Title: Fifty Shades of Slade

Chapter Title: Mask

Rating: M for obvious reasons. Kinks ahoy!

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

Author Notes: Thanks everyone for the reviews, favs, and follows! Ya'll are beyond awesome and have reached the level of...well, whatever's better than awesome...times two...to the infinite power... You get what I'm saying, right? :D

I've noticed how in most of the Slaven fanfics, Slade is on top. He's always the dominant partner. I think it would fun to mix up. After Raven breaks out of her shell a little, she could dominate him completely once she got used to the ropes. She isn't the Devil's daughter for nothing. She threw him around that one time and pwned him in the End. Both characters like to stay in control, so it would be interesting to see them pass the baton trying to decide who's the master.

This chapter is kinda just an excuse for that...and to make Slade take off his mask so I can include oral sex.

Also, this is fanfic. In real life, please use protection unless you've discussed/negotiated with your partner. Safety is important.

Warnings: BDSM, Female!Dom, Male!Sub, Anal Fingering, Restraints, Orgasm denial/delay, oral sex (eating out, blowjob), Negotiation, unprotected sex, sex on an actual bed...for once...

Please enjoy!

In all the times they've fucked, Slade never took off his mask.

She only knew his eye—bright electric blue that reminded her of the sky. She only knew his voice—chocolaty velvet that wrapped her, commanded her. She knew his body from the waist down, but his upper half was still a mystery, his face, an unknown.

He said it was for personal reasons. She could, he reasoned, turn him into the police, or pass along his picture to Robin, or go after his real-life persona herself.

Bullshit.

She knew better.

Masks were just masks. They could only hide so much.

"Get on the bed."

He tilted his head, amused. "Really? Ordering me around, little bird?" Slade laughed. When she suggested that, he had agreed, yes, but he didn't she'd really follow through with it. "I didn't think you actually had it in you."

"Well, you'll find I do." Her tone was powerful, with unmistakable authority dripping off of it. That alone made him pause and look at her, really look at her, and he saw something… predatory in her amethyst eyes. "Now, get on the bed."

He hesitantly settled himself on the motel room's bed. She leaned down and forced him to look at her. "That wasn't so hard, was it slave?"

Silence. She growled, a low, forceful snarl from deep in her throat. Raven slapped him across the face. He could feel the stinging sensation—even with his mask on. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer." Another slap. "When I give you an order, I expect it obeyed." She seized his chin. Her grip tightened, and Slade didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to lose himself in those eyes of hers. "Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master."

She rewarded him with a pat on the head. "Good boy."

He groaned in response as she tugged on his hair.

"We will be using the color system and safe word as we get more comfortable."

"Green is good. Yellow is slow down. Red is stop. Safe word is full withdrawal of consent," he recited.

Raven nodded, her fingers drawing patterns against his skin. "Tell me your safeword, please."

It would probably be her last request for the evening. Everything would be orders from here on out. The anticipation and the apprehension were killing him. Even with the limits and the safe words and the precautions all in place, Slade felt…apprehensive. He generally took the lead in their little sexual forays, not the other way around.

"Adeline."

"Good." Raven settled herself in the nearby chair and gave him a cocky smile. "Now strip."

She was watching him, her expression indifferent, her legs folded. Raven was all power: manipulation, her dinner, domination, her dessert. She was enjoying this, watching the Titans' once most hated enemy becoming nothing more than a toy for her to use.

For the next hour or so, he would be hers.

Her eyes gave him the tacit commands he could just hear roll off her tongue.

Let me watch. Give me a show, pet.

If she wanted a show… Slade slowly bent down and unbuckled his boots. Stepping out of them, he carefully placed them by the foot of the bed. Tantalizingly, he began to roll up his shirt to reveal his well-defined abs and toned chest. Wiggling his ass, Slade let his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers and belt.

Then, he stood to face her.

"I told you to strip, slave," she hissed with displeasure. "When I said to strip, I meant strip. All of it." Raven gestured to his mask, still covering his face.

He made no attempt to move.

Her gaze sharpened. "Color?"

He hesitated. No one since Addie had ever seen the face behind the two-toned mask. (No mask was intimate. No mask meant that the lines that were drawn in the sand would disappear with the tide. No mask meant that she would see him, scars and all.) The cracks. The insecurities. The regrets. They were all slowly coming to the surface once again.

It was supposed to be just sex. No strings attached. The mask should stay on—always.

Slade stared hard at the painting just behind her head. "Yellow."

"Very well then." She made no move to remove his mask, but he could see that something had changed. The air had shifted, and he thought he saw that bloodthirsty quartet of crimson eyes smile in the darkness. "If you want to play that way, pet, get on the floor. Hands and knees." Her eyes had gone dark with desire and dominance. Her voice promised…use.

Slade lowered himself to the floor. His ass raised in the air, thrust toward her like an offering. He bit his lip as her fingers just ghosted over his back before coming to rest just over his ass.

"You're a naughty pet, slave, for not listening to your master. Do you deserve to be punished?" she asked, cooing sweetly in his ear.

He swallowed his pride. "Yes, master."

"I'm glad you think so." She grinned wickedly. "Count for me, will you? And be sure to thank me."

Raven struck his ass with her bare hand. The sharp stinging impact of her hand still tore a cry from his lips. He felt the entire world spin from the sudden spike of pain and the unfamiliar sensation of pleasure.

"One," he gasped. "Thank you master."

As Raven continued to spank her, varying the location of her blows, Slade found himself falling to that pain and pleasure. His cock was throbbing and unbearably hard, his pre-cum dripping onto the floor. He unconsciously thrust his hips with every smack, trying to more of that delicious, sweet agony. Sweat sheened his body as he arched his back, his fingernails digging into the carpet.

"What are you, slave?"

"A naughty…little…cumslut…" he said between pants and moans. Slade looked up at her desperately. He needed more.

"Good boy." She rewarded him with an even more brutal slap.

"Twenty. Thank you, master." His entire body was trembling. If this continued for any longer, he would collapse from his desire.

"It looks like I need to get a better punishment," Raven whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heady. He groaned and wished she would just touch him. His cock was already standing at attention for her. "You seem to enjoy this one too much."

"I'm sorry, master."

"No matter." She gently trailed her finger down his spine. His body thrashed underneath her touch, his muscles rippling from his barely contained lust, his blue eye filling with so much need. "I liked leaving my handprints in red all over your ass."

"I'm happy I pleased you, master."

"Good." She patted his cheek, her fingers meeting metal instead of flesh. "Get on the bed. Eagle-spread. Face up."

He obeyed her at once. Slade ignored how raw his ass is as met rough sheets. He felt sore and sensitive and it felt so goddamn good. With a snap of her fingers, Raven caused bindings to wind around his wrists. Growling in frustration, he tried to lunge forward and free himself, but he couldn't break the black chains.

"Settle down, slave." Her fingers played with his nipple, pinching just enough to make his breath catch in his throat. He moaned at the familiar rush, that pulse of adrenaline dizzy with desire. "Or I'll just leave you here, all tied up, and leave the door open."

"You like that idea, don't you?" she laughed at the way he bit his lip and tried to not look interested. "That could always be arranged at a later date, of course, but right now, pet, you are to obey and serve." Her fingers traced the inner part of his thigh, causing him to jerk his hips desperately upward.

"Yes… master." His face flushed with humiliation and arousal. Raven, as if sensing his apprehension, pushed his legs above his head so his ass was in the air and everything was exposed to her and ripe for the taking.

Her finger just brushed his asshole. "Has anyone ever touched you here?' she asked softly, pushing her finger a little deeper inside Slade and making him squirm against the sheets.

"N-no," he stuttered. His cock twitched.

"Color?"

"Green."

"Good." She smiled. "It seems there will be a lot of firsts between us, slave."

Raven removed her finger, and he groaned, thrusting his hips to the sky, whimpering for more—dear lord—more. Raven laughed. Her tongue ran over his asshole carefully, like a painter slowly tending to her canvas, delicately planning every single stroke. Gently, she probed his back opening, her tongue dipping in. Slade threw his head back in a guttural groan, urging her to go deeper, spreading his legs wider. Her tongue snaked its way through his hole, her hand reaching up to stroke his dick.

She gently massaged his balls as she began to explore his once unknown territory. The deeper she went, the louder his groans and the more he moved with her to try to give her more and more access. Raven rubbed her legs together, trying her best to avoid the flame that had been kindled there. Seeing him there, all hot and bothered and aroused and submissive, had opened up something dormant in her that she didn't even know existed.

"How shameless. Such a wanton slut," she murmured as she removed herself from his hole to catch her breath. "You're so hard even in this shameful position."

"Only for you, master," he answered breathlessly.

"Damn right." Her hand begun to pump his cock, sending his body into even more throes of wanton gratification. He kept begging her, pleading with her, to go deeper, harder, to punish his slutty body more and more.

"It seems I'll have to buy a strap-on, slut. Someone enjoys getting fucked in his asshole a bit too much," Raven mused aloud. "Another day, I guess. I suppose you'll have to be satisfied with this."

She lathered her fingers with his pre-cum before inserting two fingers into his slutty hole. Her tongue had stretched his back hole for her, letting her wiggle and jerk the digits. Her free hand returned to slowly and tortuously run up and down his aching cock.

He was losing himself in a haze of arousal and desire and feeling and humiliation. He was teetering on the edge, so close to feeling that heavenly fall…so…

And then she stopped.

Slade whined at the loss of feeling as she withdrew both of her hands. He was achingly exposed and empty without her tongue or her fingers. His hips were struggling to remain still, but he needed, wanted—

"Ah, ah, ah." Raven tutted, giving him a swat on his already aching ass. "What kind of slave cums before his master?"

"A bad slave, master," he murmured, but he desperately needed to cum. "But master, please… please…"

"No." Her tone was final. "You will not cum until I tell you to."

"Master!"

"Don't think you can. I don't even have to put a cock ring on you to make sure you won't. Why use that when you have magic instead?" Raven lowered his legs down to the bed and surveyed her handiwork. His eyes were squeezed shut, tan skin flushed and shining bright with want, chest heaving, muscles twitching, mouth hanging open and panting heavily. Only she could reduce him to this—to this level of sweating, swearing need.

She straddled him and leans forward so her body was burning his. "Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, her hands teasingly brushing against his cock.

He wanted to do more than eat her out. Slade wanted to worship that dripping cunt of hers, run his tongue inside, and watch as she bucked her hips rhythmically to his tongue and her lips wrapped around his cock until he came in her mouth. "Yes, master."

"Then I need to remove this mask." Her fingers curl threateningly around his mask. "Color?"

If he said yellow, he knew she wouldn't push him any further. If he said yellow, she would continue on without any complaint. If he said yellow, she would respect his limits and move on.

Slade wanted to say yellow, but at the same time, he needed to say green.

(Because Raven, he knew, would never shoot out his other eye. Because Raven, he knew, he could trust with more than his unguarded back. Because Raven, he knew, wasn't Addie, would never be Addie, and she would care for him in spite of everything as a good master should.)

Fuck reservations. Fuck Addie. Just fuck it. Fuck it all. All he needed to do right was cum. All he wanted to do right was her.

"G-green," he murmured, and his heart felt so vulnerable and exposed.

"Okay." Her eyes were softer this time, full of understanding. Raven gently pried the mask off his face, and with that, he lay before her bare. Amethyst eyes met blue, and her fingers ran down his cheek before tracing his strong jawline. A beautiful young woman looked down; a handsome, much older man stared back.

"Beautiful," Raven whispered, and he was. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek, kissed his scars until she knew every part of him, from the slash from his shoulder to just above his hip to his lost eye. He needily groaned with every touch, as her own pulsating heat surrounded him, strangling him with uncontrollable lust.

And there was no denying, in this moment, he was now hers as much as she was his.

Her mouth curled into a smile that would make any man sin. Gracefully, she moved so that her pussy was tantalizingly within his reach. He was enthralled. For the first time, he truly, truly saw her as his equal, someone who could dominate him as much as he could her.

"Lick."

Slade's face shot up and began to devour her. His tongue slipped through her folds, his teeth nipping lightly at her swollen clit. Raven let out a low groan, bucking shamelessly against his face. His hands strained against the chains binding him to the bed, rubbing his wrists raw. He wanted to do more than just lick; Slade wanted to touch, wanted to feel and make her succumb to a barrage of sensations until she came earth-shatteringly.

"Such a good pet," she cooed in his ear. Her breaths came out in uneven pants. She ground against him, trying to bury him even deeper, trying to get more and more of that overwhelming need. Her fingers began to play with her breasts before slipping down to play with clitoris.

That was enough. She came and the earth seemed to shatter. Raven rode the sensations through, and Slade was only too eager to please. Gasping, she leaned herself against the wall before gently moving off Slade's flushed face.

Her lips brushed against his forehead, her hands moving his silver hair from his eye. "Good pet." She noticed how his one eye was solely fixed on her, how he leaned into her touch, and for a moment, both of them forget that this was just sex. "As your reward…"

His eye widened as her mouth hovered just above his still throbbing cock. "Master…"

Raven grinned. "Good slaves get rewards, my dirty slut." Then her lips wrapped around his painfully hard cock and sucked.

If she hadn't cast that spell on him, he would have cum right there and then.

Raven swirled her tongue experimentally around his tip before lowering her head further to bob up and down around his entire length. She swallowed the pre-cum that had begun to leak, and she watched as her little slave became a groaning, writhing mass on the sheets. Slade was driven into a frenzy as he began to thrust his hips forward with reckless abandon.

But before he could truly lose himself, Raven removed her goddamn mouth. He whined at the loss. "Master, I thought you were…" His voice trailed off when he saw her straddle his cock, his tip enticingly over her entrance.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Problem, slave?"

"No, master," Slade said quickly.

"Excellent," Raven said as she lowered herself on his dick. She was so fucking tight. So wet, so hot. His cock was being engulfed and choked by her tense, throbbing walls. Raven leaned forward slightly and pulled him out before she slammed her hips back down his shaft. She rode him, digging her nails into his shoulder and drawing blood.

"Am I supposed to do all the work myself?" Her eyes flashed mischievously. Raven leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Get to work, pet."

He didn't have to be told twice. Slade began thrusting upwards in time with her movements, ignoring the stinging sensations from his wrists. Raven felt her core clenching tighter and tighter. Feverishly, she continued to pound him until she felt her control begin to slip and lost herself to the flames.

"Cum for me, slave," she murmured. Slade groaned, finally able to find that blissful release. With one final thrust, he shot a hot stream of liquid straight into her core. Raven milked him dry with her spasming flesh. Her sight went blank and she moaned loudly as she cummed with him.

Breathing heavily, she slowly leaned down and laid over him, their hips still joined, and she tangled her fingers through his hair. "Rest" she murmured, brushing her forehead to his. "You were such a good boy, Slade."

"Mmm." He nuzzled her cheek. Slade felt the restraints binding him fade away to nothing, and he took the opportunity to cup her cheek. "Did I please you?"

She smirked. "Very." After laying there for a while, Raven reluctantly rolled off him and examined the hand-shaped marks on his ass and the red on his wrists from the chafing.

"Turn around."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Master?"

She glared at him.

His lips twitched into a smile. "Raven."

She rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. "Just turn around."

Still chuckling, Slade did as she commanded. Her fingers slowly traveled over his body where it was rubbed raw and began healing him. He hummed in appreciation as he felt that spark run through him, knitting up his skin.

"Does this mean oral sex is on the table now?" Slade asked.

She laughed. "I'll gladly suck your cock, if you suck mine." Raven sidled up next to him, her breasts pressed up against his back. "See what happens when you take off your mask?" she whispered throatily in his ear.

He wasn't complaining.

Behind a mask, people think that they are safe. That no one can trace them. No one can know them. They can hide behind the façade and play pretend.

The funny thing about masks was that they only hide so much. They obscure the face, but that's about it. Even they can't completely hide a person—at least not forever.

Slade learned that they hard way.

(Because she knew him, even though he loathed to admit it. She knew him as well as he knew her.)

He couldn't hide from her.

—

He never wore his mask again. (At least, not around Raven.)

Thank you for reading!

I think Raven would choose for him to call her "master" because she's definitely "mastered" him at this point, pun intended. Mistress, to me, just sounds really weird. Besides, it's a nice call back for the way he made everyone else call him master. And so the circle is complete...mwahahahaha...

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