Title: Fifty Shades of Slade

Chapter Title: Interlude I: Negotiation

Rating: M for obvious reasons.

Disclaimer: I don't own this… I think that's why there's Teen Titans Go and no season 6.

Author Notes: Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! Special thanks to Mallomars and PersephoneDreams. Your reviews make me so happy. Seriously. The struggle is so real when your ship is crack. Thanks you two! You guys are A-W-E-S-O-M-E.

Anyhow, the interludes exist to continue the plot while making it easy to differentiate the lemons. Future interludes may contain lemons, but ultimately, they exist to drive the plot forward or to take care of the boring stuff that comes when you play with BDSM without disrupting the flow of the any lemons.

For the reader that is here for the lemons, don't worry. With every interlude comes another chapter, which is hopefully full of lemony goodness.

Suggestions are great! Send me prompts via PM or review. When dealing with House Wilson, you can be sure that Kinks are coming... Hahahaha. ...I thought it was funny.

Warnings: Mentions of anal sex, BDSM, Negotiations, etc...

Please enjoy!

He was about to leave after one of their monthly trysts when her hand seized his wrist. "Slade?" Raven tried to spit it out with a confidence that she didn't quite feel. "I have, um, a proposition for you."

"Do tell." Slade tilted his head. "And what proposition is that, little bird?"

She shoved a piece of paper into his hands. "Just read it."

His eye just got wider and wider as it traveled down the page. She squirmed as the bubble of nerves in her stomach turned into mutant butterflies. After five agonizing, seemingly endless minutes, Slade's lone eye met hers.

"You want me to do all of this with you?" He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice.

She bit her lip. "Yes."

"And why not one of your little friends?"

She gave him an exasperated glare. "I don't have sick, lustful fantasies of my friends."

"But you have sick, lustful fantasies of me." He smirked. Taking a few steps forward, Slade deliberately towered over her as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Tell me Raven, do you dream about me tying you up and dominating you so completely until you can think of me as nothing but your master?"

"Sometimes." She shrugged nonchalantly, and she prayed to Azar that he couldn't see her blush. Raven met his gaze. "Other times, you're the slave begging me to cum because you're a naughty boy that needs to be punished and used like a toy."

Slade's eye widened. Yes-fucking-please. That sounded hot. (Though not as hot as her calling him master.)

"So, little bird, let me get this straight." He glanced back down at the very comprehensive document in his hands. Someone had done her research. "You're willing to let me fuck you in the ass—"

"I do believe the correct term is anal sex."

"—break out the whips and chains and restraints—"

"You can read, can't you?"

"—tie you up in rope, roleplay with you, have sex with you in public—"

"Under certain conditions, yes."

"—but no oral sex?" She could hear the disappointed pout in his voice. Odd, really, Slade never pouted—or at least the Slade she knew never did. "Why ever not, little bird?"

"I won't suck your cock unless you suck mine." Raven raised an elegant eyebrow. "I take it that mask doesn't come with a latch?" He was silent on the subject. Nodding knowingly, she continued, "I thought so. Unless you want to take your mask off—"

"The mask stays on. Non-negotiable."

"Then oral sex is off the table, Slade. The answer is no."

Behind his mask, Slade frowned. It was the first time he had heard no—a real one—in a while. Slade had a nasty habit of turning no into yes, but this time, he didn't think he'd have much luck with that.

"Also, Slade, we're not going to be doing…this in factories or alleys."

"Pity. I was beginning to think that you actually enjoyed our little romps outdoors."

She gave him a nasty glare. "I am not going to experiment there. I've already found motels. We'll do…this there."

"How… exciting," he drawled. She swore he was smirking underneath that mask of his. "Your first time on an actual bed."

Raven uncomfortably cleared her throat. "Anyhow, Slade, do you agree to the—"

"Current terms and conditions and non-disclosure agreements?" He gave her a dramatic sigh. "As boring as they are, I suppose I'll agree to the current terms—under the assumption, of course, that the contract will change as we proceed with…this."

"Good." She gathered her things and prepared to leave. "If that's all…"

"Now, now, little bird. Let's not be so hasty." Slade grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward him. Her body molded perfectly to his, and he cupped her cheek. "Why don't we start now?"

To his utter disappointment, she pulled away. "I have to go, Slade."

"Then I suppose," Slade murmured, his fingers moving to trace the underside of her ass. "I'll have to be content with my fantasies of training that… perfect ass of yours with your legs spread, your face so flush from pleasure, and the only word you're able to say is master…"

Fidgeting, Raven flushed bright red. Without another word, she turned heel and fled, but Slade could see the way her legs pressed together and squirmed.

Slade smirked. He was going to have fun with this…

(He almost wanted to thank Trigon for getting him in this mess in the first place.)

Thank you for reading!

I feel like it would be interesting to examine the dominant/submissive roles of Slade and Raven. I've a read a lot where Raven is the submissive, which is hot, but I have this headcannon that Slade doesn't mind being used and being the sub for once. In the comics, he actually admired Adeline because she was initially stronger than him. I dunno. I think it would make an interesting dynamic that will explored in the next two chapters.

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