Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans!! I wish I did, but I don't!

Pairing: Slade and Robin. Need I say more.

Warning: This is NOT a dark fic, it's slash, fluff, and sarcasm.

By the way: I do NOT have a beta, so there will be spelling mistakes. I do tend to re-read chapters 3 times before I post, but I'm only human and I can't catch everything. Please, feel free to point any errors out. Thank you!

A/N: I know…this chapter is a couple days late! But, have you ever been so sick, that you couldn't even stare at a computer screen for too long, or you didn't have the strength to barely piss. Yeah, that's how MY week has been! I had the flu, I still do, but I decided I needed to finish this chapter! I had half of it done, and another drabble that should be done soon, at leas the first part of the drabble. Yeah, confusing, it'll be explained later when I post it. But, yeah. I just felt so terrible and sick that I had no ambition to write anything, much less read…eat…breath -_-. So, forgive me! I loved every one of the reviews. I hope you all enjoy the chapter! Starting from next chapter, each one will be 10 pages long, because I feel like you all deserve it all. I usually only do 8 pages, but that's going to change.

Now, on with the chapter!

Again: Drabble ideas are welcome!

Chapter 21

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Robin couldn't contain the gasp that escaped his lips when Slade's tongue ventured towards his hardened nipple. The teen's body was a mass of sensation, and it felt on fire, scorching from every touch the villain bestowed on to him. Robin felt the heat flush to every blood vessel in his body, making him glow red.

Slade bit down on to one of the teen's nipple, causing said teen to buck upwards. It was hard enough to cause pleasure, but not hurt…much. Robin felt over the man's bare shoulders, his hands running over Slade's own left nipple, before venturing towards a different goal. He reached downward, seeking something much larger, fuller…thicker.

But it seemed that Slade had other ideas.

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The villain stared down at Robin with mixed emotions, ranging from lust to wonder. They crossed his features effortlessly, and portrayed through his one blazing grey eye. The teen was simply exquisite, the man decided. The way he arched against him, seemingly in all the right places, knowing how to tease the man beyond limits, and yet stay so submissive at the same time.

Like an exotic fruit, just waiting to be tasted, Slade grinned.

The man ghosted a finger over Robin's leaking shaft, feeling it pulse and twitch at the simple touch. The boy groaned loudly, his cock twitching, pushing his hips up towards Slade, silently begging for him to touch him firmer.

The villain couldn't contain the enormous grin at the notion that he was the one to cause the infamous Robin to loose control. To push away every heroic feeling and moral, to relish in his devious touch. It was mouth watering.

"Slade…" Robin mumbled, which sounded more like a plea, wanting the man to do something…anything, that would take away the fire in the pit of his stomach, and other places.

"Yes, Robin?" Slade purred, sucking on the teen's neck, while stroking Robin firmly, but slow.

"Touch…"

"I am Robin, I am."

The teen breathed out heavily.

"…harder…"

"Patience."

Slade could have sworn he heard a strangled whine, but didn't have much time to think about it. Robin had decided he had enough of the man's teasing, and, using his newly acquired strength, flipped the man over, straddling his waist.

The villain could only shake his head, knowing that patience was something, he truly, didn't think the teenager would ever learn.

Robin kissed him harshly, already breathing heavily, but wanting to show the man he didn't want to play anymore games.

"In a hurry?" Slade asked, rather casually. Robin glared through his mask, which the man promptly ripped from the hero's face, wanting to seem those sparkling blue eyes that only seemed to brighten for him. It was a rather smug feeling, Slade felt.

"I hate games." Robin snarled playfully, attacking the man's own nipple.

The villain softly gasped, barely audible, but to the teen it couldn't have been more arousing.

"Games are fun." Slade kindly pointed out.

"Fine." Robin gave him a look, beginning to get off the bed. "Let's go play a game, how about cards? OH I play a mean game of checkers, I'll--"

What did he expect? Slade just to sit there, idly? Nope.

"I don't think so." The man growled, pulling the teen back up, but this time, reversing their positions, Robin still on top, but his ass in front of Slade's face.

"Hey! What-" Robin began to protest, a rather large blush on his face.

That was, until, the man harshly pushed his tongue into his entrance.

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Robin howled. His back arching so high, the tongue only seemed to go deeper.

Slade grinned, his tongue searching deeper, when the teen pushed back against his face, embarrassment forgotten. The boy panted hard, crying out, screaming even, while the man fucked his hole with everything he had. Which, was quite a lot, Robin came to find.

"Sla…ooooh….oh…oh….yesssss…"

The sounds coaxed from Robin were sounds he was certain that anyone within a two mile radius could hear. But, it only made the man harden quite painfully.

The hero seemed to notice as well, for he groaned, pushing his head down, engulfing Slade's shaft. He wasn't quite able to deep throat him, that would take some practice, but he could damn well try.

Apparently Slade didn't think he needed any practice, for he bucked his hips upwards, lifting Robin's hip up with his hands, then wrapping his mouth around the hero's own shaft.

The mixed sensations caused Robin to cry out around the man's cock, the vibrations pulling a soft moan from the villain. The teen felt Slade swallow his cum, groaning as his member stayed thick and overly sensitive.

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Slade decided it was time for bigger things, thrusting his saliva coated finger into the teen, prepping him for what was about to come. He then moved the teen around, so that he was still on top, about to ride him.

"Hurry…" came the gasp.

The villain spit in his hand, not in the mood to find out where the lube went, and covered his aching length. Before thrusting into Robin, reaching the hilt in one swift movement.

The teen threw his head back, shouting the man's name to the ceiling.

"Oooooooh…yessss….fuck me."

For once Slade didn't object, too distracted by the rather tight asshole squeezing his cock. The villain began slamming his hips upwards, setting a relentlessly fast pace, which had Robin literally bouncing up and down on the one-eyed villain's shaft.

Robin knew he'd be sore later on, but at the moment he really didn't care. Every worry or distraction became nonexistent as Slade's cock thrust into him. Everything building up, further and further, climbing that steep mountain, until suddenly…

"Slaaaaade!"

…cum splattered onto both parties, majority of it on Slade.

The man groaned, his own seed flowing from his shaft, feeling every muscle in Robin's entrance tighten around him.

It was almost painful.

"…ugh.." Robin moaned, collapsing onto the one-eyed villain. "I think I'll have to work in your favour from now on."

"Why's that?" Slade said, a little out of breath himself, rolling the hero over to the other side of the bed.

"I like rewards…at least the kind you give."

Slade only chuckled.

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Later that evening, after Robin had slept for a few hours, the teenager could be found taking a shower. Yesterday's previous events suddenly coming back to him. It wasn't as if the gunshot wound had been unexpected, but it had been rather startling to find that he did, indeed, heal as well as Slade had explained.

It really made Robin realize that he was a lot stronger than he had originally thought. And it put into perspective that this was for real. Not that he didn't realize that before. Most people with advanced healing abilities would be thrilled at the aspect that they could recuperate rather quickly.

It would make fighting crime a lot easier, Robin grinned at the thought.

The shower felt amazing on his skin. Previously, he figured he'd be sore, but then he had to take into account his new powers.

Robin blushed remembering exactly why he would have been sore. The thought sent him spiralling. The teen vaguely wondered what his former mentor would think, should he find out that he was sleeping with a villain…and liking it too.

More like loving it…I never realized something so bad, could be so good, Robin mused.

The teen never understood his obsession with the man. He was like a drug that you couldn't get out of your system. Always needed that fix to be satisfied, craving it more and more each time.

The hero suddenly realized that the villain still had one more date remaining. It was funny to think about such a long time ago, or it seemed that way. It was only a month and a half ago that the team had decided to hold the contest. It should have been simple, go on a few dates, fix the orphaninch, make people happy, then the nightmare would be over.

How did it become so complicated?

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Robin ventured down the hallway after his shower. Slade had said something about some business he had to attend to, and had left a few hours ago. The teen had no idea when he was going to return, but it gave him some much needed time alone.

The hero felt a twinge in his stomach, and suddenly realized that he was hungry. It must have been a coincidence that he just happened to be walking by the kitchen at that exact moment… either way, he wanted food.

Entering the kitchen, Robin took it in, only having been in here once before and that was only for a moment. He noticed out of the corner of his eye a piece of paper, sitting on a near by black table.

There is lasagne in the microwave,

S.

Robin stared at the writing, a small blush crossing over his features. That was almost sweet of the man, the hero decided. The thought was quickly pushed aside however.

Slade? Sweet? No way.

Robin grinned afterwards though, while he was walking down another hallway to the living room, wanting to watch a bit of TV. He knew the man had one, he'd seen it, but really hadn't had a chance to try it out.

It really was rather weird for the man to cook for him…

Well, lasagne is my favourite…so I wont let it go to waste.

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Three hours later, Robin was sure he'd have a heart attack soon. His laughter was probably heard all throughout Jump City. He just happened to be watching a rather popular Anime that concerned a goofy homosexual boy who fell head over heels for a much older, stricter, proper, stick-up-his-ass man. The teen couldn't believe the irony, but the actions that these two performed, in and out of bed, were simply hilarious.

When the show was over, Robin yawned softly, slowly laying down on the couch and curling up at the end. He'd just rest his head for a moment, and then he'd clean up and go work out before going to bed. It seemed that Slade wasn't going to be joining him in the bed that night.

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An hour later, Slade sauntered into the living room, finally finding Robin curled up, his head resting on his hand, sleeping. His features were lit up from the TV still being on and illuminating his face. The villain felt a familiar twinge in his chest, the same he felt when the boy had been in a state at the circus, while gazing down at the young man.

Slade walked quietly over to the couch and picked Robin up bridal style, a blank face set in his features. He then began the trek towards the room they now both shared.

When he had first noticed the potential in the boy, he had wanted to change him, mould him into something that he thought would make him better. It wasn't until a year ago that Slade had finally realized, that part of what made Robin exceptional was that he was a hero. The teenager wouldn't be the same person, should he had gotten training and upbringing from another being.

Sure, the man thought Robin would be much better suited for an assassin, but perhaps he couldn't win every battle? The teen was a hero to the core and he wasn't sure that he'd be able to change him without some negative and unwanted consequential events taking place.

Besides, Slade thought that this beast had changed Robin's nature for the better. He wasn't a ruthless killer, but he didn't take any shit, at least not to the extent that he used to. Now it was all business when it came to fighting crime, and not the playful children's game he and his team so loved to play.

Well, except when it came to me of course.

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Slade came to the room and placed Robin on the bed. The villain stripped the teen of his T-shirt, he was already wearing just his boxers, and placed him under the covers, before getting undressed himself.

The man wondered exactly where this adventure was leading the two. When the beast was gone, Robin was cured, to a certain extent, meaning that he wouldn't attack his friends, would he return to them? Would the teen pretend this never happened, try to go back to the way things used to be?

Slade frowned while he ventured into bed, puling the covers over himself. It was a possibility, Robin was stubborn enough, that was for sure.

But, as the man settled down, intent on shutting the rest of the night and his feelings out, Robin mumbled his name softly, rolled over and snuggled up to his side, breathing a sigh of relief.

Slade couldn't help but wonder whether or not he wanted to push the child out of bed, or hug him closer…

Things were getting complicated.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I'll be, for SURE, updating earlier that next Thursday, just because you all had to wait for long for the chapter, which I am sorrrrry about!

I MIGHT just update on Tuesday, should I get some reviews! Hehehe! I've also, got a Wynja B-day drabble I'm working on, and two Halloween drabbles to post, sometime within the next week or two. So you have something to look forward to.

Love,

Jayto.