I LIVE! Sorry and thank you to all that waited for this chapter. I managed to get myself sick, but I didn't die and finally managed to finish this chapter.

I think everyone prefers that both identities remain secret for now, so I'll just have fun keeping them blindfolded and/or masked.

To anonymous reviewer ficfan: I don't really know that I will include Bruce in this one. The Titans will find out about it eventually… but it will be too late… XD! Ominous, yes? I'm planning for this story to be a fairly long one in terms of length. However, since most of the story is smut, the plot will make up a lesser portion. Pay attention though! Small things that seem unimportant might just be plot related!

Chapter 10

Robin was slightly disappointed when he awoke in a very normal fashion. He really had been looking forward to that rude awakening and the bed sheets simply didn't have the will nor the perversion to assault him. He let out a small sigh as he watched his hand sooth over the thick cotton, feeling the warmth that Slade had left…

Robin bolted upright when he realized he was no longer blindfolded. His hands moved to his eyes and he felt a small wave of relief when he felt his mask still sticking to his cheeks. He exhaled slowly and reached over to find the loose piece of fabric that had previously been wrapped around his eyes.

"Finally up, I see," Slade's voice startled Robin, who, for obvious reasons, assumed Slade had left. It seemed that the man had not only moved from under Robin, he had also had a shower, dressed in his full armor, and was now standing at the counter, preparing breakfast.

"I didn't realize you were a chef," Robin said coyly as he tossed the blindfold aside. "And I see the blindfold poison was a bluff, then."

"Stop digging for clues," Slade smiled behind his mask as he sliced a grapefruit in half and proceeded to squeeze it dry over a bowl. Robin could hardly hide his gawking stare as he watched the man toss the sad little half of fruit away and reach for the other. Everything always seemed different in the daylight. Slade, who always looked menacing in his armor, looked just as much so, but that was hardly noteworthy considering how his muscles were far more visible under the black Kevlar while he pressed the juice from the fruit with only his hands. "And of course it was a fake. You would be useless to me blind."

"You didn't seem to mind it last night," he grinned and stood to his feet before stalking over to the man, flaunting his naked and still dirty body. "Does this mean you don't intend to keep me blindfolded from now on?"

"No, I prefer to keep you in the dark."

"That's fine. I think it's best. And besides, I wouldn't see much if I did take it off. I know you're wearing a half-mask when we fuck. I felt the string in the shower."

Slade paused for only a fraction of a second before he chuckled and poured the bowl of fresh juice over a glass and washed off his hands. "Just a precaution," he mused.

Robin eyed the breakfast as Slade set it on the table. It was slightly meager, a hard-broiled egg, a piece of healthy looking bread that had yet to be toasted, a single-serving bowl of cottage cheese, and the glass of juice that Slade had just prepared. "And seeing as you're wearing a full mask now, I can only assume that's for me." He smirked.

"I don't really think you've earned it," Slade hummed slightly. "At least, not yet."

The smirk widened, "I see," Robin pressed himself against Slade's body, letting his chest push against the cold armor to make his nipples harden. "I suppose that's why you took a shower?"

"Common courtesy," Slade chuckled and pressed on Robin's shoulders to urge him downward. Robin allowed it and soon was on his knees before the man. His nimble fingers worked over Slade's pants and soon the villain's cock was freed. It was half hard at first, but a quick kiss and lick from the hero brought it up to speed. Robin gave a small smile. He felt significantly more prepared than the first time he had given head; having the toys to practice on helped. First, he pushed his tongue on the underside of the man's shaft, wiggling just under the head before moving his tongue all the way down to the man's balls. He nipped at them using only his lips and then he licked up the entire length of the erection, circling his tongue around the head before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

Slade wasn't too busy enjoying himself to take a good look at the deep bruises lying over Robin's back. He was right to think they would look pretty in the fresh light because they did; they were now a lovely deep indigo.

The corners of Robin's mouth twitched into a smile before he opened his mouth a bit wider and began to slide his lips down the thick length, letting the blunt tip press against the back of his mouth before he changed his angle and let the cock slide inside his throat. He had long before taught himself not to gag, but he wasn't quite prepared for the thickness- or the movement. Slade dug his fingers into Robin's already hopelessly tangled hair and began thrusting, despite the angry sound of protest. The teen glared and pushed Slade's hips back against the cupboards, he wanted to be in charge now, not Slade.

Robin took a deep breath when he pulled away from the wet and throbbing member, licking around the tip again before descending upon it with a hard moan. Slade had obliged the 'request' from Robin's hands not to thrust forward but he kept his hands occupied enough in the long black hair as Robin's head quickly bobbed back and forth.

He gave one last guttural moan before moving back and looking up towards his masked enemy, "Are we going to actually fuck this morning or should I keep doing all the work?" he smirked and gave the thick member another playful lick.

"I hope this isn't a reflection of your work ethic," Slade chided in good humor as Robin stood to his feet and wrapped his hands behind the thick neck.

"I could keep going, if you want." he offered as he circled his finger over the thick metal chest plate, "I just thought you wanted to fuck me one last time before I had to go."

"It's still early. I doubt many criminals are up yet."

"I can think of two that are." Robin pressed a finger to the chest plate "You… and…" he then moved his hand down to Slade's erection, stroking it slowly.

"Good to know that my crotch counts as its own villain," Slade chuckled as he spun Robin around pushed him against the cupboards. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out a small container, which he opened and emptied onto his cock.

"Never hurts to be prepared," Robin smiled and soothed his hands over the hard length, collecting a bit of the lube and moving his hand over his own cock. "Shall we go back to the bed?"

"No," Slade moved his hands down Robin's waist and lifted him up just enough to set him on the countertop, "Here will do just fine."

The teen smiled and lifted his legs, parting them slightly before sliding his hands down his thighs and then spreading himself slowly with his fingers. Slade recognized a clear invitation when he saw it. He smirked under his mask and moved closer, taking his cock into his hand and pressing his other hand on Robin's thigh. Robin gave a loud and hard moan, tilting his head back as Slade slowly but fluidly entered. He fought to keep his legs spread, pressing his feet on the counter's edge as Slade began thrusting, using deliberately long strokes to tease the boy.

Slade couldn't help but smirk when he noticed Robin's half-lidded eyes watching the thick cock sliding in and out of him. The boy hummed gently and slowly lifted his hand to his own erection, stroking himself to match the slow thrusts.

Slade reached into his belt and pulled out another container, followed by something Robin instantly recognized, despite the fact he had never actually seen it. His chest tightened slightly as the sound was twirled between two of the man's fingers.

"You put it in," the villain smirked as he handed the small metal pin to Robin before opening the small container of lube and pouring it into Robin's hand.

The teen stared at it blankly for a moment before he dipped the bulbed tail into the gel and timidly moved it to hover over his penis. He hesitated and Slade gave him another slow thrust to keep him from procrastinating.

"Go slowly," he pressed his hand over Robin's hand and then moved to stroke the teen. "If you can get it in without help, I'll let you take a shower before you leave."

Robin glanced up at the man and frowned. He hadn't considered Slade withholding shower privileges… Damn, the man was evil. He took a deep breath and pressed the tip to his entrance, moving hesitantly until the bulb popped inside. Slade rewarded him with a few fast thrusts, nearly making the pin fall out as the teen jolted when his prostate was brushed against quite pleasantly.

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" he mumbled and took a firmer hold on his cock.

"I never do," Slade chuckled back and hoisted Robin's legs further apart. To his credit, though, he did slow down enough to let Robin push the sound further inside.

He took a deep breath and stroked himself gently. The metal pin was halfway in and burning just slightly, Robin bit his lip and slowly pushed it all the way inside. He released his breath and Slade gave him a very well angled thrust as a reward.

"Good boy, Robin." His gloved hand closed over the teen's smaller hand and gave his member a few pumps while Slade's larger mass slid in and out of him. He grabbed the metal 'S' and spun it with his fingers, making Robin tighten around him.

"I don't have all day," the hero reminded him, "do you mind?"

The villain tilted his head just slightly. Robin couldn't tell whether he was frowning, smirking, smiling, or sneering. His voice was no indication either as he said, "of course," and began thrusting without reserve.

Robin nearly flinched at the sudden harshness of the man's movements but settled instead for a low moan and a pretty arch of his back. "That's more like it," he mused and steadied his legs against the counter, moving his hips as best he could without sliding off. It was then that he suddenly missed the blindfold. With it, Slade could take off his own mask, which freed his mouth for those strong, almost overpowering kisses. It was hardly fair to call them kisses, they were too forceful, too domineering, and there was little affection to be found in them. But lord, were they fun.

His train of thought was rather quickly diverted when Slade's finger pressed against the tip of his cock, wiggling the metal 'S' and pushing it more deeply inside. Robin bit back the whimper and grabbed Slade's hand, bringing the fingers to his mouth and quickly slicking them inside. He moaned and let Slade move the digits in and out in time with the hard thrusting below.

The man pulled his fingers back with an unseen smirk and wrapped his hand around Robin's penis stroking it with long, deliberate movements, making the teen gasp and tighten around him.

Trying to keep his hands busy, Robin leaned forward and kissed up the side of Slade's neck, pulling the tight black fabric away and licking at the warm skin underneath. Slade began moving faster and the younger man became a bit more daring, nibbling at the tanned skin. Spurred on by the feeling of his orgasm building, he bit harder, capturing a tendon under his teeth and playing with it until it roughly slipped back into place. Robin soothed his lip over the spot and gave it a gentle lick before sucking on it lightly. Just enough, he smirked, to leave a pretty bruise for later.

"Happy?" Slade whispered huskily as Robin pulled back with a triumphant grin.

Robin didn't wavier, of course Slade saw through his little tongue service. "Very," he answered, moving both hands down his thighs and spreading his legs further for the man.

Slade smirked back, Robin could see it from the slight upturn of his left eye. He then did something rather gracious: he reached down and pulled out the sound. Despite his best effort, Robin gasped and buckled at the feeling, making Slade chuckle darkly.

Trying to see the humor in it also, Robin smirked and asked "Happy?"

Slade, of course, replied with "Very," and began pumping the shaft to match his fast strokes. His hand slid down the length and cupped Robin's balls, rolling them in his palm before giving them a very careful tug.

Robin moaned and shifted slowly, trying to stay on top of the counter and keep his legs spread at the same time. He almost wished he was tied up again, at least then he could blame any clumsiness on the ropes. Frustrated, he simply decided to wrap his legs around the man. It was much easier then. Robin pressed his hands against the countertop, giving him enough leverage to lift his hips slightly and move against Slade's thrusts. He panted and moaned, meeting the man's movements until it became too much and he threw his head back and cried out the man's name.

Slade delighted in the tightening around him as Robin practically screamed his name and arched, tossing his head back as a jet of hot white sprayed from his tip and spattered on both their chests. Robin grunted and quickly reached for his length, squeezing hard over Slade's hand and pumping while the last of cum dripped out and his erection dwindled. He leaned back with a grateful sigh and tried to catch his breath.

Not being one to let an opportunity pass by him, Slade discreetly reached into his belt and pulled out another sound. The design was identical to the first pin, but thicker. He grinned behind his mask as he rolled the metal in the fresh cum and then took Robin's flaccid length in hand.

The teen assumed it was the first sound, back for another visit, but realized that it was different the moment Slade began to slide it inside.

"Ahh! What's-"Robin's toes curled and he wrapped his hand around his cock as if he could stop the intrusion. He moaned loudly while Slade pushed it until the metal 'S' was flat against his head and then weakly mumbled "How?"

"I admit, I had wanted to wait until gauging to the next size," Slade spoke offhandedly as if he were ordering off a menu, "but I think you're ready for it."

Robin drew in a hard gasp as Slade grabbed the head of the sound and twirled it quickly. He was starting to feel hard again but the sound made it painful, albeit slightly arousing, to continue. There wasn't much choice in that, though. Once Slade began moving again, long, hard strokes that were interrupted by slow and torturous intrusions, Robin found himself just as hard as before.

He took in harsh gasps of air, twitching slightly as Slade fucked him. He had been keeping his eyes on Slade, or rather, the one eye Robin could see, but his eyes began to wander down. He could hear Slade chuckle when he made a surprised sound as his eyes finally came to rest on his penis. It wasn't that he didn't expect it, but the sight of the metal 'S' resting on his penis was alarming to see. It reinforced the fact that he wasn't just fucking some random man- this was Slade. He was fucking the arch villain of Jump city.

"Harder," he breathed, looking back up at the steely eye with lust and the slightest hint of fear. It was wrong. The pain and the aggression… he wasn't supposed to crave those things… Heroes weren't supposed to. "God, fuck me!" Robin cried out again as Slade pounded into him harder and faster with each stroke.

The man could feel his body tensing as Robin moved to meet his thrusts, grinding himself harder into the villain while he moaned and twitched. There was a heat building inside him, pooling down into his groin and becoming almost painful as he delivered a few last strokes and then came inside the hero with a rough groan. He leaned forward as he came, breathing heavily from behind his mask before pulling back and giving a haggard sigh.

Robin gave a small growl and tried to pull Slade back into place with his legs, but it was too late. The only solace for the teen was watching the man's cock, wet with lube and cum, slide out from his lithe body and plop against the thick leg. He felt oddly empty and incomplete without the villain's erection inside him. Not bothering to wet his fingers, Robin moved them down to his ass and quickly slid three of his fingers inside. He gave a frustrated little moan as the digits glided back and forth, smearing the cum inside and making it leak out faster.

"A little help?" Robin asked, annoyed that Slade was too busy cleaning himself to finish him off.

The man turned back to him and cocked his head, innocently stating, "I don't have all day."

The hero gave an indignant little grunt and pressed his fingers deeper, trying to reach that heavenly little spot that Slade always seemed to find with ease. Slade could piss off, he wasn't about to beg.

Surprisingly, this wasn't what the man seemed to have wanted anyhow. He walked back to Robin and shooed the boy's hand away before slicking up his fingers and then pushing them inside. That was… better, Robin admitted; nothing like being fucked, but still better than his own fingers.

Suddenly Slade's mask moved closer to Robin's face, making the teen shift uncomfortably as the grey eye leered down at him. "I'm going to suck you off," Slade warned darkly. "If you so much as try to catch a peek under my mask, I'll enlighten you as to why you should never piss off the person who has your penis in their mouth."

Robin knew it was a legitimate threat but chuckled all the same when he nodded.

Slade bent down and unhinged his face-plate, swinging it up to keep his face covered should the hero decide to glance down at him.

Robin moaned and bucked when a hot mouth suddenly sunk down over his length, ravaging the sides and twirling the sound with his tongue. He fought the urge to move his hands over the man's back, knowing that it might be seen as a threat and the wonderful feeling would end- oh, and that Slade might kill him if he tried anything funny. Instead he reserved himself to moaning loudly and teasing his nipples, making them darken as he pinched them and moaned.

From down below, Slade was smirking and wondering if Robin would scream his name again when he came. He gave a small chuckle and the teen moaned louder in response to the vibration. It really was amazing how the stubborn boy allowed himself to ever be obedient at all. Slade smirked at that little thought while his teeth closed around the head of the pin and he slowly pulled it out. Robin hissed and fought to keep his hands from moving over the man, a feat easier said than done when the sound was spit to the side and then Slade slid his lips over the entire length of the boy's penis.

"Ahhn! Yes!" Robin couldn't keep himself from bucking at the feeling of his cock deep inside his throat- especially when the man gave a short growl in response to the movement and inadvertently sent hard vibrations through his member. The villain endured, however, and let the little hero thrust and grind until it became too much. Slade pushed his fingers hard against Robin's prostate while the young man arched and came into his mouth.

To his slight disappointment, Slade didn't hear his name among the unidentifiable slur of lusty groans. No matter. He reached up and pressed his free hand against Robin's eyes, both covering them and ensuring that they remained closed as he stood tall and pressed his lips against the hero's in a hot, dirty kiss.

Robin hummed and let the villain's cum-covered tongue fight against his own. Both were ruthless as the kiss became more aggressive. Slade pulled back when he felt himself getting hard again. Unfortunately, he really didn't have time for another round of fuck the birdy. He removed his fingers from Robin's ass and quickly snapped his face-plate back into place before moving his other hand away from Robin's eyes.

"The bathroom is fully stocked," Slade stated matter-of-factly, "I think you'll find everything you need." He gave a small smirk at Robin's half-lidded expression as the teen moved off the counter and towards the bathroom.

"Thanks," he said as he reached the door, turning to give the man a nice shot of his naked and soiled body, "I won't be long."

Robin closed the door and, after a short moment of contemplation, left it unlocked. He eyed the bathroom and smirked when he remembered how good it felt being pressed against the shower wall. He was sore as hell and gave a small jump at his reflection when he noticed his new bruises. No matter. His uniform would cover them… maybe not the hickey… he'd have to be careful about that one.

He chuckled to himself while he had a quick shower and worked the many tangles out of his hair. He gave a grateful sigh as he set aside the brush and wrapped a thick towel around his waist. He checked himself in the mirror one last time before moving back out into the main room.

"I hope tha-" Robin started to say but one look around the room told him that Slade was gone. He smirked and moved toward the table where his breakfast was waiting- along with a single sheet of neatly folded paper.

Curious and slightly apprehensive, he unfolded it.

It was a number puzzle. Robin laughed. Just below the rows of equations and then a slew of unidentifiable symbols was a short scribble that read: 'Until next time?'

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Another fanart and a new Sladin one-shot are on the way. The censored art will be on available on Deviant, and the uncensored version will be available to those who know where to look ;). Oh, and the one-shot will be posted on Fanfiction, of course.