"And what is tonight's theme, my love?" Red asked mockingly.

They were at the park. Robin had needed a ride to the costume store to pick up his outfit for the night. He had made Red stay outside and watch the bike, knowing that his immature boyfriend would find some way to embarrass him publicly. Then Red had seen an ice cream truck and insisted on following it to the park. He had the attention span of a dog. After Red had bought ice cream for himself and Robin, they had wandered over to the playground and taken command of the jungle gym.

"You'll love this. Authority figures." Robin said as he hung upside down from the monkey bars. He looked up at Red and sucked on his cherry popsicle, making the older man shiver at the sight.

"Very sexy. So what are you, a librarian?" Red asked.

Robin rolled his eyes. "Idiot, librarians aren't people of authority."

"Well obviously you've never been to a library." Red retorted as he licked his ice cream cone.

"And you have?" Robin scoffed. "That's a shocker."

"Wow, you are so mean to me!" Red replied dramatically.

"Oh hush. Do you want to know what I am or not?"

Red crossed his arms and pouted, before realizing that his ice cream was starting to drip. "Go on."

"Eh, I've changed my mind. You can wait to find out." Robin smirked, giving his popsicle another lick.

"I was right! You are mean to me!" Red cried.

Robin chuckled, gasping when his popsicle fell off of the stick and hit the ground.

"There, see? Karma. That's what you get." Red said smugly as he climbed on top of the monkey bars.

Robin pulled himself up with him and sadly looked down at the popsicle, quickly melting in the summer heat. "Aw…"

Red sighed. "You were one of those kids who would purposely let go of their balloon and then cry about it, weren't you?" He said as he put his ice cream to Robin's lips. Robin looked up at him and took a lick, smiling softly before taking a few more. Then Red had to go and ruin it by saying "Good kitty."

Robin rolled his eyes. "You always have to mess up romantic moments."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think they meant so much to you, and I didn't mess it up." Red stated indignantly. "That's what your collar said the first time I drugged you."

Robin huffed. "Because drugging and kidnapping is sooooo romantic."

"What about Hades and Persephone?" Red pointed out.

"All that did was cause winter. You know, the season where everything dies?" Robin asked.

"Christmas is in winter. Everyone loves Christmas." Red argued.

"Tell that to Jewish people." Robin smirked as he dropped back down onto a bar and resumed hanging by his knees.

"You think you know everything, don't you?" Red huffed.

"Does protégé of the world's greatest detective mean anything to you?" Robin retorted.

Red finished his ice cream. "I'm sorry what?"

Robin sighed and shook his head. "I don't even know why I bother."

The older man glared at him and hopped down. "I know one thing."

"Really? And what's that?" Robin grinned mockingly.

Red moved his face closer to Robin's so that their eyes were aligned. "I know…that you can't resist me." He stated and kissed the upside-down boy's lips before walking away, chuckling when he heard Robin fall to the ground with a yelp and a thud.

"Show me now?" Red asked.

"I don't know… what do I get in return?" Robin asked.

"The puffy pillow and complete TV control for two weeks." Red bargained.

"Hmmm, I also want out of laundry duty for month." Robin called to him.

The pretended to sigh. "That's not fair." He whined as he grinned to himself. If Robin knew that he actually enjoyed doing the laundry now that he lived in the apartment, then he'd never be able to use it for bargaining again. How could you not love doing the laundry when your hot young boyfriend wore lingerie and sexy outfits most of the time?

"A month or no deal." Robin replied.

Red gave out a dramatic huff. "Alright, fine, now show me!" There was complete silence, and then the sound of the bathroom door opening. The thief took a seat to mentally prepare himself for whatever may be in store for him. He could hear the click clacking of heels strutting down the hall and he already knew just by the sound that it was going to be sexy. He watched the floor and suddenly, high heeled shiny black leather appeared. His eyes travelled upwards to find that they were boots that stopped just above the knee. A few inches of bare skin and then Robin's body was covered up one more by navy blue booty shorts that hugged his ass. Handcuffs hung off of a belt that was secured around his waist. Red looked up to find that Robin was wearing the shirt of a police uniform that had been tightened and sluttified by only stopping just above his midriff. He had a shiny gold badge on his chest and a jauntily placed police cap rested on top of his straightened black hair. A black baton completed the outfit.

"Well?" Robin asked, twirling around and walking experimentally in the heels. He bent over and Red nearly had a nose bleed.

"You look-," Red cleared his throat. "You look great." It was suddenly very hot in the room.

Robin noticed Red's reaction and smirked, pushing him down onto the couch. "Best behave yourself." He purred as he clambered onto the older male's lap. "I'd hate to have to tie you up."

"Where's your back-up, sweetheart? I don't think you can take me down all by yourself." Red smirked as his heartbeat sped up.

"I don't need any help punishing bad boys like you." Robin said in nearly a whisper. His eyes began to dilate as he reached a hand up under Red's shirt to explore his chest.

"EW! EW! EW! EW! EW!"

Robin looked up in surprise to see Gizmo, Jinx, Mammoth, Seemore, and Kyd all tumble out of the hallway.

"God dammit!" Red snapped angrily. "What the fuck is it with you guys? Are you doing this on purpose?"

Robin's face was just as red as his boyfriend's, only his was out of embarrassment.

"Gizmo! We told you not to talk!" Jinx snapped.

"Did you not see them? It was too gross!" Gizmo cried, looking physically ill.

"Oh shut up! It wasn't like they were having sex or something!" Jinx rolled her eyes.

"Um, can we help you?" Robin asked, a bit perturbed himself that they had been interrupted.

"We came to warn you." Seemore spoke up.

"And you couldn't, oh, I dunno…send me a text or use the fucking door?" Red growled angrily.

"It's kind of urgent." Jinx stated, looking a little guilty, though not much.

"Fine, what do you want?" Red sighed as he moved Robin off of his lap and stood up.

"Well other than to erase the last five minutes of my life from memory…" Seemore teased.

"Get on with it." Red warned.

"Fang and Rancid are seriously pissed about you blowing them off." Gizmo told him.

"Well I'm glad I did." He stated, smirking at Robin who glared back at him.

"Can you not focus on your kinky sex life for one minute?" Jinx snapped. "Rancid and Fang are coming after you!"

"It is not our sex life!" Robin snapped.

"Yea." Seemore laughed. "It's his job."

That caught the Hive 5's attention, but Red quickly pulled it back to the news. "So what? They've been pissed at me before, who cares?"

"They got caught." Jinx stated. "And they're blaming you."

"The can go fuck themselves." Red shrugged. "Look guys, nothing bad is going to happen. They're not going to hurt me. Now get out before I decide to stop helping you guys with robberies."

The team exchanged some grave looks but left anyway. "Don't come crying to us when they kick your ass."

"Can you believe that? They're blaming me for their shitty burglary skills." Red huffed as they rode down the street on Red's bike.

"I'd be careful, Red. What if they do come after you?" Robin frowned. "You can never trust guys like Rancid and Fang."

"It's fine, they've done this before." Red assured him. "They do it all the time."

"But what if-."

"Robin, I promise that they won't do anything irrational." Red cut him off, and Robin didn't respond. Once they had reached the club Red dropped him off by the back door and went to find a parking space. The clacking of Robin's heels echoed in the empty alley as he walked towards the door. He suddenly heard what sounded like a faint scuttling and froze, listening in silence. Something scratched across the wall and echoed. Robin turned around and gasped, stumbling back in surprise when he saw Fang clinging to the wall above him.

"Hey, beautiful."

Robin immediately took off towards the entrance of the alley, running as fast as he could in the tall heels. The roar of an engine filled his ears and bright lights blinded him. He backed up, his stomach sinking when he saw Johnny Rancid , cornering him in the alley as Fang caught up. He was trapped like prey.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" Rancid sneered.

"This? This is why Red blew us off? For a whore?" Fang hissed, and Robin flinched at the word.

"For a faggot." Rancid spat.

"Back off. I know self defense." Robin threatened them, glad that he still held the baton in his hand. It may have been a prop, but he could still get a little use out of it.

"I'm shaking." Fang replied sarcastically. Before Robin had a chance to even swing the baton, he was pinned against the wall. He struggled against Fang's arms as Johnny got off of his bike and stalked over to them.

"I remember you. You're that twink Red kidnapped last month." Johnny frowned.

"Some kidnapping. Never took the thief for a queer though." Fang huffed.

"Red? This is what this is about? I told him this would happen!" Robin growled. "Let me go right now!"

"Nah. Thanks to Red, we couldn't get our bikes, but I guess we could steal you instead." Johnny grinned. "Tie up the cockslut." He ordered. He pulled out a knife and pressed it to Robin's throat, making the boy's breath quicken. "And don't even think about trying to get away."

He turned away, leaving Fang to bind his wrists and ankles together by spitting his web onto them. Robin couldn't resist grimacing in disgust as slimy, sticky string hardened stiffly on his skin. He just hoped it wouldn't chafe. He let out a grunt in protest as he was slung over Johnny Rancid's shoulder and carried over to the bike where he was promptly set down over the seat. "This is beyond unsafe!" Robin told them. "I could fall off!" He gasped as he felt a surge of wetness over his back and shuddered as it dried into a secure web.

"There, all safe. Anything else princess?" Fang sneered.

Robin sighed and let his head drop. His hat had fallen off in the alley to lie in the dirt with his baton. The only thing left on him that could be of use was the handcuffs, but even those had a safety latch on them. He'd have to start concealing weapons on his costumes if this sort of thing kept happening.

Soon, Johnny started the bike and they were riding off through the city, though Robin wasn't quite sure where. All he could see was the road and pavement moving below him at top speed, but he didn't have to look to know that Fang was still following the bike. It seemed like an eternity before the bike finally stopped again and Robin was starting to feel a little nauseous. He sighed in relief as he was broken out of the webbing and lifted off of the bike and thrown over Johnny's shoulder once more. His head was spinning from the ride and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the dizziness. He was carried into a building and dropped to the floor without warning where he quickly crumpled to the floor thanks to his bound ankles.

"What are we going to do with him?" Fang asked.

"I say we hold him up for ransom." Johnny said.

"What? Who's going to pay for some stupid whore?" Fang replied.

"Red-X, that's who." The biker growled.

"How do we even know that this kid is important to him? For all we know he could just be some stripper that Red takes home for a quick fuck." Fang said crudely.

Robin couldn't help flinching at those words. He was not a quick fuck. Red loved him, no matter what these assholes said.

"Screw this. I knew this plan was stupid." Fang hissed. "We should have gone with my idea and just taught Red a lesson he'd never forget. Being permanently paralyzed won't be so bad."

Hearing that, Robin let out a horrified gasp and cried out "no!" before he could stop himself.

"What was that, sweetheart?" Fang asked.

"If you hurt him, I will kill you." Robin barked.

"Aww, standing up for your boyfriend? How sweet." Johnny laughed.

"You stay away from him!" Robin threatened.

"Or what?" He asked, stepping over to where Robin lay and pressing the bottom of his boot to the side of his head. Robin closed his eyes and he pushed down, forcing his face into the floor. "What's a weak little faggot like you gonna do?" Robin, with his face pressed into the concrete couldn't reply, struggling to breathe.

"I think we should use him." Fang said suddenly. Both Johnny and Robin looked at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Johnny asked.

Fang shrugged. "He's a whore, right? Why not put him to work?"

"Are you fucking queer? I don't do guys, even if he does look like a chick." Johnny snapped and Robin couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

"We're not going to fuck him, we'll just use his mouth." Fang shrugged. "Since all Kitten uses hers for is talking."

Robin stiffened when Rancid glanced over at him, as if contemplating it. He had even touched anyone else's penis, let alone sucked one. That was, if you didn't count sitting between Red's legs in the bathtub. His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of cold metal against his temple and registered it as Rancid's gun. He took a deep breath.

"Now you better hold still, twink. Got it? Or I send a bullet into your head." Rancid growled and as much as Robin wanted to fight, he didn't want to risk getting his brains blown out. A shiver went through his body as a cold but heavy metal chain was roughly wrapped around his neck, like a makeshift collar. Johnny pulled it as tight as he could without choking Robin and had Fang bind the links together with a few layers of web. The binds on his ankles and wrists were broken and he winced at how the joints cracked when he moved them. He quickly hopped to his feet but almost immediately he was yanked down again, the chain restricting his airways. "What did I say?" Johnny snapped. This time he pressed the gun to Robin's groin and the boy immediately tensed up.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again!" Robin gasped hurriedly. "Please."

"That's what I thought." Johnny hissed.

Before Robin could even let out a sigh of relief, he was yanked by the chain over to where Fang was sitting. He tried his best not to look at his spider parts, but as the man unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, he couldn't help turning his head away. It looked absolutely disgusting, already hard and leaking pre cum. Was this whole situation turning him on?

He grimaced and pulled away, but Johnny put a firm hand on the back of his head and pushed his face right into Fang's groin. "Get sucking, slut." He smirked as the piece of meat hit his cheek. He shuddered and tried not to gag at the thought of it in his mouth.

"And if you bite down, I'll tear your fucking balls off." Fang threatened.

"Please don't make me do this. Anything else." Robin begged. "Just not this." His lip wobbled miserably when his handcuffs were removed from his belt and his wrists were restrained behind him once more. Don't show any fear, Robin. You're better than this. You've faced the Joker. But the Joker never made him do this. Johnny struck him across the face with the gun and Robin let out a grunt as pain exploded in his right temple. His head fell forward and somebody gripped his hair, yanking it back up. His jaw went slack and without warning, Fang stuffed his cock into his mouth.

"Now suck." The spider ordered.

Feeling the gun on his head, Robin had no choice. He awkwardly held the organ in his mouth, trying to keep from touching it with his tongue which was pretty much impossible. His stomach heaved in disgust and he breathed deeply through his nose. Fang must have been getting impatient because suddenly his head was shoved down onto his cock. It was forced back into his throat and he choked on it. His stomach lurched and he heaved, preparing to vomit. Suddenly the cock was pulled out of his airways and back into his mouth, only to be shoved in once more. Fang was fucking his mouth, getting faster and faster as Robin choked and coughed and gagged on the man's dick. Eventually, he must have reached orgasm because before he knew what was happening, the head of Fang's penis was level to his eyes and warm, stickiness hit his face.

"Ah, man!" Johnny laughed as Fang came all over Robin's face. It dripped down from his bangs to his chin and the teen tried to keep it from getting in his mouth. He tried to shake his head of the semen but without his hands to wipe it away, it simply stuck to his hair and skin.

"That was awful. What kind of faggot whore can't even suck cock?" Fang sneered.

Robin shook his head. "Not again." He gasped. "Please." His throat hurt and he gasped for air from being choked so many times. He winced when he swallowed and heaved again.

"My turn." Johnny smirked, shoving his cock in Robin's mouth without warning. Just like Fang, he fucked Robin's throat, in and out as the teen let out choked gasps and wet coughs. When he came, he copied his partner and covered Robin's face and hair in the white strings. He wiped the head of his penis on Robin's lips, circling his mouth while keeping a firm grip on the boy's hair. That was when Robin lost it. He heaved forward and emptied whatever was in his stomach onto the floor. Both men let out a sound of disgust and quickly stepped back as Robin vomited.

"That's nasty." Johnny grimaced and kicked Robin away with his hard boot. The boy let out a pained cry as he rolled over onto his side and curled into himself. Yes, he was miserable and a bit scared, but it also protected all of his vital organs. He thought it would stop there, but he had underestimated the two. Suddenly he was being yanked back over by the chain around his neck, his skin rubbing off in patches as he was dragged across rough concrete.

"Red!" He cried out, praying that the thief had realized his disappearance. He was answered with another blow to the head that knocked his head to the floor. He let out a groan of pain and his vision went fuzzy. He looked up in his daze as he heard the shutter of a picture being taken.

"I'm sending this to that bastard." Johnny chuckled darkly.