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: The next instalment of The Secretary. Pleas enjoy!

The Secretary - Chapter 13

Robin had just pulled into his apartment complex, literally seconds from opening the door in the underground parking lot, when he noticed a sleek black mustang sitting next to the entryway that he was about to go through. The ex-secretary, because in his mind he'd just quit now over the phone thank-you-very-much, stared at the car with an intense glare. He had never seen that mustang before, and it was too nice to be sitting there all by its lonesome, especially since he couldn't see any alarm. It had to be Slade.

"Do I have to get a restraining order now, too?" Robin called out to the seemingly deserted underground parking. He was met with silence. The young man snorted and whipped around, intending to go inside, when out of nowhere a hand was reaching for him. The ex-secretary gasped and kicked the arm away, raising his fists.

"Impressive," said the owner of the arm. "Even more impressive is that you knew I was here."

"What are you doing here?" Robin hissed, lowering his guard. "Didn't you get the hint?"

"Apparently not, considering the current events," Slade admitted with a frown. The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that response. The CEO then smirked, "although, I never was one for hints."

Robin scoffed, turned on his heel and swung the door closed behind him, stomping up the stairs. What he didn't realize was the Slade had reached out and caught it before it closed, following him into the building.

"Don't want to talk anymore?" the CEO teased out in a mocking tone.

"Kindly let yourself out." Robin just kept storming up the stairs, taking them two at a time, before he reached his floor. He fired off a text message to Roy that said "Slade is at my apartment!" furiously typing out the letters on his cell phone. He reached his door, unlocked it, and slammed it shut.

Slade caught that one as well…

"That manoeuvre downstairs makes me wonder what you've gotten up to in your life," Slade Wilson said calmly. "…or what your trying to get up to."

"Don't psychoanalyze me Slade," Robin hissed out. He briefly wondered in his own mind why he wasn't calling the police, but pushed that away in light of the man's steel gaze penetrating his own. The intensity of their gazes locking on to each others made the young man's groin tingly.

Slade walked slowly around the apartment, hands behind his back, glancing from various things. "You have a chip on your shoulder," the man announced.

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Yes, but this chip is long suffering. You reacted to my comment rather aggressively."

"You basically called me a call-boy, excuse me for 'reacting aggressively;'" Robin sneered out at the man. They were both standing in the middle of the living room, squaring off against each other.

"You slept with my employee, two of my employees! When I called you a man-slut I wasn't actually serious-"

"Who I sleep with is none of your fucking business, old man! Are you jealous? Is that it? Is that why you actually care? Why you are standing here right now, when I know that your reputation would say otherwise? That you usually don't even blink an eye when someone leaves, but suddenly here you fucking are," the raven-haired man shouted, fists clenched.

Slade looked almost stunned.

"You are going to quit because of one little comment? Has everything you've worked for in the last month meant nothing?" Slade snarled, heat in his eyes, the anger radiating off him in waves. Robin had called him out…and he didn't like that. "I thought you were better than that?" …and that was all entirely the point, wasn't it?

"I am better!" Robin sneered through clenched teeth. The two men were inches apart, scary expressions littering their faces.

"What happened to "I'm not going anywhere. No matter what you throw at me. You are stuck with me"? Where did all that bravado go, hmm?" Slade was glaring heatedly.

"It went to the same place I threw my parents pretend love! I do have pride make no mistake about that Slade Wilson," Robin shouted, seething, the truth finally coming out. His blue eyes were blazing furiously. "Now get out of my fucking apartment!"

Robin cried out as his back was slammed into a wall. Their lips were almost touching, and both were panting softly. Slade's hands wrapped around the ex-secretary's wrists and locked them on either side of his head. Neither said a word, glaring at each other, steel gray on a sharp blue. Robin licked his lips, catching a taste of the other man's mouth, gasping ever-so lightly, eyes sliding shut, skin becoming hot and red. The CEO slowly connected their mouths, nipping slightly on the perky lips, his tongue coming out to slide over the abused skin. Robin made a small, pleased sound in the back of his throat and that is when all hell broke loose.

Their mouths were crushed together as the pair kissed fiercely. Slade wasted no time in grasping Robin's behind and lifting him up, leaning back against the wall, both of them rutting against each other shamelessly. The CEO began to attack his ex-secretary's neck, nipping and sometimes biting, the flesh there. Robin moaned and arched back, his clothed cock rubbing deliciously against Slade's equally covered shaft.

The raven-haired man pulled on the CEO's white tailored dress-shit and pushed him away. His sapphire eyes were wide and glazed over in lust, but he had pride. Slade looked as equally as frazzled, which made the ex-secretary moan softly in aggravation at what he was about to do.

"It seems you do have a handicap, after all," the young man murmured softly, pushing down from the door and straightening himself up. The CEO had a narrowed gaze, almost puzzled. "You can't always get what you want, Slade Wilson," the ex-secretary whispered seductively against his lips.

The man in questioned growled hotly, pulling his ex-employee forwards. "You want me," the CEO growled with a leer.

"But you want me more," Robin smirked, panting harshly, not as unaffected as he was trying to play. He wanted the upper hand, after all. Slade so very often played his games, it was time Robin began one of his own. The ex-secretary's hooded eyes gazed into steel grey. "You like to take… and I'm not willing to let you have what you want so early after what you said to me, Sir."

Slade narrowed his eyes, seeing the challenge for what it was. The man stayed silent for only a minute, before snorting.

"You really do have a chip on your shoulder, mommy and daddy issues don't become you."

"Neither does jealously," Robin chirped back, quite pleased with himself.

Slade said nothing to deny or affirm the accusation. They both knew the answer though.

"What if I don't pursue?" The white-haired man questioned.

"Then I guess I will have to deal, wont I?"

The CEO and ex-secretary stared at each other.

"We'll be leaving in thirty minutes," Slade commanded finally, taking a few steps back from the young man. "Get ready."

Robin refrained from commenting on the fact that he'd quit only one hour before. He smirked to himself as he made his way into the bedroom down the hall to change and shower. It was time for round three.

It didn't surprise Robin that Slade lived in a mansion, considering that he'd already known when he'd done his research. The only thing that shocked him was that it wasn't as big as he'd thought it was, considering the CEO's ego. The smaller mansion probably only had about twenty different rooms, and only seven of those rooms were actually bedrooms. The remaining were kitchens, a huge living room complete with every available electronic that you could think of, a few bathrooms, a front lobby, two boardrooms, one big and the other small, a large study, and of course the master bedroom. Robin hadn't a chance to see that when he'd been given the tour earlier, and he'd masked his disappointment well.

Slade had been completely …cold. If that was the right word. Rather, he was in 'work-mode'. The CEO refrained from any of their usual banter and, instead, focused on the meeting that would begin in less than an hour. Robin found himself frowning more than once at the lack of attention. Perhaps the man had been serious when he'd said about "not pursuing". Every one of the secretary's instincts told him that Slade Wilson wanted him. Hell, earlier that day they'd been shamelessly rutting against each other. Maybe this was the man playing the game? Robin almost smacked himself. Of course that was what it was.

Now, they were sitting in the largest boardroom with ten different people. There was a presentation going on and Slade was concentrating on the man's words and asking questions. Robin was only responsible for writing down the projects that the man decided would need to be top priority, as well as any offhanded comment that Slade decided needed to be written down.

Robin couldn't help but grin to himself. Slade was really rather brilliant. He had no difficulty understanding how the man had become so powerful in the business world. He just needed to crack that shell a little more to what else made Slade so brilliant.

The Department meeting went rather well. Will and Rose were both in attendance and eager to show the new numbers, additions, and projects ideas. Most of the presentations had been meet with approval from Slade. William had been given the go-ahead to start reconstruction of the security system, with Robin's help, and an entire revamp of the computer software that every person in the entire company used. They'd gone over some numbers and the CEO had signed off on a few rather tedious things that he otherwise wouldn't have even batted an eyelash at usually. Overall, the meeting had gone smoothly, and now Rose and William were standing off to the side of the enormous board room in Slade's home, the other members having already left, simply watching the CEO and his secretary go over a few last minute details.

William had a slight frown on his face while sipping on a mug of tea.

"What has you so sour, sugar?" Rose questioned, grinning at him. "As I can tell, you should be elated that everything has worked in your favour. Are you upset that Robin was given partial credit? He actually surprised me with some of his ideas, they were very good."

The CIO slowly turned his gaze away from his old friend to the young woman before him.

"Its not that," the man said quietly. "I am pleased that Robin will be contributing." He was silent a moment, glancing again at Slade and Robin. His eyebrow raised when he watch the CEO lay a hand over the secretary's back. "Have you noticed anything different with those two lately?"

"Plenty," Rose said, absentmindedly running a hand through her light blonde hair.

"You aren't worried?" The CIO removed his gaze from his employer, settling back on Rose.

"I don't know who to be more worried about. That is my problem," the PR Agent admitted, chuckling. "Damn men and their hormones."

William levelled the woman with a unbelieving stare, remembering quite a few instances where her hormones had gotten her in trouble. Rose glanced at Will, huffing when she saw his stare.

"Don't even go there, William," the PR Agent said haughtily. "Roy and Alex's bullshit far outweighs mine."

William rolled his eyes. The husbands were notorious for getting into trouble.

"Anyways," the woman said, changing the subject. "I think it'll be good for them."

"Really?" The CIO clearly didn't think so. In fact, he thought it was a disaster waiting to happen. He could just imagine the kinds of things that were going to take place and paled when he realized that he'd wished he hadn't thought them in the first place.

"No," she admitted, smirking. "I just think it'll be hilarious to watch."

"No doubt."

"Five AM?!" came the screech from the other side of the room. William and Rose both snapped to attention and stared at the two men glaring at each other. Robin was clearly unimpressed.

"I believe you heard me correctly," Slade said calmly, his eyes narrowing.

"You drag me out here and then expect me to meet you at five in the morning? Its almost eleven o'clock as it is? That's barely enough time to sleep at all!"

"Poor baby," the CEO deadpanned, clearly mocking him for whining.

Robin growled and levelled the man with a heated stare.

"Seven."

"Five."

"Six thirty!"

"Five."

Robin moved into the man's space, getting as close as he possibly could, his sapphire eyes hooded in mock-pleasure. He breathed out slowly, placing his right hand on the man's covered abs, leaning back to look up. There was the heat and passion that Robin had been craving earlier. The CEO looked completely pissed and aroused at the same time, and the raven-haired man just loved it.

Slade glared.

"Six thirty, Slade, please?"

The CEO of Wilson Enterprises scowled and pushed away from the young man's too-blue eyes.

"Fine!" He conceded. "But, if you are late, I'll make you come in at four for the rest of the month!"

"Yes Sir," Robin smirked.

"You are all dismissed!" Slade barked out, slamming the door to the boardroom open.

Rose grinned at William. "Very hilarious, indeed."

Robin cornered the CEO while he was just reaching the entrance to the long hallway, one flight of stairs up into the small mansion. Slade was just about to say something sarcastic when the secretary reach up with his hand, pulled the man's neck down, and kissed him slowly, putting as much heat into the small action as he could. Slade had only begun to respond and then the kiss was already over.

"Goodnight Slade," the raven-haired man gasped out, turning to walk back the way he'd come. The CEO growled and snatched the secretary's arm, spinning him around and giving him a proper kiss. All tongue, wet lips, and nipping teeth. Slade pulled the young man close, hand gripping the soft neck roughly and his other hand on the small hip that was rocking slowly. The kiss ended and Robin moaned loud in the quiet hallway when their lips separated, allowing Slade to smirk in triumph.

"Hanson will take you home." The man then leered, speaking of his limo driver, before turning away. "Goodnight, Robin." his tone was everything but innocent.

Robin was left standing there in a slight daze. Round three would be a lot harder than he'd thought. Pun very much intended.

A/N: -grin- Let me know what you all thought. I had a bit of trouble with this chapter, but I think I got it all sorted out in the end and am much more pleased with how it turned out.

There are quite a few more chapters to this story. I had planned for 20, but its looking like there will be MORE. I really DO love this story. I just wish I had more time to write, but sadly I don't.

Slade and Robin will now begin to descend the Employee/Employer relationship and start to connect romantic-wise. I look forward to writing them both, now that I have the initial stages finished. Its time for the good stuff! ;)

/Jayto