Tuesday 21 December

Merry Christmas cadillacslim3!

Freestanding universe

Slade/Robin

Warning: Nah… just a little smexiness… or rather a little PWP ;) A hint of flangst (fluff/angst) but only a very small one.

I'll tell you the prompt in the bottom A/N as usual.

Deserving This

"Robin, you coming, man?" Cyborg asked from the car.

"Nah, I need some air. I'll see you at home." Robin answered.

"Do you wish for me to be in your company?" Starfire asked, sounding a little worried.

"Come on, Star, even I know that 'need some air' is Robin talk for 'back off, I need some me-time.'" Beast Boy exclaimed.

"Oh." the redhead mumbled and looked sad.

"Don't listen to him, Starfire, I really just need to stretch my legs. Why don't you guys set up for a movie night back at the Tower, to celebrate, and I'll be back in two hours or so?" Robin said.

"With pizza?" Beast Boy asked.

"Sure." Robin grinned, his fake grin was starting to slide. He met Raven's eyes, and, though she didn't say anything, she gave him a short nod. "See you!" Robin called out and aimed his grapple hook at the closest building.

He winced as he let himself be lifted into the air He had gotten quite a few scrapes during the fight, but that wasn't what was bothering. It was the fact that it had been with Slade.

Robin stopped on a roof a few blocks away and took a couple of deep breaths.

"Sulking, Robin? Really?" a voice said behind him, and the teen whipped around, his steel-clad boot crashing into Slade's middle. The man quickly regained his composure, however, and the fight soon ended with Robin being pinned to the wall by the man's bo-staff.

"What's this? Have you tired of our little agreement?" Slade growled.

"I can't do this anymore!" Robin hissed.

"On the contrary. Your fighting skills have improved since we started seeing each other 'outside the office' so to speak." Slade told him sternly. "You know that, so what's this really about?"

"I don't want to fight you." Robin growled.

"I'm fine with that. Next time that alarm goes off, just take a nap." The man smirked. Robin could see the flash of white teeth through the holes in the mask. It was strange, the amount of detail he could make out now, just because he knew it was there… Before he had barely seen the man's eye, but now even the bluish-grey of the iris stood out to him.

"It's not funny." Robin muttered.

"We agreed." Slade reminded him. "We will both continue to live our own lives, no questions asked." The man let Robin go and retracted his bo-staff before stepping away a little bit to give the teen some room to breathe.

Robin sighed and walked over to the edge of the roof.

"It was simpler before." he said. "Now everything is so… blurry."

"I know." Slade said quietly and reached out to touch the teen's arm. When Robin flinched Slade first felt almost insulted until he saw the blood.

"You're hurt."

"It's just a scratch. You threw me into those crates, remember?"

"Well, you were stubborn." the man smiled. "Come with me. I have a place close by."

"I'll be fine." Robin shrugged.

"Not if you keep refusing to listen to your betters." the villain chuckled. "Follow me or I'll carry you. Your choice."

Robin knew from experience that Slade wasn't kidding, so he did follow. They ended up on the top floor of what looked like a rather posh building.

"Home sweet home." Slade said and gestured to the single room with the open-plan kitchen. It was fully furnished, and Robin was somewhat surprised at the bright colors.

"The third I've seen so far." Robin smirked. "How many more are there?"

"Ah-ah-ah, Robin, no asking about each other's secrets." Slade taunted him.

"Well, since you apparently are very bad at keeping yours, I thought you might just tell me everything." the teen chuckled.

"I might not have planned to show you more than one place, but proximity is sometimes of the essence." the man admitted.

"What you are saying is that if you're horny you'd rather take me to the closest bed?" Robin snorted with a chuckle.

"Yes. And take you in the closest bed, but that's in a moment, first take off your shirt and let me look at that wound."

Robin shook his head in exhaustion. There was no arguing with the man when he became overprotective, even if it was Slade himself who had caused the whole thing.

He started to undress, hanging his cape, gloves, belt and top over a chair. Slade came back with a small box with a medical cross-symbol on it and put it on the bed. The man had taken off his mask, and Robin did as well. His stomach still did a little excited flip when he did this; he had become so used to being masked that he felt naked without it.

"Sit." Slade ordered and pointed to the bed.

"I question your intentions, sir." Robin smirked as he complied. The mattress was soft and had a pale blue satin bed cover which felt nice and cool against his hands.

"You may question them all you like, as long as you don't object to them." The man smirked back.

"Oh, I would never do that." Robin gasped theatrically.

"Good boy." Slade nodded. "Now, let's see what you have managed to do…" The man grabbed Robin's arm and lifted it up and forwards. Robin had hit the crates shoulder first and they had been old and rotten enough to break apart. The result was a long, jagged wound on the back of the arm, just below the shoulder.

"Ouch." Robin growled.

"It's not deep, but you have several splinters. Sit still. This may hurt a bit."

"The last time you told me that was when you took my virginity… and it was a lie then too." Robin snorted, earning a low laugh from Slade.

"You liked it soon enough."

"Yeah, but it was still a lie."

"I apologize. Sit still, because this will sting like hell." Slade amended.

"I'm not sure honesty is much better, actually." Robin admitted. "Ah-Ouch!"

"That's the first one."

"Well the fact that we stopped you almost makes this worth it." Robin said, looking back at his lover with a smirk. "AOOOW! You did that on purpose!"

"Did you stop me on purpose?" Slade asked sweetly.

"Of course we did!"

"Well, then, we're even." the man decided. "Or wait… we're not… there's still the rule."

"Just to let you know, I made up that rule because I lost last time." Robin snorted.

"Yes, and it's a very good one, don't you think?"

"Shouldn't I get some sympathy here? I'm hurt!" Robin tried, before hissing through his teeth as Slade removed another fragment.

"No. I lost, so I call the shots in bed." the man let him know. "There. That's all of the debris."

"Good." Robin muttered.

"Time for the Hydrogen Peroxide." the man let him know.

"Pass!" the teen called out and stood up. He was, however, immediately pulled down on the bed again.

"It's an ugly wound and it's all I have. Just be a brave little bird. Now, you've had all your shots, I assume?"

"Yes." Robin muttered and then stopped breathing for a while, as the horrible disinfectant did its job. It stung, but it wasn't too bad, really. His eyes didn't even overflow.

"My brave hero." Slade chuckled and kissed his neck. Robin shivered in delight and suddenly couldn't wait to get to the next part of their little get-together. He had to sit patiently for a while longer, however, as Slade patched him up. "There. Don't forget to think up an explanation for this when you get home." the man reminded him.

"I'll just say I stopped by the clinic." Robin shrugged.

"Good… now let's give you a limp to complete the picture." the man grinned.

"Mmm…" Robin sighed. He was on his stomach, completely naked, enjoying the man's hands travelling over his body. "Wasn't I supposed to carter to you?" he asked.

"Are you complaining?" the man asked amusedly.

"Hell no." Robin sighed. Slade had cleaned up his other little scrapes, but none of them had been nearly as big as the one on his arm, and the act was more or less just foreplay. "Oh, you're so good…" he moaned and closed his eyes as the man started to massage his back.

"I know…but I don't mind hearing it." Slade chuckled and let his hands caress the teen's ass. "Really, Robin, even if they made a bronze statue of you, I doubt its ass would be this firm."

It was the teen's turn to chuckle.

"Flatterer. I think I might just let you do some rather nasty things to me if you keep that up."

"Oh, it's up." Slade told him, making Robin burst out in another laugh before spreading his legs.

"Well, then… what are you waiting for?"

"You have much to learn about romance, Robin." Slade snorted, but still slid on top of him, grinding himself against Robin's ass.

"You can be romantic this weekend, but I have a movie night to get home to." Robin grinned, and then turned over, giving Slade an apologetic look. "I'll make something up… I'd like to spend a whole night with you…"

"I wouldn't mind that." the man admitted.

"Yeah and there's not like you have anything better to do. The warehouse you tried to break into tonight will be closely guarded by the owners for at least a month, and I will soon figure out what it was you wanted to steal…" the teen said smugly.

"Well…" Slade gave him a quick, teasing kiss, "what I wanted wasn't in that building. And I got it." he grinned.

Robin blinked once before he understood what the man meant.

"What… you… triggered the alarm?"

"Of course. Did you think I'd lost my touch? I could steal everything from that place without even the dogs being able to detect me." the man snorted.

"You lost on purpose too?" Robin growled.

"No. I'd never do that to you. You and your team won tonight… but I'd like to think that I still got the prize." The villain smirked and kissed the teen's neck this time.

Robin's face softened. He believed the man. It hadn't felt like Slade had been holding back at all, thank god, or Robin would have felt insulted.

"Well… alright. I forgive you." the teen said and pulled the man down for some serious kissing. "Now, if you don't hurry, that limp you promised will be from blue balls. I really can't stay much longer."

"You are not in a hurry, you're just horny." Slade smirked.

"Guilty." Robin chuckled, but then his communicator started ringing. "Damn!" he hissed and wriggled out from under the man. He answered the call without flipping it open to turn the screen on. "Robin here."

"Hi, man, what's up? BB's claiming to starve to death here." Cyborg said. "And what's with the black screen?"

"Decency. I discovered that I had hurt my arm. It's just a scratch, but I'm at the clinic to clean it up. I'm almost done, though. I'll pick up the pizzas and be home in… a little over half an hour. Think you can keep the little monster alive until then?"

"Hey!" Beast Boy's indignant voice could be heard in the background.

"Sure, man. Damn, I didn't know you were hurt!" his second in command said apologetically.

"Me neither. I didn't feel it until the adrenaline wore off." Robin chuckled. "See you in a bit."

"Sure! And buy the extra large specials. It's not every day we kick Slade's butt like that!" Cyborg snickered.

"It's really not. We better enjoy it." Robin smirked with a glance at the man, who was looking somewhat sullen, a look that didn't quite match up with the fact that he was stroking himself, covering his length in a clear lubricant. The teen climbed back into bed and straddled him. "See you, Cy. Robin out." he said and turned off the communicator. "And Slade in…" he added with a naughty grin.

"Well, as you beg so prettily." the man snorted and slid a hand between Robin's legs. His long, thick fingers soon found the teen's entrance and pushed rather easily inside as they were still covered in lube.

"Mm… how… how do you want do fuck me?" Robin gasped.

"Hard and fast." Slade purred and turned them both over.

"Please do…" Robin grinned.

The man didn't bother with more preparation. Robin wouldn't want to be late, so he had only himself to blame, really. Not that he minded. Robin tensed up as much as he could as Slade started to push against him, and then relaxed completely. It was a little trick he had learned and it worked now as well, as the head of the man's cock slid inside him.

He gasped. It was still a new feeling; the first time had been only a few weeks ago. Robin still couldn't quite understand how it had happened. A million little steps had brought them together on that rooftop, leading to a hard, thin madras in an abandoned house half an hour later. It was crazy, but then again, his whole life was, Robin figured, so why not? It made him feel good, it brought some kind of safe excitement into his life, and, after Slade had told him that he had know his identity for years, even that worry was gone. The man was still dangerous, but they were usually quite good as separating business hours and play time. This was defiantly play time.

"Ah-ah-aah…." Robin gasped as the man started to move. Long slow thrusts and hard, short ones, mixed together until the man had found the pace and angle which made Robin's eyes roll back in his head and his spine arch. "Y-yes! Yes, right there! Ah!" the teen groaned. "N-now hold… hold me down and fuck me!"

It was a little kink of Robin's they had discovered together; he loved it when Slade dominated him completely by grabbing his wrists or arms so he couldn't move away from the punishing thrusts. Slade had smirked once and told him that he might as well tie him up, and Robin's groin had really liked the sound of that. It was too soon, however, he needed a lot more time to trust the man enough to let him do something like that. A grip he could fight his way out of, if needed be, but chains, or even ropes, might prove too much to him. Well... 'might', being the key word here.

Slade, however, liked this kink too. Being in control was exactly what he wanted to be, after all. He grabbed Robin's wrists and forced them over the teen's head, not minding the wince on Robin's face as he did so. He knew the teen could take more than a little pain, even though this must pull at his wound. The fact that Robin wasn't going soft at all, rather the other way around, told the truth. Switching his grip from two hands to one, Slade had one free to stroke Robin's length as he fucked him. By now the teen's legs were hugging his hips, and the man could balance on his knees without putting too much pressure on Robin's wrists.

Robin felt himself getting closer to his limit. If wouldn't take long with the man's rough hand working on him like that while his cock pummeled his ass, sending an overload of sensations up his spine, making him writher and gasp uncontrollably.

"I'm… I'm…" was the only warning he managed to give before crying out is release. Slade followed him with a grunt a few seconds later, while Robin still had not quite came down from his high.

"I hate that I have to go…" Robin complained.

"Well, if you insist I could kidnap you?" Slade suggested with a smirk.

"Yeah, well, it is my turn to do the laundry…" Robin seemed to think things over.

"In that case I have to let you go. Chores build character." the man told him sternly.

"Didn't you complain just the other week that I had too much of that?" Robin grinned.

"My demands of you are slightly overwhelming. How is that surprising?" the villain smirked and slowly moved off the teen, with one last kiss on the lips.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Robin muttered. "About this weekend… are you free?"

"Completely."

"Great. Saturday to Sunday then! By the way… can we stay here? Not that I mind the damp, moldy dark places you usually take me to, but…"

"Sure… the people who live here might be home, though." Slade leered and stretched out on his back.

"The… people… who…?" Robin stared at his lover.

"Yes… what, did you really think I would buy a blue satin bedspread?" Slade snorted. "And all these cheery colors? What kind of a detective are you?"

"But… you… opened the door!" Robin objected.

"With my universal key, yes. I happen to have one for this building, that's why I took you here."

"But, you… ah, crap, the medicine box! Why would you have one, you heal too quickly to even bother with little cuts." Robin slammed his face down into the bed. "And this mattress is too soft."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to get rid of the rats until this weekend." the man promised. "I'll even bring the bedspread if you like it." he added with a smirk.

"No deal, mister. I want to stay at a nice place… rent a hotel room if you can't find something else… and no breaking in!"

"You're spoiled." the man snorted.

Robin opened his mouth and then closed it again, He looked away from the man and then got to his feet, dressing hastily.

"And what did I say now?" Slade asked.

"Well, if you don't think I deserve better than a damp cellar…" Robin shrugged, snapping his cape on.

"Those places are safe. Well protected." Slade growled and then sighed, running a hand through his hair in a rare sign of defeat. "Of course you are worth better. I'll arrange something. I can't promise you a castle, though."

"I might accept some sort of smaller manor." Robins smirked.

"Go pick up those pizzas." the man muttered. Losing twice to the young hero in one day? Slade felt rather ashamed of himself. Well… at least there was still the weekend ahead to get even…

The End.

The prompt here was: "This may hurt a bit" and other wishes were for Slade and Robin to be in character but in a mutual relationship… I TRIED to cut back on the sillier banter to try to keep them more in character, and tried not to make it too fluffy either, although it had to be a BIT fluffy as it was a relationship-fic… I wonder what one of those are like without any form of caring or softness? –shivers- I didn't get the feeling that the wisher wanted anything dark as those were the terms, so… hope you enjoyed it!