A/N: Merry Christmas everybody! Since this is the last chapter, I'd like you to read the A/N at the bottom after finishing this, thanks!

The Best Christmas Present Ever

25th of December 2009 (Friday)

Robin walked out of the Tower precisely at midnight, where Slade's car was already waiting for him. It was the same as last time, so the Titans started thinking that maybe Slade did own it… which wouldn't be all too strange, considering he had had an apartment all this time…

Robin had finally settled for a dark red shirt and the same black trousers he had been wearing last time. He really needed to spend that gift-certificate soon. The fabric of the shirt, a silk blend, made the color justice without the gaudiness of pure silk. Robin quite liked it. Slade's Christmas-present was in a shoulder bag, all wrapped and ready. Robin would hold onto it, though, because he had packed a few other things. Over night things. Like his toothbrush. Of course they hadn't actually planned anything, but… well…

"Hi!" the teen said as he got into the front seat. As he put his bag on the floor, he was glad that Slade had stayed in the car and not done that gentleman-who-opens-the-door-kinda thing, he felt enough like a girl already.

"Had a nice nap?" the man smiled.

"The best…" Robin smiled back. "Thanks for scaring the guys…"

"My pleasure. Believe me." Slade's smile turned slightly complacent.

"Bet it was." Robin chuckled. "You didn't scare them enough, though…" Robin gathered some courage. "We are going skiing over New Years… wanna come?"

Slade glanced at the teen as he drove over the narrow, foldable, bridge which connecting the Titan's island to the mainland, He could hear in Robin's voice that he was nervous about asking… or maybe more about the answer. Slade had no idea how to be sure if Robin was afraid he would say no or yes… he decided to probe the waters.

"Have you decided where to go?"

"No, not yet, we just came up with it… but we're going to rent cabins, we usually do… one for the girls and one for us… although Cy said you and me had to get one for ourselves…" Robin blushed a bit as he discovered that he had just blurted out a bit more than he had intended, but Slade had gotten his answer.

"I'd love to go."

"Great!" Robin smiled. "You're not allowed to kill anyone though…" he added, warningly.

"Awww… not even a little bit?"

"Nope…" Robin chuckled. "Snow balls are okay, though…"

"I'll remember that…"

They had headed towards the city centre, and as Slade slowed down, Robin looked around.

"We're going to the park?"

"I thought you'd have enough to eat, but a walk might be nice…?" Slade said, a rather poor explanation.

"It would be great." Robin nodded honestly, but he was still a bit confused. He had thought, and maybe hoped, they would be going straight to Slade's place, but it seems the man had actually planned something…

The pair headed into the dark park and Robin looked around.

"Hmmm…. Most of the lights seem to be off… I need to contact the city about that…"

"Working on Christmas Day?" Slade smirked. "Besides, what is a little darkness for you and me?"

"It's a security-risk, Slade." Robin lectured him. "More crimes are- oh. What's that?"

The city park was rather large and most of it had been allowed to keep a 'woodsy' feeling, which meant that the trees stood close together, making the darkness even more compact. The dark was broken now, however, by small pinpoints of light. As they walked further, Robin saw that the lights were coming from the trees, and there were more and more of them all the time, until it looked like they were surrounded by tiny stars.

"Wow… it's beautiful…" Robin breathed.

"Glad you like it." Slade chuckled.

"You did this?"

"Who else? And the main electricity isn't out, just temporarily turned off in this part of the park… and before you ask; yes. I have permission. For everything."

"I wasn't going to ask that!" Robin objected, but it was clearly a lie, even Robin knew that. "Besides, what do you mean, 'everything'?"

"You'll see…" Slade teased him.

They walked in silence though the forest of lights, and Robin found himself closer to the man. Somehow one of his arms had slipped around Slade's waist, and he felt one of the man's arms around him as well. It felt nice, safe and thrilling at the same time, and it also felt warm, because the air around them were slowly getting… colder?

Robin frowned and sniffed the air. It almost smelled like-

The walked over a hill and Robin stopped, gasping.

"What in the… how did you…?"

In front of them was the park's obligatory duck-pond, although small lake would fit this one better, but if Robin hadn't know where he was, he never would have guessed. The whole landscape was covered in snow, and the pond itself was frozen. There were even small snowflakes in the air, falling from somewhere Robin couldn't see. The whole scene was lit up by the tiny lights and larger, glowing spheres hanging from the surrounding trees.

"You said you missed the snow…" Slade smiled, as if turning an acre in an almost tropical climate into a winter wonderland was no big deal.

"Yes, but… wow…" Robin only now noticed the people, mainly children, happily playing, having snow-ball-fights, making snowmen, sliding down a hill on make-shift sledges and plastic bags as well as gliding on the ice-covered lake. "Who are they?"

"Well, I know you… if I did this just for you, it would only take a minute and then you would feel guilty… so I invited some people… you recognize anybody?"

Robin's eyes roamed over the children's faces, all of them too busy to notice the couple.

"They are the children from the hospital!" Robin gasped as he saw the curly-haired girl, Miranda.

"Yes, I let them spread the rumor, and arranged for those who could, to be taken here with their parents. They have been playing half the night… a bit late, but I think that can be excused for once…"

"You bet it can…" Robin breathed. The amazing sight and feel of the snow was enough, but the look on the kids faces… many of them had probably never seen snow before. Robin blinked rapidly a few times. No way in hell was he gonna cry like a girl as well! "This is amazing, Slade, it's the best- OUFF!" the snow ball had hit Robin squarely in the face, and Slade had barely started laughing before the same happened to him. Within moments they were engaged in a playful snow-fight with some of the kids, although the little cretins cheated, Slade claimed afterwards.

An hour later, Robin was soaked to the bone, and shivered in his thin shirt. Slade produced a thick blanked from somewhere and declared that it was time to go. As he swept the blanket around Robin's shoulders, Slade looked quite serious.

"There is one thing I don't have permission for, but I'm going to do it anyway…" he said.

"What?"

"This." The man bent down and kissed him deeply. As they parted, Robin had a smile on his lips.

"Oh, trust me, you do have permission for that… any time…" he laughed.

"Good to know…" Slade smirked back. "Not that I would care much, mind you... I might not get away with breaking the law anymore, but steeling a few kisses…"

"As long as I'm the only victim…" Robin grinned.

"Always. Now let's get inside… not that I don't love staring at your nipples in the cold, but…"

"Slade!"

Despite the blanket and the warmth of the car, Robin's teeth were clattering as they drove into the underground garage. Some of it might have been nerves, although Robin would never admit it, naturally.

As they got out of the car, Robin remembered his bag at the last moment and grabbed it.

"What do you have in there?" Slade asked as he pressed the button for the elevator.

"Just… stuff." Robin, who didn't want to admit to the present until they were at the apartment, and who definitely didn't want to tell Slade that he had packed to stay the night.

"What stuff?" Slade grinned.

"Like my communicator! Don't be nosey!" Robin glared playfully as the doors slid open and he stepped into the elevator..

"Point taken."

"Finally!"

A minute later they were inside the apartment, and after kicking his shoes off at the door, Robin put the bag on the sofa in the living room. When Slade disappeared into the bedroom for a moment, Robin dug the present out. His heart was beating somewhat quicker and he felt a bit nervous, especially considering what was inside.

As Slade came out, Robin heard the sound of running water. The man stopped as he saw the present in Robin's hands.

"Err… marry Christmas!" Robin said, grinning a bit uncertainly.

"You got me a Christmas present?" Slade sounded genially surprised.

"Yeah… it's nothing big, though… not like your surprise…" Robin shrugged… "But… you know… it's something you need…"

"Thank you." Slade took the parcel as Robin handed it to him.

"Go on! Open it! It's been Christmas morning for almost two hours now!" Robin grinned.

Slade ripped the paper and started to chuckle.

"You are right, I will have a use for these…"

"Yeah, I thought, since I kinda ripped yours…"

"You are planning to destroy a lot more sheets, aren't you?" Slade smirked.

Robin smirked back.

"Yup. Those won't last a week." he answered cheekily, but in truth, they probably would… they were high-quality designer-sheets, after all, with a very high thread-count... but he was very willing to try to wear them out!

"Good. Now get your clothes off."

"Can't wait, can you?" Robin blinked at the sudden command.

"No, but you are still shivering. We're taking a shower. Warmth first, fun later." Slade chuckled, reaching for his own collar.

Slade had pulled all tricks from the complicated shower, and there was a lot of steam and nicely aligned showerheads, massaging both their bodies. Robin threw all caution to the wind, running his hands over Slade's wet skin while he kissed the man with all the skill he had gathered over a little more than a week, and, since Robin was a fast learner, it was quite a lot.

Slade was the one holding back, if only slightly, but he clearly didn't think a shower was the right place to do this… not the first time, anyway… He led Robin out from the cubicle and soon the teen was chuckling as Slade kept sweeping towels around him.

"Hey, that's enough! I'm not a mummy!" Robin grinned.

"No… but you are all wrapped up and can't move… I like it…" Slade leered, and, as Robin noticed that the man was right, Slade moved forwards as fast as a cobra.

Suddenly Robin was dangling over the man's shoulder, and, objecting loudly but laughing too hard for most of it to be heard, he was carried into the bedroom.

As he was thrown down onto the bed, none too gently, Robin gasped for breath. He didn't have long, though, before Slade was on top off him, rubbing his body with one of the towels.

"Let's get you nice and hot…" The man leered.

"Already there…" Robin grinned back, but arching into the massage. Towel after towel fell away until Robin was spread out on the bed naked, with an equally naked Slade still rubbing every inch of his body, now working on his feet and toes.

"Mmm….." Robin purred in pleasure. "I like that…"

"Then you'll love this…" Slade chuckled, and reached for something on the bedside table. Robin hadn't seen it before and tried to turn his head to take a look. All he could make out was a bowl of some kind, though, looking like there was a smaller one inside the outer one, which was kind of strange. Slade dipped his fingers into the inner one, and they came away dripping. A drop landed on Robin's arm and he twitched in surprise. It was warm! He dipped his finger in the small puddle and brought it up to his face. It was some kind of warm lotion, and it smelled faintly of apples and cinnamon, Slade must have prepared it when he started the shower, filling the outer bowl with hot water.

"Smells good…" he smiled, as Slade applied a large dollop to his leg.

"Yes, but you know what the best thing is?" the man asked, and as Robin shook his head, Slade continued with a leer. "It's editable."

Robin closed his eyes in pleasure as Slade started to work the lotion into his skin. He had become a bit impatient before, but this was just too good to skip… especially certain areas… Slade avoided the most obvious one, though, to Robin's displeasure, but still…

"Turn over."

Robin smiled mischievously and obeyed. He looked back at Slade over his shoulder and wriggled his ass a little.

"Tease." The man chuckled.

Robin laughed quietly and stretched out, tensing and relaxing his whole body. He felt wonderful. Slade's hands did nothing to lessen that feeling.

When the man had worked his way from Robin's shoulders all the way down to his individual toes, Robin squirmed a bit and turned over.

"I want to start down that list again…" he murmured as he pulled Slade closer.

"The list you haven't made?"

"Yeah…"

"The one I have no idea what it was suppose to say?" Slade said, as he kissed Robin's shoulder.

"I think you know…" Robin smiled softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Watch it, or I'll go home right now and write a list of complaints instead…" Robin snorted.

"Just making sure."

"Thanks."

Slade continued kissing and nibbling on his shoulder, and Robin found the spot strangely sensitive, almost missing it when the man moved on. Only almost, though, since he started kissing Robin's neck and throat instead, moving up to his lips.

Robin's hands roamed over the body above him, feeling the wide shoulders tensing and relaxing as Slade moved, holding himself up on his arms. He moved down, his hands only being able to follow the curve of the man's spine for a little bit, and then they moved down his sides instead. Slade tensed a bit as they did, and Robin grinned into the kiss.

"Ticklish?" he teased, breaking their contact just enough to be able to speak.

"Tell anyone and I'll have to kill you." Slade growled playfully.

"I won't… you can trust me, remember?" Robin said, half joking, half serious.

"I know..." Slade's eye had that soft look again.

Robin smiled back, and suddenly it just happened.

"I love you."

Eyes widened. It had been said. By both of them. At the same time.

The next second they were kissing again, feverishly, and Robin pressed himself against Slade's body and when that wasn't enough, he wound his legs around the man too. His body was slick with the lotion, making rubbing against Slade so much hotter. He was hard, had been for a while now, and so was Slade. Robin didn't feel self-conscious about that now, however, it was just… right.

Slade's arms came around his back and then the man slowly sat up, bringing Robin with him, until Slade was kneeling and Robin straddling him. They didn't break the kiss until Robin gasped as he felt fingers prodding him.

"Too soon?" Slade whispered.

"Fuck, no!" Robin panted and pushed back against the fingers which, he felt, were generously coated with the warm lotion.

"What a mouth…" Slade chuckled, still only teasingly coating Robin's opening with the lubricant.

"You should know…" Robin grinned back. He wasn't about to just be the receiver of pleasure, though, he wanted to be active to, so he slipped a hand down between their bodies, finding Slade's length, and stroked it. He was rewarded by one of Slade's fingers slipping into him. Robin's breath hitched in his throat and he closed his eyes, leaning back, just enjoying the feeling.

After a moment Robin realized that he had forgotten Slade, and he felt rather ashamed of himself, not that it seemed like Slade was blaming him. Robin got an idea, and leaned further back, reaching for the bowl on the nightstand. He dipped his hand deeply inside, and then again reached for Slade's cock.

"Mmm…. That feels nice…" the man purred in his ear.

"Just helping things along…" Robin grinned.

"I'll take that as you want more…" the man chuckled, and Robin again stopped his movement for a moment as a second finger pressed into him. He knees were so widely spread as he sat across the man's lap, that he felt very open, but still two fingers stretched him. Right then he had no idea how Slade had been able to fit three in there before, and how the thing he was stroking at the moment would ever fit he really didn't know…. But he thought he would have a fun time finding out.

"OH!" Robin burrowed his head against Slade's neck as the man's fingers brushed the magic spot inside him, and now there was no way he could focus on massaging Slade anymore. Instead his arms went around the man's neck, clinging there as he started, slowly at first, riding the man's fingers. "Ohhh… god… that feels… god…" he moaned.

"How about now?"

Robin gasped as he moved down and felt himself stretched even more; Slade had added another finger.

"Mmm…. Yessssss…. Slade… I… don't… don't make me come, please?" Robin begged, he was close.

"Stop moving, then..?" Slade suggested with a chuckle.

"I… can't!" Robin moaned. "Please, Slade!"

The man chuckled louder and then slowly lowered Robin on his back, without removing his fingers. Robin squirmed and reached for him, the essence of impatience, but, at this time, Slade would never even consider scolding him for it. That would, after all, be awfully hypocritical.

There was no use waiting any longer, quite the opposite, so the man moved into position. As he looked down on Robin's flushed face, hooded eyes and parted, somewhat swollen lips, he removed his fingers and quickly pushed into the tight heat.

Robin arched with a cry, clawing at Slade's arms instead of the sheets, as the thick head of the man's cock filled him, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. The man leaned forward, kissing a nipple on the heaving chest below him, making Robin whimper slightly.

"You okay?" Slade's voice was strangled. Robin's muscles kept clenching around him, making it very hard for him not to just slam into the lithe body completely.

"Y-yes…?" Robin breathed, clearly not completely sure himself.

"Ready for more?"

"More?" the disbelief was clear in the teen's voice.

"Just… a bit…" Slade lied.

"O… okay." Robin took a deep breath.

"My brave little bird…" Slade chuckled, leaned down and kissed the boy, trying to take his mind away from what must be a rather uncomfortable feeling. The man knew, however, that Robin's prostate was situated just a few centimeters further in, and as long as he could reach that… As soon as he felt the teen relax slightly, he rolled his hips slowly forward, groaning into Robin's mouth as he sank deeper into his body.

Robin tried to kiss back and breathe at the same time, which was not that simple. He wasn't in pain, exactly, but it damn well wasn't pleasure, either, not until the pressure moved deeper inside and suddenly the world of gay sex made very much sense. It wasn't an 'instant orgasm' button, by any measure, but it made him want more. Luckily Slade could provide.

If Santa had been landing on Slade's roof that instant, the reindeers would probably have been severely frightened by the sounds from below. The rest of the night's delivery would have been in danger. No one wanted to drive a set of skittish deer, did they? Luckily the man in red was nowhere near, provided he existed. The moans and cries were there, though, sounding barely human, but it was obvious that they came from pleasure and not pain. Slade had to, gently, pry Robin's hand off his arms and hold them down, because, even though he could take the pain, there was a real danger of bloodshed if the teen's nails dug in any deeper.

Robin raised his hips greedily, and the pace they were moving in, started to build. He met the thrusts, loving the feel of the man's cock brushing his prostate on the way in and out, as well as the almost burning sensation around his entrance, reminding him of an itch. An itch which was being scratched very well at the moment, and that, as everyone knows, feels divine.

Robin squirmed, twisting his wrists, and managing, for the first time in his life, to actually get out of Slade's grip, though he didn't notice. He slid a hand down his chest, over his beaded nipples and over his taunt, flat stomach until-

His hand was snatched away by an observant Slade.

"No-no, no cheating…" the man smirked evilly.

"But… I need to… so close!" Robin growled.

"Good." was Slade's only vocal response, but his thrusts sped up a notch, making Robin's sounds of frustration turn enthusiastic.

"Yes! Yes, god, right there!" the teen cried. "Ah! I… yes! Harder! I…. Slade, I'm-!"

Robin felt like the aftershocks lasted forever, and he had yet another one as Slade slowly pulled out of him. The man leisurely lowered himself next to Robin, who immediately turned towards him and almost clung to the man, not ready to lose any more body contact just yet.

They rested together in silence, and Robin started thinking about all the little, and big, things which had led them to this point. He started chuckling softly.

"I was aiming for pleasing, not amusing…" Slade muttered dryly in his ear, making Robin laugh slightly louder.

"I was just thinking about that fortune-cookie…" Robin admitted.

"Ahhh… I thought I had gone just a bit too far, there…" Slade grinned.

"Yeah… but I would never have guessed… I mean, I know it said 'big Christmas present' but turning half a park into-"

"Oh, that wasn't your present…" Slade purred.

"It wasn't? Then what-?" Robin stopped himself as he looked up and saw the leer on the man's face. At the same time the man's hips moved forward suggestively. Robin snorted. "You are just too much."

"Yes, well, almost… but you took it like a trooper." Slade's leer widened. "Let's see if you can do it again."

Robin laughed as they rolled over, and as Slade kissed him he couldn't help but think that, despite the fact that Slade was much too arrogant about it, this really was the best Christmas present ever.

The End.

A/N: Robin is of course wrong. The best Christmas present ever was the one you gave me this year: I can't believe all the support, votes and crazy ideas you guys come up with, it has truly been amazing! You make me want to write for you around the clock, but, alas, one needs to make a living too… I'll take a break now, but of course I'll be back with a little treat for you for New Years… because we have to find out about that ski-trip, right? ;)

I would like all of you who have read this story to review this last chapter, just to say hi or Merry Christmas, because it would be fun to see how many you are… Please? I try never to make people feel like they HAVE to review, but just this once? It's on the top of my wish-list this year! Well… okay… straddling a man with a white beard, telling him in no uncertain terms what I want, wasn't bad either, but… Oh, yeah… that didn't happen… Imaginary Slade! Come back here! –runs after him-

Oh, I also wanted to ask if you liked this version of a Christmas-present with a main story and drabbles? Should I do something like this next year as well? I have NO idea what I could write that would last 25 days and not be like this story, but…

Also let me know if you thought something wasn't good, or if I should try something different… I don't bite! ;)

All my love and happy holidays!

Oh, I will now post TWO drabbles: "Feeling No Pain" and "Promt Playing Passion" which I FORGOT I had! so a little extra gift for you!

Wynja