliss as Robin's lips closed around his cock. From being a beginner, Robin had now almost surpassed the master, that being Red, at giving head, at least in the thief's opinion.

"AAAaaahhhh… I'm close, Robin… really…. really... No! Don't stop! Awww-" Red complained but then stopped himself as the Titan climbed back into his lap. Robin wriggled his ass, and just as Red realized that the hero had slipped his panties off, Robin impaled himself on Red's cock, with only his own saliva as lubrication.

"AAH! Remind… me… to… dare… you… more… often…" the inmate gasped as Robin started to ride him.

"You… do… it… all… the… time… as… it… is…" Robin groaned, picking up speed. He whimpered as Red first pinched his nipples through the dress and then pulled the top down to suck one into his mouth. Red pulled the skirt of the dress up so the whole thing ended up coiled around Robin's waist, before his hand sought out the hero's weeping erection and started to tease it.

"I'm…" Robin gasped.

"…gonna…" Red continued.

"….Ahhh… Yes… yes… YES!" Robin agreed with everything in general.


After getting dressed, Robin kissed Red softly on the lips.

"I gotta go… visiting hour's almost over."

"I'll miss you… Damn… I'll miss you so much…" Red whispered and returned the kiss feverishly, his eyes a little wet.

"Me too… one more thing, though…"

Where he had kept it, Red didn't know, but suddenly he had a strange key in his hand.

"Universal city-key… opens anything…" Robin grinned. "Wait an hour, though."

"Why an hour?" Red asked, breathlessly staring at his present.

"Starfire spiked the eggnog…" Robin chuckled. "They are going to get very sleepy soon."

"You are brilliant… I love you…" Red burst out.

"Yes. Of course." Robin said haughtily, but the little pleased blush on his cheeks betrayed him. "Two conditions, though… First, you have to let everyone else out of here too, so you're not singled out, and secondly: the key is only a loan, Red… and I want you at the Tower immediately after you get out. You are going to lay low for a while."

"That's three things…" Red pointed out, hopefully. "So maybe I can keep this?" he dangled the key in the air.

"No."

"Kay…" the thief hung his head. "But won't the police get suspicious?"

"I've planted an empty sleeping-gas bomb… they will find it and thing that's the reason they fell asleep… and the best thing is that it's one of Slade's… his symbol on it and everything…" Robin grinned.

"Framing the bastard, I like it…" the thief snickered. "But why not use a real one?"

"Because you can't escape if you're asleep, and it would knock out the whole floor…" Robin told him. "Any more questions, hun?" the hero added teasingly.

"Err… yeah, am I really gonna let out the others? What if they are murderer and rapists and… you know… Hello Kitty-collectors…?"

"Not sure about the last thing, but we have one pick-pocket, one prostitute, one shoplifter and one was arrested for peeing in a public place."

"Aww… we guys just can't get a break…" Red, who didn't think many things were actual crimes, and least of not that.

"Yeah… and this was a girl…" Robin smirked.

"Oh. Plucky."

"More like stupidly drunk, I'm afraid, but no matter. My team has been briefing them, saying that their records might just happen to get deleted if they keep their nose clean and never tell anyone how they got out. They are to say that they fell asleep and then woke up in the park."

"Do you trust them? What if they blab?" Red frowned. Deep down he wanted to be the only delinquent Robin had any sort of faith in.

"Pain… lots of pain…" the teen grinned. "Gotta go! Love you!"

With that the hero left, leaving, Red noticed after a moment, his somewhat soiled panties behind. Red grinned and stuffed them in his pocket. This might not be such a bad Christmas after all…

The End


A/N: Vermilion, of course, means "red"… ;) I could have used some other name meaning red, but it sounded so wonderfully nerdy… ;) And I don't think it's a real name, but you never know… someone might have it…

Robin's "Pain… lots of pain…"-comment is from the move "a Knight's Tale" which I watched the night before writing this. I love that movie… It was like the fourth time I've seen it, though, so I watched it from a slash-POV… lot's of goodies there… it would be so EASY to re-cut it and make it OH so slashy… ;)

Prompt word/sentences for this one was three, actually… "First Christmas present (for Red X)", "Robin dressed as a (naughty) Mrs. Claus" and "lap dance"… I think I used them all pretty well... ;) Hope you enjoyed!