Friday 10 December
Merry Christmas AnimePhoenixReborn!
Pairing: SladinX
World: Freestanding
Genre: Mostly PWP (Plot? What Plot?), but I'm having fun with it… ;)
Warnings: three-some, naturally… otherwise… nah.. you'll live.
You'll find out the prompt in the bottom A/N.
Closeted Desires
Robin loved being one step ahead of Slade. Like now, finding one of the man's lairs… although, lair? It was a large penthouse apartment. Robin had seen the criminal access it from the roof a few days earlier and, after making sure that the man actually wasn't robbing the place, Robin had decided not to attack but to actually, believe it or not, try to think things through first.
So here he was. Inside the apartment, looking around, hoping to find some clues to the man's identity, his past, present, and more importantly; future plans. Staying ahead… it was all that mattered. He had chosen to come here in the middle of the afternoon. It had been night when he had spotted Slade, and Robin was pretty sure the guy was a night-owl, which meant that he should be safe.
He had just checked the place over quickly, but was now ready to really start snooping around. It was a large apartment, but mostly open plan, so there was only one bedroom with a king-size bed and not much else. The kitchen had the essentials, but didn't appear to be used much. The larger living-area was interesting however, mostly because it was empty too. Not completely empty, but there was no TV, sofa, dining-table or anything else normally associated with such a room. Instead there were weights stacked around the wall, as well as training weapons like bo-staffs and wooden swords. A bench and rack for bench pressing were also present, but most of the floor-space was left free.
It was a gold-mine for Robin. Sure, there were no piles of papers, maps and folders saying "plans for my next crime" on them, but there were bound to be fingerprints around here somewhere. Slade couldn't use gloves everywhere, and Robin had no qualms about looking in the bathroom either. He might consider doing worse for some DNA.
Before he got the chance, however, a faint sound was heard and Robin shrank back into the shadows. There was a creak from the roof and the teen's heart started pounding. Someone was coming! Robin was close to a broom-closet, and, seeing no way out, decided to hide. As he opened the door his rapidly beating heart almost stopped. He had never been so close to a total heart attack before.
"You!"
"Shhh! Shut up and get in here before he hears you!"
A hand shot out of the darkness and pulled Robin inside.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Robin half hissed, half snarled.
"Wait and you'll see for yourself…" Red X snickered, the skull-design on his mask glowing eerily in the dark. "If you shut up, that is, or we'll probably be dead before we get to the good part."
"What good part?" Robin growled.
"Just hush, kid!" Red X told him and actually waved a finger in Robin's face. Robin's eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough so he could see a bit more than the skull. Some light was coming in, Robin discovered, because the door wasn't completely closed. As he moved to do so, the thief pulled him back.
"Stop, are you crazy? We're gonna miss the fun!"
"You keep talking about it, but when does it start?" Robin muttered.
"About now…" Red X whispered in his ear, and Robin swallowed as a shadow passed through the beam of light, breaking it for a second.
It was the sounds, the clink of metal, which drew Robin closer to the crack in the door. Red X was right behind him, peering out as well. What Robin saw made him gasp and almost stumble backwards.
"What? You never seen him without his mask before?" the thief asked smugly. "I've done that thousands of times."
"Shut up." Robin hissed.
"Now you get it…" Red snickered. "Come on… let's enjoy the show."
Robin leaned forwards again. His brain was boiling over with impressions and possibilities. One part was so overwhelmed it didn't quite knew what to do, and wanted him to kinda jump up and down and giggle insanely, an action which would most likely get him killed. Another one tried desperately to plot out the face, every hair, every skin-variation and every angle, committing them to memory. A third party merely marveled over some of the details, like the eye-patch and the way the string to it seemed to have a little knot in it. The short beard was also a surprise. That part soon began to go a bit overboard, noting the man's lips, which seemed to have a bit of a smirk on them, as well as the grey-blue eye-color. Robin had always thought the color was darker, maybe because the mask placed it in shadow.
"He's…" Robin whispered.
"Yeah, I know…" Red X answered. "But you ain't seen nothing yet."
Robin snorted softly, but the sound wasn't followed by any words, because the man outside started to take off his armor. Robin, of course, knew Slade was ripped, but the metal plates had hidden the curves of the muscles, especially on his chest and stomach, making him appear more angular and robotic. The man across the room was very much human.
The armor was placed meticulously on the floor, and then the man reached for the hem of his black, long-sleeved top. Robin held his breath as it came off, baring more skin and more bulging muscle. The trail of hair leading downwards from the man's navel had Robin swallowing.
Slade who, Robin noted with some sense of approval, was apparently a rather neat man, folded the top and then bent down to remove his boots and socks as well, leaving him barefoot. The stupid, gleeful, part o Robin's mind was focusing on the fact that the man wore socks, although it would be slightly crazy to go without in boots like those. The more adventures part of him wanted to know about the underwear.
The teen tensed as Slade started to move, but he only crossed the room and went into the kitchen, filling a water-bottle. As Robin started to breathe again, he noticed how close Red X was to him, practically plastered against his back.
"Hey, get back!" Robin muttered and shoved the other teen a little. "Ever heard of personal space?"
"Like a thief cares about boundaries…" the other snorted. "Besides, you can't have any real fun without doing a bit of… invading…"
"Are you flirting with me?" Robin asked, glancing out to make sure Slade was still far away. "Don't bother. Not only am I straight, I also have standards."
"Straight? You?" Red X laughed quietly. "Sorry, kid, but you were drooling over Slade a moment ago."
"Was not! And, besides, he's Slade…" The hero tried, and failed, to explain.
"So you'll be gay for Slade, then?" Robin couldn't see it, but the teasing smirk might just as well been painted on the mask.
"No! Go to hell!" Robin, lacking arguments, growled.
"As long as I can take Slade with me…" the invisible smirk somehow turned lewder. "Now shut up and enjoy or get out of the closet… oh… no… I guess you'll refuse to do that, right kid?"
"I'm not in a closet!" Robin objected, before realizing how untrue that was.
"Well… I believe you are. Literally and otherwise." the thief chuckled. "Besides- Oh… he's coming back!"
The teens united in being silent and watching as Slade returned with a water bottle and a towel. The man went over to the windowsill, where a small radio was standing, and turned it on. The station was playing its slogan, and Robin immediately recognized it as one of his own favorites, as it mixed news with both popular music and older hits, making it easy listening without risking him missing out on important events. Again Robin felt that strange sense of approval.
Slade didn't bother with warming up, although he might have done that on the way here, seeing how his skin shone, Robin reckoned. That was a logical conclusion, based on dispassionate observation only, he told himself. His eyes had absolutely not roamed over the body now busy lifting weights, and, though he was impressed by the bulging muscles in a purely athletic sense, he was in no way feeling tingly or hotter. No way.
Slade moved on through every muscle-group, something which was very familiar to Robin, although he usually didn't watch other guys doing it… and especially not quite that avidly. Again Red X was way too close, but the hero found it impossible to gather the will to push him away.
Jealousy about the amount of weight that Slade put onto the bar, just for starters, when the man prepared to bench-press, was somewhat pushed to the back of Robin's mind as Slade laid down. The way his legs spread and the angle-
"Yeah, you're not gay at all, panting like that, checking out a man's package…" Red whispered merrily.
Robin, who had forgotten that the other guy was even there, jumped a little.
"I'm not! I'm just… I just looked to see if he wore a cup, okay? That could be quite valuable to know in an emergency." Robin was proud of himself for that one.
"Well… obviously he's not. Slade is waaaaay too cocky. Bad pun intended." Red snickered.
"I hate you. You used to be just annoying, but now I hate you." Robin hissed.
"Hey, you'll thank me one day… if only for pointing out the obvious… and maybe for fucking you to heaven and back, but sure, we can take things slow." the thief said generously, leaving Robin growling and swearing under his breath. In the end the hero decided to ignore Red, however. He had more interesting things to do. Like watching Slade. In a non-gay way.
It was then Slade fastened a human-shaped sand-filled leather target to the ceiling and began doing martial-art routines that things started to get really interesting. Robin was slightly worried about becoming schizophrenic, as one part of him drank in the technique, trying to learn every move, and the other part was-
Robin stopped himself. Not drooling. No. He liked girls. Okay, so he had actually never liked girls in that way, but he had always figured that it was because he was keeping a bit too busy, and that those kinds of feelings would develop naturally, at some point along the line. They never had, not even in his wet dreams, which were usually rather hazy and seemed to involve a curious amount of fighting.
Robin blinked. Could it be true? No, surely not? He was intelligent, for goodness sake, he would have figured out something like that years ago… and instead a damn criminal had called him on it. Well. As a world where Red X was right and Robin was wrong couldn't possible exist, that was the end of that. He was straight and- oh lord…
Slade had just taken a sip of water. The side of himself Robin agreed with, pointed out that the bottle would be great for both fingerprints and DNA samples. The other part of him just wanted to be the bottle. Slade dribbled some water into his hand and wiped his face. Drops escaped, travelling down the man's chest and abs until they were swallowed by the black fabric of his trousers. Robin's eyes followed avidly, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips.
The man grabbed the towel and, drying his face and chest, he turned towards them. He smirked. Robin sensed the danger immediately, and suddenly Slade had a gun in his hand.
"Are you boys coming out of there, or do I have to come in and get you?"
"Fuck!" Robin heard Red hiss.
"Well? Let's just say that it will be less painful for you if you'd just come out…" the mercenary said.
Red X moved first, pushing past Robin and opening the door completely.
"Errr…. Hi? This your place? Sorry, took the wrong turn somewhere… I'll just go now…" the teen started.
The gun followed him, steadily aimed at his chest.
"Stop where you are. You seem to have taken a lot of wrong turns for the last couple of weeks. Robin, though…" the man's eye focused on the hero who was trying to subtly leave the small space and escape, "you are a surprise…"
"Surprised the hell out of me too, but it turns out that Robins likes being in closets…" the thief snickered.
"Shut up, you little-" Robin started.
"Let's not fight, boys. Stand closer together. Good. Hands on your head."
They both obeyed. If Slade had been holding a bo-staff or a wooden sword, Robin would have attacked by now, but, since he wasn't Superman, speeding bullets were not his play-mates. Maybe he would have tried anyway, if it wasn't for Red X. He couldn't risk endangering the other teen, no matter how annoying or wrong he was. Robin's eyes never left Slade's however. He hoped the man would make some sort of mistake, because maybe a smoke bomb would even out the situation somewhat.
"It's too open here. Move into the bedroom, please." Slade said. "I believe both of you know the way."
"One of my fantasies starts like this…" Red X grinned as he walked. "Although with fewer guns and birds… But I'm not picky about the last one, Robin can stay."
"Shoot him. Please." the hero growled.
"Be careful what you wish for, Robin." Slade said smoothly behind them, and Robin clenched his teeth shut. He had no idea how this might end. They had seen his face, but, on the other hand, Slade seemed to have known about Red X, so why hadn't the man done something before? Robin was about to get that question answered.
"Before you decide to spy on someone next time, try to remember to keep quiet? I could hear you from the moment I came in." Slade told them as the teens reluctantly shuffled into the bedroom. Robin glanced at the window. It was a long drop, but he had his grapple-hook…
"It was all Robin's fault." Red X claimed. "The guy just couldn't stop panting about how gorgeous you are."
"I was just here to gather evidence alone! I had no intention of pant- spying!" Robin claimed vehemently. "I didn't know Red was here, and I sure as hell didn't know about your work-out-sessions!"
"See? I'm the only one who cares about you." Red said in a sad little puppy-voice.
"I'm sure you do." Slade answered dryly. "Now, boys… I want you to follow my instructions to the letter, and this just might not end badly, are we clear?"
Robin gave a curt nod, mirrored by a more enthusiastic one from Red.
"Good." Slade continued. "Now, the one I'm not talking to will keep his hands on his head, understood? Good. Now, Red. Unbuckle Robin's belt and throw it over here. If I see your fingers as much as twitch towards a pocket, I'll shoot them off."
"Can they twist towards something else?" Red asked, seemingly completely unconcerned about the threat.
"If they do I'll make sure you'll lose them." Robin growled.
"You are such a prude it's almost insulting." the thief sighed and very deftly took Robin's belt off. As he had slid it across the floor to Slade, the man kicked it well out of reach behind him.
"Your turn Robin." Slade told him.
"And feel free to grope." Red X told him.
"As if." Robin muttered under his breath.
Robin felt naked without his belt, and next they were ordered to remove their gloves and boots, both containing several hidden gadgets, something Slade seemed to be aware off.
"Good." Slade was leaning casually against the wall, seemingly relaxed, but the gun never wavered. "Your capes next, I think. Red X, you start."
Robin glared daggers at the man, but the small smirk only seemed to grow. The thief had a little trouble getting the cape off, but Robin had the advantage of being the one who had designed the other teen's suit.
"Your shirts next, please." Slade said.
"What? Why?" Robin objected.
"Kid, arguing with the guy with the gun is stupid." Red X said. "Just thought I'd let you know."
"It is only fair, Robin. After all, you have been spending the last hour watching me half naked… It's my turn." The smirk turned into an amused chuckle.
"But I never-"
"Strip. Now." Slade snapped at them, the words and the tone of voice making both teens startle.
Robin blushed as he pulled both his red tunic and his green T-shirt over his head at the same time, preferring to take the plunge instead of going slowly and painfully, so to speak. He blushed even deeper as he glanced over at Red X. It was clear that when the teen wasn't out robbing places he was either at the gym or at the beach… or hiding in the closets of super villains.
"Nice. I'm starting to enjoy this…" Slade almost purred.
Robin couldn't help it, he had shuffled just a little bit closer to Red, worried about the tone in the man's voice. It seemed Slade might be enjoying this a little too much.
"Yeah, you're not wrong…" Red X chuckled next to Robin, and the hero had a feeling that there would be no support to be found there either. "Damn, you're hot, Robin… Do us a favor and wear a really skin-tight top from now on, okay?"
"Not exactly on my priority-list at the moment." Robin hissed, but, involuntary, he felt a little bit pleased.
"There, there, boys… you can argue later. Now for the more interesting part… Robin, remove Red X's mask."
"What!" Both teens stared at the man in front of them, and Red had taken a step back.
"Was my order in any way unclear?" Slade asked innocently.
"You… You can't make us do that!" Robin objected, knowing that he would be next.
"I can't? But you've seen my face… fairness, Robin, don't you remember?"
"Yes, but-" the teen started, but stopped as there was a click from the gun. Slade had taken the safety off.
"Don't make me repeat myself, or Red won't have a head left to even wear a mask." the mercenary growled.
Robin turned towards the other teen.
"Sorry." he muttered.
"Yeah… likewise. I hate it when they play dirty…" Red didn't sound at all amused now.
Robin pulled the mask up, revealing pouting lips, a rather freckly nose and a pair of pale green eyes. A wild mop of longish red hair completed the picture, and Robin threw the mask over to Slade, like they had done with everything else.
"Hmmm… had I know I had such a beauty in my closet, I would have acted sooner…" Slade smirked. "On the other hand, if I had, I would have missed out on the bonus… Red, I believe it's Robin's turn."
The hero took a big breath as Red's fingers started scraping along the edge of the mask.
"Err… how do I do this? I mean, do I just pull, or…?"
"Yeah, don't worry, it's a special adhesive, it won't hurt." Robin said. "Just find an edge and pull quickly."
The thief seemed to listen to him for once, because he did as he was told. Robin winced as the mask was ripped away and then thrown across the room.
"Kid?" Red X said, almost softly, and Robin looked up at him, an eyebrow raised. "Damn… That's colored contacts, right?"
"No." Robin shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed.
"That color is natural? It's amazing!" Red X exclaimed, Slade and his gun apparently forgotten.
"They are quite extraordinary, yes…" Slade said, having Robin glare at him again. "Now… what to do with you?"
"Slap our fingers, tell us not to do that again, and let us go?" Red suggested hopefully.
"No… I don't think so… you invaded my privacy, whatever your intentions… you have to compensate me… being gawked at like that might be considered flattering, but, on the other hand, one can chose to consider it humiliating as well… so… how to make things fair…?"
"This is ridiculous!" Robin barked. "You've already seen us half naked and without our masks, if you're not going to kill us then let us go! The only way it would be 'fair' is if you made us work out, but that's just-"
"A good idea…" Slade interrupted. "Although lifting weights… I don't know… When I think about it, I deserve something more than just getting even… You, Red has been making this perverted spying a habit, and Robin, you do tend to annoy me just a little bit more than what's good for your health… So I think you both owe me something extra…" the man seemed to think things over for a moment. "Red, did you say you believe Robin's in the closet?"
"Err… yeah?" the thief said, shuffling his feet a little and glanced at the other teen. "But really, I was just teasing, he-"
"You better hope you're not wrong… because you have to prove that theory to me, or you're dead."
Robin paled.
"Prove? Prove how? Okay, okay, I'm gay! There… now let us go, you fucking bastard!" he snarled.
"I need more physical evidence than that…" Slade leered. "If only for my own entertainment. Red, you can start, for example, by kissing him."
"Come on… I mean, it's been fun, but… really?" the thief said.
Robin was glad for the objection, but he didn't think Slade was joking either, which made him worry for Red's life.
"Really." Slade said. "Have him beg me to fuck him, and you'll live."
"And me?" Robin growled. He had gone completely cold at Slade's words, but refused to show it. Up until now he had thought that the man might let them off with a bit of making out and groping, possibly a hand job or a blow job at worst, but this?
"You'll live if you come from it." the man smirked.
"Great. We're dead." Robin muttered.
"Oh, no, you'll both be fine…" Slade's grin had widened, and he seemed more teasing now than deadly. "Red X, this is a wet dream coming true for the both of us… let's show Robin how fun dreams can be, shall we?"
"Well… if you put it that way…" the redhead grinned. "But hold back on the death threats… they do nothing for my little guy if you know what I mean?"
"Hey, wait! I don't want you two agreeing about anything!" Robin complained.
"Sorry. Too late." Red X chuckled. "Come here, you…"
Robin yelped as he the thief suddenly turned on him, grabbed him around his waist and kissed him deeply. As Red let go Robin had no idea if the kiss had lasted a second or an hour. His eyes were wide, he was panting and feeling somewhat disoriented. He had no idea that a kiss could feel like this. He thought they were soft and romantic and there was supposed to be strings and crap in the background… not this raw and filled with lust.
Well. Guess I'm gay then. Robin thought to himself. He was a man of reason, and if the evidence all pointed in one direction, who was he to argue? Of course, some additional testing might be a good thing. He grabbed Red's neck and mashed their lips together.
"Wow… kid…" the thief panted as they broke apart or air.
"Right back at you…" Robin smirked. "Okay. I'm game." He turned towards the mercenary. "If you're game you better lose the gun, Slade. Red's right, it does nothing for the libido."
"Nice try my little bird, but what's to say that you won't escape if I do?" Slade asked.
"Are you planning to take a nap?" Robin asked. "Or are you afraid that you are too slow? Well… your loss." he shrugged and pushed Red X down on the bed. "If you just want to watch, then watch. If not, either leave or make yourself useful and get some lube."
Robin climbed in after the thief and the two were soon kissing feverishly.
"Heh… what happened to you?" Red asked him as Robin moved on down his neck. They were both already naked and rubbing against each other.
"I'd just figure I'd try it out… it felt good so why the hell not?"
"Because you are a prude, uptight hero?" the thief said.
"I'm sure you'll find out just how tight I am soon enough…" Robin grinned.
"I hope to experience that as well…" a voice purred above them.
Robin and Red X were on their sides right now, tightly ensnared, and Slade now straddled them both.
"You, mister," Red grinned, "can have anything you want."
"That's all I'm asking for… I'm not greedy…" Slade smirked back before leaning down and kissing the redhead.
Robin had no time to feel left out, because Slade's lips were soon claiming his too. The man's kiss made Robin completely certain that he had done the right thing by giving in. It wasn't like Red's playful and teasing ones, Slade's kiss was claiming and dominant, but Robin found himself being very okay with that. He couldn't help but nip at the man's bottom lip as they parted, however.
Red was wriggling downwards with a curious gleam in his eyes.
"S'cuse me, just gonna find out what we have to play with here…" he grinned and ran his hand over the growing bulge in Slade's pants. "Mmm… not bad…." he mumbled, more or less to himself, and started pulling at the man's trousers.
Robin found himself staring; he was rather embarrassed, but too fascinated to look away.
"Kid, considering all the blood it must take to fill this thing, I think Slade's pretty stupid when he's horny…" the thief announced, playing with the rapidly growing shaft.
"Err… Red? I don't think Slade threw the gun out the window…" Robin pointed out.
"I'm just saying he's big! He can't get angry about that!" Red X defended himself.
"Insulting my intelligence is not a good thing to do… but I'll forgive you if you suck me off." Slade said generously.
"Fair enough!" the thief grinned and dived for his treat. Robin found himself more than a little fascinated and equally turned on as he watched. Slade, however, seemed to feel that Robin had been a spectator for too long.
The teen gasped as one of his nipples was sucked into a hot mouth, and then bitten. A hand was then between his legs, fingers probing at his entrance.
"Unngh!" Robin moaned. "Where's that lube, Slade? Honestly, I tell you to do one thing-"
"Don't be pushy, little bird…" the man chuckled. "I'll go get it… in the mean time… Red, your tongue is divine, come here and get the little cry-baby wet."
"About being pushy…" the redhead chuckled and crawled over.
Robin had expected, and looked forwards to, a blowjob, and practically arched off the bed as the tongue landed somewhere else.
When Slade returned a moment later Robin was moaning and crying out his appreciation for Red in general and his tongue in particular, as the slick member fucked him.
"Move over." Slade told the thief, but Robin's legs clamped around him, making it impossible for Red to move.
"No… too good… just… a little… more…" the hero begged.
"I have a feeling you'll like my fingers just as much… and he can suck you while you try them." Slade told Robin firmly and pushed his knees apart.
Robin objected with a low growl, but as soon as Red had stopped the amazing treatment he had been doing, a slick finger slipped inside him. As it reached further and stretched him more, Robin decided not to be too upset at the mercenary for the moment.
"He's gonna cum if I suck him." Red said. "Wanna suck me instead, kid?"
Robin nodded. He did. He was very curious about the whole thing, but, honestly, if someone had suggested that he should pet a porcupine he would probably have nodded as well… getting fingered made Robin very agreeable.
"You've got red hair down here too…" Robin commented as the other teen crawled up to him.
"Yeah, what, you thought I was a fake?" the other chuckled.
"Well, you are unusually tan for a redhead, aren't you?" Robin asked.
"Sheesh, kid, I just got amazing genes… more sucking and less analyzing." the thief suggested.
"I think we all have 'pushy' in common…" Robin almost snickered, and turned his head to the side. "Aw, I can't reach…" he complained.
"Turn over." Red suggested, and Robin did, with a little help from Slade, who definitely didn't mind having the teen on his hands and knees.
The first taste was a little weird, but not in a bad enough way to deter him. Robin soon was trying a lot of different ways to get Red X to make funny sounds. He was so absorbed in this that he didn't notice Slade adding another finger until the man boldly added a third.
"MMpff!" Robin groaned.
"Hurts?" the man behind him asked, and Robin gave a small shake of his head, as much as he could with Red's cock deep down his throat.
"Sorry kid, but I don't want you to suck me when he starts to fuck you… in case you want something to bite down on…" Red smirked and pulled back. Instead the redhead moved down getting on his back under Robin and started kissing him instead.
Robin felt a little worried because of Red's comment. Would it really hurt that much? The thief seemed to sense that the other wasn't completely into the kissing, and even understand why.
"Wanna fuck me?" Red asked Robin.
"Really?" Robin asked, sounding so surprised that the other two chuckled.
"Yeah, really… if Slade lubes you up."
"But… you're not ready…?" Robin said, gasping as a lubed hand closed over his cock and slid up and down the length.
"Was born ready, kid… not my first time…" Red X grinned, then raised his legs. He found the support he was looking for by putting his ankles over Slade's shoulders, and the man then helped Robin get into position, since the teen was now pretty much stuck between them.
"Its… it's too tight." Robin objected. "I'm going to hurt you!"
"Just push!" Red snorted. "Slade? Help him, please?"
Robin felt the man grab his hips and shove forwards.
"AH!" both teens cried out.
"That… it's so… good…" Robin panted, before trying to compose himself. "You okay?" he asked Red.
"More than okay…" the teen moaned blissfully. "You can move now."
"Move?" Robin asked stupidly. Of course he knew fucking involved thrusting, but this was just so good, he couldn't help but just wanting to stay still.
"Seems like you need to help him fuck me as well…" Red snickered.
"Don't you dare!" Robin snarled over his shoulder at the man, when Slade, chuckling, had grabbed his hips again. "I'll fuck you, Red... don't you worry…"
Robin rolled his hips forwards, slowly, closing his eyes and enjoying the tight heat. He then pulled out, still carefully, before sinking back in. Soon Red was panting beneath him, clinging to his shoulders, and Robin loved it.
Slade's fingers were back inside him, but that only added to the experience, and Robin missed them for a moment as they disappeared yet again.
"Ready?" Slade whispered in his ear.
"Y-yeah." Robin lied.
He had to keep rather still as Slade entered him, to Red's displeasure. Robin felt stretched to his limits as an impatient redhead pushed his hips upwards, making Slade's cock breach the hero. Robin cried out, but the pain was already receding, and only the strange fullness was left.
"Damn… fucking… hell… shit…" Robin groaned.
"Can I record you saying that later, I so want that for a ring-tone…" Red grinned.
"Oh, shut up." Robin smirked and pushed his hips forwards. This, however, made Slade's cock move inside him, and he gasped again, eyes bulging. "This… this feels too good… It…. It must be illegal…" he sighed.
"If we all shut up about our ages we'll be fine…" smirked the older teen.
"Just shutting up over all seems like a better idea to me." Slade muttered and pushed deeper inside Robin.
"…kay…" Robin agreed in a somewhat high voice. "Just… just do that again?"
Slade did, and soon none of them were displeased.
Somehow it felt like Slade was controlling both of them. As soon as Robin felt like he was on the brink, the man behind him slowed down, making both him and Red groan in frustration. Slade, it seemed were an expert at making things last until both teens were literally begging him to be allowed to come. Only then did the pace quicken and wasn't interrupted even when Robin cried out his release, immediately followed by Red. Slade lasted a second or two longer, but soon they were all one big gasping pile of arms and legs.
"Well…" Robin fought for breath and tried to figure out if the foot in front of his face might be his own or not. "I got what I came for…"
"You came here for a great fuck?" Red asked, surprised.
"Nope… a DNA-sample…" Robin grinned.
The End.
A/N: AnimePhoenixReborn's prompt was "Closet" but she also added a summary of the story she wanted, and here it is: "It's been rumored that the Boy Wonder has been in the closet about his preferences... it just so happens he's somehow in Slade's closet... with Red X..." –that sounds great, doesn't it? ; )I hope I made it some justice…Oh, and I know that Robin suddenly deciding that the whole thing was a good idea, was OOC, but I didn't want it to non-con or dub-con, just fun-con! ;) ANd SLade was just messing with them the whole time, he wouldn't have hurt them... I think... He just wanted to see how far he could push them... pretty far, as it turned out... ;)