Title: Fifty Shades of Slade

Chapter Title: Risk

Rating: M for shameless lemons galore and cursing. So many lemons. It's exactly what it says on the tin.

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, faves, and follows! You guys are great! :D

Hi guys! I know, it's been a while. I just started Freshman year of college, whee, and there's no time. Between my varsity sport and my engineering workload, I'm swamped. :( This is why this story hasn't been updated in a while. I'm only getting time this week because it's fall break and I finished most of my work. Yay.

Shout out to the anonymous reviewer who keeps telling me to update. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten my shit together. Thanks. You're the best, anon. Thank you.

I'll try my best to get a chapter every month. I still am working on the apprentice part. Sorry. I was still debating how that would go down and if Slade would use a sex swing just for shits and giggles and other little minor details that make it hard to write... The struggle is very real. Then there's some research to make sure it's too over the top. IDK. Then there's the plot that's slowly coming along... I miss the Summer. That was fun.

As always, suggestions are welcome! :D

Warnings: Office sex, on the phone while having sex, Denial and Mixed Signals

Please enjoy!

They were both risk-takers. (That was why they had this in the first place.) But the degree of risk involved had gone up somewhat.

Raven noticed when Lust was quiet after a quickie in the back of a car with Slade. That emoticlone tended to be quiet…vocal throughout the entire process. But for once, Lust was silent and a new, rosy red cloaked emoticlone reared her ugly head. Raven pointedly ignored the newcomer—no need to complicate the situation already. (It was easier to pretend that she didn't exist in the first place.)

She had so much on her plate, between Darkseid's impeding return, trying to juggle her job as a doctor with her job as a superhero and the rest of her life, negotiating with the League and the World Governments… There was no need to increase the risk by thinking anything other than those goddamn thoughts her father had put in her head. The end.

She was taught to control her emotions from a young age on Azarath. Raven thought she could control one little new emotion. No problem.

(Still, it was getting harder to not notice that she kinda-maybe-sort-of actually liked having him around.)

Slade noticed it when he found himself wanting her company. He and Wintergreen were half-way across the world in in the middle of nowhere and he looked up at the stars and thought about her. (And how much he wished she were beside him right now.)

It wasn't a sexual fantasy. (For once.) It wasn't even how he'd manipulate her so she would come to his side. (She would kill him if he ever mentioned that.) There wasn't anything overtly sexual or particularly advantageous to the thought.

All of it was…her. (And how nice it was to have her by his side.)

For a man who practically lived off control, the idea was…disconcerting to say the least.

She was attractive, yes. Very attractive, if he was honest… And intelligent. And brilliant. Frustratingly tempting and dominating. Patient. Sarcastic. Witty… And—so sue him. Yes, he was a little attracted to her in maybe not quite the most sexual way and maybe-kind-of in a way that resembled something like a normal human emotion.

He didn't let that emotion die down quite just yet. Slade had been through this before and last time it turned out horribly, but he still couldn't quite shake that feeling in his chest.

They were both risk-takers, but they weren't stupid.

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(At least not yet.)

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"Dear lord, you look like hell, Doctor Roth." Slade slipped into her office, unannounced and without an appointment. If she didn't know better, Raven would have thought the world was about to end. Or Slade just did something extremely stupid. Given their track records, both were equally likely.

Looking up from her paperwork, pen in hand, Raven gave him a once-over. No, he wasn't bleeding…or missing any limbs—or eyes for that matter. No, his last job went off without a hitch, so that couldn't be why he was here. And no, Father's Day was not around the corner. It was far too early for him to beg—or as close to begging as Slade Wilson could get—for her to convince Jericho or Rose to see him.

That then begged the simple question—why the hell was Slade Wilson in her office?

Not that she was complaining or anything. The rosy red emoticlone in her head was currently doing cartwheels with joy, and Raven was on the fence about actually trying to stop her. It was easier to just ignore her and pretend that this was just a normal day at the office—or as normal as it could be considering you have half-demon for a doctor and one-eyed mercenary in an office. The entire premise seemed like the start of an awful joke.

"Mr. Wilson." The corner of her lips twitched. "Always a pleasure to see you."

"Likewise." He reached down to kiss her hand, his lips gently brushing her fingertips. She laughed, pulling her hand away.

"What do you want?" Raven asked, rolling her eyes. "Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid."

"When don't I?" Slade leaned across the desk, his trademark smirk settling onto his features. "I can't just drop in and say hello?"

"You never just drop in and say hello." Raven returned her attention to her cases, signing off on another and unceremoniously dropping into the files with all the other completed documents. "What do you want? A free pass? Information? A meeting with Jericho or Rose?"

"Hardly." Slade's hand floated up to touch her cheek. "I can't see how my favorite doctor is doing?"

"Not without an appointment first." She pulled away from him and continued to do paperwork. "I'm busy, Mr. Wilson. I don't have time for this."

"Are you busy afterwards?"

She rubbed her forehead tiredly. "We can schedule an appointment next week, if you'd like additional treatment, Mr. Wilson. At the moment, my schedule's full. I have a meeting and a long night ahead of me."

"Pity. Do you have any time to fit in a food break into your schedule?" Slade held up a bag of take-out. That rosy red emoticlone immediately poked her head out, and Raven pointedly pushed her further down into the darkness of Nevermore.

"Dear Azar." Raven's stomach grumbled loudly as she reached over to grab the take-out and dug in. She shoved forkfuls of food into her mouth while Slade watched in amusement. "You should have just lead off with that," she said between mouthfuls of food. Raven forgot the last time she actually ate an entire meal. She polished off that entire meal faster than Kid Flash. Ensconcing herself in her chair, Raven gave Slade a very, very grateful smile. "Thanks. You're a lifesaver."

Slade chuckled. "I never imagined you or your little friends would ever call me a lifesaver."

"I could call you other things if you schedule an official appointment." She gave a playful wink, her fingers climbing up his arm. Raven's breath was hot and heavy in his ear. "Master."

Slade's breath hitched. This woman was going to be the death of him. "I thought someone wasn't willing to be my apprentice."

"If you keep bringing me food, who knows?" Raven smirked. "Someone could get lucky." She trailed a finger down his chest, and he groaned as she traced patterns onto his skin. "I know a guy who'd be very, very happy to see me in orange and black."

He stared at her, licking his lips in anticipation. "Everything's negotiable."

"It is." Raven returned her attention to her last bit of paperwork, absently pulling back a stray strand of hair. "Well, at least it'll give you something to look forward to."

"Who said that was the only thing I was looking forward to?" His blue eye lingered on her for a moment too long.

She was too busy signing her final case to notice. "Please tell me you're not going to actually try to recruit Robin—I mean, Nightwing. Or Rose. Or Jericho. Or anybody on the Titans."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Does that mean Young Justice is fair game?"

That got her attention. "Slade!" She threw her pen at him. He dodged, laughing.

They ended up talking for a good half hour about nothing and somehow everything. By the time she has to leave for that department meeting, Raven was well-fed and happier than she had been for a while. And not once did Slade try to make an impromptu appointment.

It was odd, but the nice kind of odd. The kind of odd that she wouldn't mind having because honest to Azar, as much as she hated to admit it, it was…nice having Slade around. (But it's not like she would actually admit that out loud.)

"Sorry I have to kick you out," Raven said as she locked up her office for the evening. "It's hospital policy."

"Not a problem." Slade reached out to give her hand a small squeeze. "It was nice seeing you, Dr. Roth. I'll schedule an appointment next time."

"If you weren't here for an appointment or your usual business, what were you doing here then, Mr. Wilson?" she asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

She tilted her head curiously. "Did you at least get what you came for?"

His blue eye never left her face. "I did, Dr. Roth," he said with the smallest of smiles. "I most certainly did."

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It probably wasn't the best idea to have a wanted mercenary hanging around in your workplace, especially if you happened to be a superhero.

(It was probably even worse that said meeting was the highlight of her day.)

It probably wasn't advisable to constantly hang around a superhero when you were the world's best assassin.

(It was probably even worse that said superhero made him feel complete.)

They were stuck between a rock and cold hard place. There was really no getting out of this. No matter what happened, hearts would be broken—though not always their own. No matter what happened, they would eventually come to a crossroads between light and darkness.

But they weren't there yet.

They still had time to risk.

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"How's my favorite doctor?" Slade asked as he held out a steaming cup of tea. Her office seemed messier than it was when he dropped by with food a week ago. Let's just say a polar bear would no problem hiding in this small snow storm of paperwork. Piles of neatly stacked paper looked more like snowbanks, and Raven's desk looked like it had a hissy fit and threw up its contents all over the floor.

"Much better now that you're finally here." Raven grinned, gratefully accepting the cup, her fingers tangling with his.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "You're talking to the tea, aren't you?"

"Of course." Raven reached up to playfully twirl his beard around her fingers. "Thanks, Mr. Wilson."

"No problem." Slade settled himself in his usual chair beside her. "Rough day?"

"You have no idea." (That was a half-truth. Raven didn't need to know he did.) She leaned her hand tiredly on her cheek. "It was a bad week on both fronts."

"I saw." Even under the dingy light, he couldn't ignore the prominent bags underneath her eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept for days. Slade hadn't seen her look so run ragged before. Then again, crime rates were at an all-time high. Some villains had created some secret organization called the Light. She was on call for the past few days, and in those few days, the Titans and their junior cohorts had managed to wreck half of the city. And Slade thought he had it bad running around the world four times in one week. (At least he had been paid to do that.)

"How're you holding up?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I've been better." Raven took careful sips of the tea as she continued to work. "Thanks for coming by, even though I had to cancel. You have no idea how much I needed this caffeine."

"Is everything okay?" His face knitted together in concern. "You generally don't cancel this last minute."

"Yes. I'm sorry." She blew her hair out of her face in frustration. "The League and the Titans are having a last-minute joint meeting tonight and I can't miss it. I'm going to be late enough as it is."

"Relax, Dr. Roth." Rising, Slade stood behind her, his hands beginning to massage her shoulders and her stiff neck. His fingers gently searched the center of her back, before tenderly rubbing her back to knead the knots out of her skin. Raven looked positively delicious in that white lab coat, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail to reveal her neck, her body arching into his touch.

He nuzzled the crook of her neck. "You're so tense, little bird." She gasped as he worked his hands lower to her shoulder blades, his fingers just grazing her breasts. Slade nibbled her earlobe. "Should I help you relieve some of your tension?"

"Slade…" Raven gasped as he began to slowly press kisses to her neck. Her toes were curled with pleasure, the tension trickling out of her body, the knots in her back loosening.

He chuckled darkly, his breath tickling her ear. "I thought it was Mr. Wilson right now, Dr. Roth. Although, I wouldn't complain if someone called me master."

Raven opened her mouth to reply, but her reply was cut off by her cellphone ringing. Reluctantly shooing him away, Raven grabbed the phone and answered.

"Hello?" she asked, cracking her shoulders. Raven stood up and looked out her office's window. Slade made a move to follow her, and she gave him a nasty glare. It still didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around and pressing her close.

"You're naughty," she hissed, her mouth away from the phone.

Slade grinned. "I know. Good thing you're as naughty as I am." His hands hovered over her shoulder blades. "May I?" Slade whispered in her ear.

She bit her lip, looking at the clock. Thirty minutes and counting. Totally doable. They've done this is less time. And this appointment was on the calendar for a good two weeks…

She nodded, and Slade got to work.

"Rae!" Cyborg's voice shouted from the phone. "Where are ya?" His tone turned teasing. "You do know we have a meeting tonight. It would be bad form if you didn't show up…"

"I'm coming, okay?" Raven's breath got caught in her throat as Slade's fingers began to nimbly unbutton her pants. He yanked them off, dragging her panties along with them. She barely moved the mouthpiece away from her ear in time before his fingers found her cunt. He hit all the right buttons, working her like a punching log. Raven ground her hips against him, and he eagerly responded in kind, his thumb brushing her clit. Raven swayed on the spot, her legs suddenly untrustworthy.

Her voice wavered. Fuck. It took everything not moan as Slade slammed her up against the wall, his fingers going in deeper and faster and harder. "Sorry. I'm a…little…tied…up."

"You sound a little flustered, friend Raven. Is it very hot in the hospital?" Starfire's voice came from the phone. It sounded innocent, too innocent. Her face flushed even more.

"You have me on speakerphone!" Raven groaned. She did not need the entire tower to know what she did in her free time. Her eyes scrunched up when Slade began to assault her neck with kisses and little bites. Raven clapped her hands over her mouth, trying to keep the volume down. She could feel the wetness pooling at her pussy, the addicting, gratifying heat sending her into a state of bliss.

"Yup," Cyborg said cheerfully. Raven could practically see his cheeky grin. "Is that a problem?"

"N-no." Shit. The sensations were becoming too much. She barely registered Cyborg's words. Her free hand dug into Slade's arm. Raven bucked her hips wildly, trying to get more friction to send her over the edge. Slade obliged, his fingers pinching her clit, overloading her senses with heat and want. Raven's back arched as she felt her orgasm rush through her, an electric wave that sent jolts of pleasure through her system. As she came back down to earth, Slade's arm held her in place, his forehead leaning against hers.

Raven could hear her friends talking in the far off distance. The phone began to slip from her hands. She was so tired… Slade caught the phone before it could hit the floor.

"Having fun, little bird?" Slade whispered. With his body pressed up against her, she could feel his heat, feel his pulse's steady thrum against her own. Catching her breath, Raven laughed, rolling her hips against his.

"Too much apparently," she whispered teasingly. Her fingers ran down his chest, tantalizingly dipping lower to just brush the inner corner of his thigh.

"Raven..." Slade bucked against her, desperately trying to get her to go lower.

"Ah ah ah." Raven's hand ghosted over his hardening cock. "It's doctor right now, Mr. Wilson. I think it's medically sound that you should get this…examined."

"Do you think so, Doctor?" he asked with gritted teeth. Slade groaned as she freed his aching cock. It took every ounce of his self-control not to just take her right there and then. Grabbing her phone with one hand and his hardening dick in the other, Raven grasped his shaft and began to work it. Her fingers found his sensitive spots, teasingly tempting him with every stroke.

Raven delicately placed the phone's receiver to her ear. She grinned teasingly at Slade. "Sorry about that. I had to take a quick call. What was that?"

The mercenary glared at her, his hips bucking desperately against her hand. She swirled her fingers around the tip of his cock. Slade's face immediately contorted into one of pleasure.

"Behave now," she murmured throatily in his ear. Slade melted underneath her voice and her touch.

"Rae!" Beast Boy's voice sounded concerned. "Are you okay? You're kinda zoning out. It's almost like you're not listening at all."

"Sorry. I'm just… busy." She leaned the phone on her shoulder, using her free hand to give Slade's nipple a squeeze. Slade growled possessively, pressing up against her. He bit into her neck. His teeth left marks against her skin. Raven smirked and responded in kind, dragging her nails up his cock as her mouth found that sensitive spot in the pulse point of his neck.

"What, Beast Boy?" Raven narrowed her eyes as she listened to the phone. "No. I'm perfectly fine. Mmm. I'm a doctor. I'd think I know if something was wrong."

Slade scowled. He loathed it when her attention went elsewhere on anything but him. Slade had grown tired of the game. Slade's chest heaved, sweat rolling down his forehead. He needed more. Slade removed her hands from him, and she turned her eyes back onto him questioningly. Her eyes widened when he spread her legs, his dick teasingly over her entrance.

"Well?" she tilted her head teasingly, the phone dangling in her free hand. "Aren't you going to get on with it?"

She barely had time to register that he thrust into her. It was a quick and hard motion that sent a surge through her spine. Her back hit the wall of the office, his hands finding familiar handholds, as he continued to fuck her. Raven slung one of her legs over his shoulder, letting him thrust even deeper, giving him even more control. He rewarded her with a kiss to the crook of her knee before letting the fire of desire take over both of them.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she managed to mumble into the phone when Beast Boy asked her something. Raven's ability to form words, much less think about her friends, vanished as his nails dug into her flesh and his rigid cock relentlessly hammered into her.

Raven could barely manage frantic sounds, choked moans and halves of words. Each feverish thrust left ripples of pleasure following it. She was spiraling into a fiery bliss. Every moan she made, he responded by digging his nails into her flesh harder, making her draw in a sharp breath, slamming her harder against the unforgiving wall.

Beast Boy's laugh echoed in the office. "You better hurry, or else you're going to miss all the pizza."

"I'm …heart…brok…en…" Raven gasped. Azar, she was so close. He was too. Everything was running high. The passion. The excitement. The pure sensation and delectable pain. Her vision was going blurry as the explosive pleasure seized her without warning, burning her, shattering her, until she was coming apart in his arms.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Beast Boy asked carefully. "Maybe you shouldn't come."

"I'm coming!" Raven shouted into the receiver, still riding out her orgasm. In the dizzy, sexual haze, Raven managed to put the phone to her ear. "Sorry. I have to go. Emergency. I'll see you soon. Bye."

The phone was snapped shut without a second thought. Raven bit down on his collarbone, shifting her hips. She thrashed against him, uncaring of the bruises she'd have the next morning. Her inner walls convulsed, her body tightening around him, until Slade found his own sweet release. With a roar, he came, balls-deep, in her, his hot cum spurting all over her trembling walls.

He buried his face into her neck. After his orgasm subdued, Slade pulled away from her. "Well, little bird, I'm surprised your voice didn't fly."

"Stop it!" Raven jabbed a finger at his chest, her lips twitching dangerously and threatening to break into a smile. "You're awful."

Slade grinned, kissing her cheek. "Awfully attracted to you."

"I don't know what's worse, banging while on the phone or that line." She rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers so the room tidied up. Raven found her pants lying quite unceremoniously on the ground with her underwear nearby. Sighing as she shoved them on, Raven gave him the look. The Azar-the-English-language-lacks-the-prerequisite-words-in-order-for-me-to-articulate-how-pissed-I-am-at-you look.

Or it could be her aroused face. (They kind of looked the same. Similar results too, depending on the day—he would definitely get bruised either way.)

And then the glare was gone. Instead, it was replaced with something softer, quieter. He knew that look.

"You're the most difficult patient I've ever had to work with, you know." She began to pile her case files into her briefcase. Slade watched her with a smile playing on his lips. Slowly, he began to help her pack up.

"Good thing I'm also your favorite patient then."

She bumped him with her hip, lips still pursued, but the shadows in her eyes had disappeared. "You are."

They were so close right now. The heat, the fire, had burned out, faded into something else, something delicate and intimate that the boundaries they set had begun to fade away.

Suddenly, neither of them knew exactly what to say. The feelings that were bottled up in their chests seemed to constrict them. The air was so heavy; it was hard to breathe.

"This is just sex," Raven said gently, softly, as if she was trying to remind herself of that. That tired slump in her shoulders was back, her amethyst eyes pointedly avoiding his. He wanted to brush that stray lock of hair away from her face, close the distance and see if he could turn a no into a yes. He wanted to whisper in her ear that he would be more than happy to help her carry the weight. Wanted didn't necessarily mean do.

"Naturally." Slade looked away. His aged face looked so much older, so much more tired. The lines became a little more pronounced, the shadows of the evening covering half of his face. She resisted the urge to trace his jawline and cup his cheek, pull him close until she finally had to let go. She resisted the urge to ask him with a tentative quiet voice, if they could renegotiate terms to something… more substantial. The rosy cloaked emoticlone was heartlessly locked up next to Rage instead.

Raven gave him a small smile. "It still doesn't mean we can't be friends."

"Yes. Friends," he echoed. They did meet the definition of "friends," after all. She didn't punch him out whenever he did something god-awful somewhere far, far away from Jump City, and he didn't inject nanomachines into her body to make her stay. (That was how they figured that they were friends in the first place.) If someone years ago had told him that he would be friends with Raven, Slade would have laughed in their faces...or killed them on sight. It really would have been a flip of the coin. Now though… maybe he—they could…

(The thought was futile and useless. It would be punished by being forgotten.)

Raven pinched his cheek. "I'll… catch you later, okay? Call me."

"I most certainly will." As they were about to part, Slade couldn't help but call out to her, a final Hail Mary pass. "Raven." In that moment, he wanted to reach out for her, wanted to run his fingers through her hair and bury his face in her neck and whisper the things that she had inadvertently tattooed on his heart.

She paused in the doorway, turning around to look at him long and hard. Raven opened her mouth to say something. Something that she'd had a sneaking suspicion for a while. (That maybe this wasn't just sex. That maybe this wasn't about information or Trigon or satisfying that burning need. That maybe it was just about the two of them both maybe wanting the same thing.)

Instead, they both didn't say a word. They leave instead.

Raven could feel his eye boring holes into her back, and she wasn't strong enough to listen to that rosy-red emoticlone to turn around and tell him the truth and nothing but the truth.

Slade reluctantly watched her walk out of that office door, her hips moving smoothly from side to side, and he couldn't find the heart to call out to her and ask her to stay.

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(It seemed denial wasn't just a river in Egypt.)

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The problem with risks was that they came with no control. They may have been risk-takers, but there was a fine line between being bold and being a fucking idiot. They were at the line, but they wouldn't cross it. Not now. Not yet.

(Maybe not ever.)

The stakes were simply too high, so high that everything was spiraling out of their hands as they danced around each other to the point of almost no return. Control seemed to have simply run away from them.

Too bad they were masters at self-control. They, of all people, would be able to rein this in. Raven had tried to have everything under her control since she was born; Slade's metahuman abilities came from control itself—control over his body, his mind, his heart.

But sometimes, Raven's control would slip. Sometimes, when she trooped back to her dark, empty apartment, she would think that it wouldn't be so bad to have a certain one-eyed someone welcome her home. (And if they started meeting up for things other than sex, she certainly wasn't complaining—though some part of heart hurt at the thought.)

But sometimes, even Slade couldn't control himself. Sometimes, when he swallowed his pride and admitted to himself half the things he should, he would think it wouldn't be the end of the world if the past was past and he tried again. (And deep down, some very human part of him knew exactly what this was—and what it this was going to lead to.)

For her, it was better to feel nothing than to admit that she felt anything at all. She couldn't betray everything she had come to care for on earth for him. She couldn't.

For him, he knew that they weren't on the same page. At least not yet.

It was a shot in the dark. (Good thing he was a good marksman.)

The last relationship he had been in cost him his eye. (Good thing he had another to spare.)

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For him, the risk was there, but the reward was worth it.

Poor rosy-red emoticlone. It's that one friend no one really likes...at least not yet. Lust probably loves her for obvious reasons.

I think it's appropriate that Raven, who can feel other people's emotions doesn't want to feel her own. She should be the Queen of the Nile. Pft. I'm so punny. XD

Anyway, yo bro! Thanks for reading!

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