Title: Fifty Shades of Slade
Chapter Title: Spoils
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! YAY! I think there's going to be more plot coming, but in the mean time, enjoy lemonade.
It was kind of fun focusing more on Raven. I've been able to write her emoticlones. I have to admit, writing them is hella fun.
* The quote underneath this Author's Note "Some wars are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens" is from G.R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones. I just didn't put it in quotes because aesthetically, it looked awful. Anyway, that's his. It's not mine. I'm quoting him. Please don't sue me. I have no money.
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Warnings: Cunninglus. Sex. Sparring. ...it's actually kinda vanilla for them...
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Some wars are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.*
(And some aren't won at all.)
It was a war, an endless, bloody war. Not a war between the two of them, but a war between herself.
Her demonic half reveled in the destruction, in the bursts of pleasure and the frantic heat and need that threatens to consume her. She was lust—lustful for both carnal pleasure and blood. Slade was perhaps the only human that could satisfy both.
Her human half was…on the fence. Her other emotions tried to keep their red-cloaked sister in the darkest corners of her head, but they were trouble too.
Lust was overjoyed at just the thought that Raven was finally getting some. "Thank Azar!" She cheered after the first time they fucked. "I thought we were going to die a virgin!" Chants of We'rebangingSladeWe'rebangingSlade! could be heard for the entire night.
Happy was…well happy that Raven was happy. (Big surprise.) "Have you seen his package?" Lust grinned, licking her lips. "Anyone would be happy." Happy giggled and privately had to agree.
Timid blushed every time the subject came up and would hide without saying anything. "D-don't ask me!" she would shout, her face a scarlet crimson. "I… I…" Her mouth would snap shut. Then she would go retreat into her dark corner, and no amount of coaxing would ever get her out.
Lazy was all for stopping the sex—if only because it was too much effort. Only problem was that it was too much effort to say that, so the point was probably moot.
Sadness was depressingly realistic: "Haven't you watched romance films?" she asked sadly. "It's never sex with no strings attached. Sooner or later, someone's going to have their heart broken."
Brave was all for journeying into unknown territory, kicking ass and taking names, doing what Raven wanted whenever Raven wanted. "Besides," Brave said with a smirk, "there were a few things that I still wanted to try out with ol' one eye." No one was brave enough to ask her what those things were.
And Wisdom? Well, Wisdom would always manage to ask those armor-piercing questions that made the flurry of excitement and enthusiasm and turmoil come to a grinding halt.
"How are we supposed to maintain…whatever this is while trying to juggle being a doctor and a superhero?" she challenged.
"Well, we could always find a way…" Brave began, only to be cut off by Wisdom.
"What about the Titans?" Wisdom snapped, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. "What about our family?"
(Because nothing could betray their family more than sleeping with their once biggest enemy.)
They all went silent.
(No one really knew the answer.)
Slade Wilson may not have been God's gift to women, but he sure as hell was the Devil's gift to her. Literally. Her father may as well have hand-delivered Slade to her with a bow perched in his silver hair.
She had won the war against her father, and to the victor goes the spoils.
Raven almost wished she had lost the war.
Almost. Not quite.
Location: The training room in one of his many hideouts in Jump City.
Status: Currently trying to be the shit out of each other.
Slade's fist just whistled past her cheek. Raven propelled herself forward to slam her shoulder into his chest, sending him tumbling backwards. Pressing her advantage, Raven sprinted forward and punched him in the stomach. Slade hit the wall with a loud crack, but not before his hand grabbed her wrist and sent her tumbling down with him.
Slade's body pressed hers to the floor. Heat rolled off both of their bodies, their breaths coming in pants, sweat beading down their faces.
"Do you see why you need to improve your hand-to-hand combat skills, Raven?" Slade laughed, his grip tightening enough to make her cry out in pain. He leaned down to press his forehead to hers, that infuriating smirk back on his lips. "Hmm, little bird?"
She responded by truly closing the distance between them. Slade was sent back with a sickening crunch as her forehead smashed into his. He stumbled away, clutching his bleeding head. Without missing a beat, Raven scrambled to her feet. She lunged for him without the slightest bit of hesitation. Slade is almost impressed when her knee landed against his gut. He rolled with the blow, taking a few steps back to regain his balance.
As she leapt forward, his fingers grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. Using her momentum, he slammed her into the training room's wall. She caught herself before her skull knocked against it, but he was unrelenting. His fingernails dug themselves into her skin, drawing blood.
"Much better," he purrs, his breath tickling her ear.
He was rewarded with a roundhouse kick to the face. She kicked him with such force that blood begins to drip from his nose, but he was unfazed. Grabbing her ankle, he forced her off-balance and smashed his fist into her chest. She didn't miss a beat and nailed him in the ribs. Hard.
Ignoring the pain, Slade grabbed her arms and pinned her mercilessly to the floor. She squirmed against him, trying to get out of his iron grip. He just twisted her arm more, causing her let out another cry.
"Had enough, little bird?" he murmured.
She twisted her head to look at him—furious violet eyes meeting amused blue. Raven tried to free herself from his grip without her powers, but she ended up hurting herself even more as he wrenched her arm into an even more painful position.
"I won," he crooned, dropping a kiss into her hair.
"Yes, Slade. Congratulations for stating the obvious. You won." Raven tried to push him off, but he was in no mood to move. Instead, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his fingers running lightly over her skin.
"You know what they say, don't you?" Slade whispered throatily. "To the victor go the spoils."
She flushed as she felt his arousal press up against the curve of her ass. His fingers reached down to circle her swollen clit.
Two could play at this game, she thought with a smirk. Raven ground against him, causing him to groan. Reaching behind her, she cupped his face, her fingers tangling with the scruff of his beard. He leaned into her touch, his eye closing, his hold on her loosening, and she squirmed out of his grip in order to face him.
"I have to go to work soon," she whispered regretfully.
He grinned, nipping her earlobe. "Then let me do all the work." His eyes were the brightest blue, dark with a dangerous lust. His hands had already found their favorite spot on her waist, pulling her close to him. She hesitated, trying to calculate if they had enough time for this.
"You have forty five minutes before your shift," Slade laughed as if reading her mind. His silver hair tickled her forehead. He trailed a line of kisses down his face, and Raven had to struggle not to disappear in a dizzy haze when his mouth found that pulse point in her neck. "That's plenty of time for me to make you scream my name, little bird."
"Who says you won't be screaming mine?" Raven laughed, her breath tickling his ear. "I—ah…" She threw her head back with a moan when his fingers rubbed against her aching core. He yanked off her pants and unceremoniously threw away her panties, already wet with need. Raven pulled off her shirt, tossing it into the haphazard pile of clothes nearby. Grinding against her, Slade fumbled for the clasp of her bra, his teeth leaving a trail of bite marks across her collarbone.
"You're overdressed," Raven murmured, her fingers beginning to roll up his shirt, but he stopped her.
"Tonight's all about you."
She raised an eyebrow. "I thought it was: 'To the victor go the spoils.'"
"It is."
"Then why—"
Any further thoughts were cut off when Slade began to tease her clit. She bucked underneath him, biting down on her lip in pleasure. Sweat sheened her entire body, the combination of lust and the adrenaline rush put them both on the edge. His mouth found her left breast and began to suck, her left hand massaging her right breast before tweaking her nipple. His fingers began to teasingly play at the entrance of her pussy. Raven's hands clenched around the back of his head, her fingers fisting his hair.
Coming up for air, Slade smirked down at the trembling woman in his arms. His fingers slid into her needy core. "As the victor, I plan on spoiling you."
"Slade…" Her body rocked to meet his unrelenting thrusts. His thumb played with her clit, sending her into overdrive. Raven used her hips to urge him further inside of her. He scissored his fingers within her, stretching her deliciously.
"Do you want more, little bird?" Slade's voice was chocolate to the ears, making her even wetter.
"Slade…" Raven gasped, her hips grinding against him. "Yes… Fuck me more…"
He smirked. "As you wish."
Slade removed his fingers from her core. She whined at the loss of contact, but soon found herself pressed up against the training room's floor, legs spread, with a very hot man's mouth tickling her dripping pussy.
Oh, yes please…
"Beautiful." Slade kissed her down there, his tongue digging inside of her. Raven cried indistinctly as he lazily explored her core with his tongue. She thrashed, her legs threatening to close around his head, but he just spread her legs further and lavished her with more of his affection. Slade reveled in the taste of her, eating out her pussy more enthusiastically than he had any other woman's. Damn, she tasted good. Slade groaned as he watched her slowly come undone in his arms.
His tongue rocked against her core. Raven whimpered, urging him to go faster, fuck her harder. She writhed shamelessly to his touch, bucking against his face when he nipped lightly at her swollen clit.
"Slade! Please… Please…" She was begging; she didn't even know what for. He just kept flicking and circling her clit, teasing her center, until he finally thrust his tongue into her center. Raven screamed, arching her back, toes curling. She lost herself in a barrage of wondrous sensations, cumming explosively, her walls fluttering around his tongue. She convulsed so beautifully around his tongue, shattering under his careful touch.
By the time Raven regained her sensibilities, Slade had already lowered his pants to reveal his rock hard dick. She obligingly spread her legs for him, sending him a flirtatious smile that she knew would rub him in all the right ways.
It did.
"Fuck Raven…" he rasped. Her head was tipped back, little, small, breathy moans escaping from her lips. Slade had to have her. He latched onto her expose neck with his mouth, languidly licking along the column of her throat before stopping at that rapidly thudding pulse point, digging his teeth in to leave a mark. She ground against his cock, against him. All his self-control flew out the window.
To the victor go the spoils, he thought in amusement as his cock slammed into her without warning.
They fuck fiercely, possessively, like two dragons tangling for dominance, their touches full of passion and lust and fire and blood. He thrust into her roughly, pinning her to the ground, their hips grinding together as they moaned in tandem. They spiral toward orgasm together, like dragons dancing in the sky, too wrapped up in each other to notice that they're heading toward the ground.
"Raven," Slade growled. "Raven."
Her eyes fluttered. "Slade."
She left hickeys across his collarbone, her fingers drawing blood. He left marks against her skin, his touch enough to bruise. They fuck desperately in a war against the clock. It was raw, primal. Every thrust, every slam, every groan and curled toe and arched back, sent them closer and closer. They are teetering on the line, unsure about whether this was black or white, uncaring that they are lost in a sea of grey. He emptied himself in her with a roar, and she bucked against him as she too lost herself to the sensation.
Their releases left them both breathless, a convulsing pair inexplicably bound together by want and need. Raven hummed softly in pleasure, burying her face into his sweaty neck. Slade reveled in the physical closeness, in the way she just melted into his arms. When the world stops spinning and their pants turn to shaky breaths, Slade reluctantly slipped out of her and fell back to the ground with a thud. He reached out to press her to his chest.
Her fingers touch his lips, still wet with her cum. "I missed this," she admitted softly.
Slade scoffed. "I should certainly think so." His eye softened slightly, his touch oddly gentle. "You've been…busy lately." Raven can't help but hear the note of bitterness in his voice.
"Sorry." And it surprised her that she was. That she was upset and annoyed as he was that they hadn't had their little trysts as often as they used to.
"It's not your fault." Slade shrugged. "We've both been busy."
They were.
He had assassinations to do (all of which, he purposely made sure were far, far away from Jump City), things to steal, people to torture… She had calls at the hospital to take, experiments to do, supervillains to stop, Titans to train…
Slade held her tighter. "It's just sex, but I…enjoy our time together."
"I do too," she whispered.
They stared at each other for the longest time. He wanted to ask her to stay. (For an indefinite period of time.) She wanted to ask him if she could stay. (As long, of course, they modified the contract accordingly.)
Still, reality took precedence over fantasies and desires.
The reality of the situation is that she can't.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position, stretching. He followed suit. Turning toward him, Raven placed a hand on his shoulder. "Next time we spar, I'll be on top," she murmured in his ear.
"I look forward to it." He tangled his fingers through her hair. They were so close, their faces just inches apart. Slade trailed a finger down her cheek.
She gently removed his hand from her face. "I have to go," she said apologetically.
"Be a little late." Slade was too proud to beg, but his eye was pleading.
She hesitated, checking the clock. Fifteen minutes… Raven could do fifteen minutes. She'd done surgeries in less.
"Make me," she challenged. His eye widened as she stood up and resumed a battle stance. Rising, he followed suit.
"Oh, I will, little bird."
"To the victor go the spoils," Raven reminded him with a playful smile.
Slade grinned back.
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(For the record, she ended up on top that time.)
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It was a war, but not between the two of them. It had been going on for so long that she didn't even know the sides anymore. Maybe there weren't sides. Maybe it was just her.
Slade brought out the worst in her—the lust, the greed, the pride. (But there was also the diligence, the patience, the kindness.)
He could push her in ways that she had never known she could be pushed, bring out sides of her that she never knew even existed. (He brought out her demonic nature, but also made her feel so…human.)
Slade could send her teetering over the edge. (But he was always there to catch her if she fell.)
She knew now why Trigon had given her to him.
To the victor go the spoils.
(Why then did it feel like she hadn't won?)
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"It's just sex," she whispered to herself. "Just sex. Plain and simple."
It was getting harder and harder to believe that.
Yo bro! Thanks for reading!
I can just see them sparring, and every single time, it ends up looking like this. Oops.
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