Title: Fifty Shades of Slade
Chapter Title: Schemes
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. Guess who's alive? :D Finally winter break and time to write! I thought I could do stuff over Thanksgiving, but then midterms came up and the rest is history. It's winter break, so expect updates. I promise the apprentice part is coming up.
Sorry. This is more plotty than porny. Alas, my porn without plot ended up having, well, plot. Oops. Forgive me?
Shout out to the anonymous reviewer who keeps telling me to update. You make me feel the need to get my shit together. Thanks. You're the best, anon. Thank you.
As always, suggestions are welcome! :D
Warnings:Public groping, public blowjobs, and denial
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Something was up. Something was definitely up.
It started last month when Slade began calling her much more often than usual. (And for once, it wasn't anything about information on supervillains or sex.)
Meetings sometimes turned into actual meetings. You know, the kind where two people kept their clothes on and their hands to themselves. The kind with talking and heart to hearts. And sometimes coffee. And occasional late night trips to her apartment that involved food because according him, she wasn't the healthiest person in the world. And he may or may not have had her over at his actual home instead of just another base.
This shouldn't have been weird. It was what friends did, and they were friends. Hell, they were good friends, if she was being honest. The best kind. The kind of friend that she needed when she had to get away from all the responsibilities and burdens of her jobs.
He wasn't being creepy. Or a stalker. (Robin—no Nightwing—would be crying bullshit if she had told him that.) Slade was respectful of her boundaries, gave her his space, but also knew when to push. He was nice, courteous, understanding, infuriatingly charming…
If it had anybody else, she would have thought nothing of it.
It was just that it was Slade.
There was just something different about hanging out with him than, you know, Beast Boy or Cyborg. Maybe it was because they used to be enemies. Maybe it was because it was Slade to begin with. The man knew how to press every single one of her buttons and then some (and had access to ones that she didn't even know existed).
It wasn't that she didn't like his company. Common consensus for her various emotions all agreed to varying degrees that, yes, like it or not, Raven did indeed enjoy spending time with him.
It wasn't because it was moving beyond the designated contract. They had modified accordingly before without any issues. It was just now it seemed like whatever was going wasn't going to be able to be confined to words on a page. Not this time.
She didn't know what Slade was plotting, but he was definitely up to something. With Slade, he always had some ulterior motive. Always.
Yes, they had come a long way from enemies-with-benefits-and-hate-sex to friends-with-benefits. But that still didn't change who they were. The line was still drawn in the sand between good and evil, and they both happened to be precariously walking on that line together.
The entire situation was…odd. This certainly wasn't another apprentice 3.0 attempt. ("Please," he had scoffed when she asked. "If I were trying to recruit you, you'd be a partner.") It wasn't like his old Take-Over-Jump-City plots, the kind that were campier than some stupid 90s cartoon kid show but as deadly as the Joker's. (Slade promised her that he was done with those plans ages ago, and Raven trusted his word.)
It was almost as if the entire plot was just a very determined but convoluted attempt to take up some of her time.
While that idea was flattering, it was also highly unlikely. Slade probably had better things to do with his time than try to steal hers. Besides, he didn't need to steal something that she would have given freely.
(Didn't Slade know that he could have all the time he wanted?)
And so his schemes remained a mystery.
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(But that didn't mean she didn't have a few of her own.)
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"Fancy meeting you here," Slade said with a hint of a smile as he leaned in close. There were worse ways to meet him, Raven supposed. On a high speed chase… blackmail… extortion… murder… A charity ball was probably the least of all evils. (And the man did look good in a suit.) His hair tickled her forehead as there was a quiet lull in the music before they were off once again on the dance floor. "I thought I wasn't going to see you until dinner."
"Oh, you know me." She grinned as he spun her around. Raven's body pressed up against his, her hand trailing down his cheek. "I'm everywhere I'm not supposed to be."
"Mmm." Slade's hands held her waist, and she obligingly leaned back. Her back arched as his fingers traced a clean line from just under her breast to her hip. As she brought herself back up, Slade sensuously ran his hand down her spine before they were continued this passionate tango, bodies moving in time to the music. They were so close, each twist and turn pushing them closer and closer. She heard his breath hitch when her foot slid up his leg; he, in turn, heard her gasp when he caressed that sensitive spot on her back.
"You look positively delicious, little bird," he whispered as he twirled her around, pressing her back against his chest. They moved their hips in a fluid motion, their hands interlacing with each other. His breath grazed her neck, gently tickling her skin.
Raven smirked. "You don't look half so bad yourself."
He chuckled, nuzzling her cheek. Slade spun her around so they were once again face to face. They began to move across the dance floor, their bodies inextricably connected—two halves of the same whole dancing around each other trying to be complete. As the song came to a close, Raven hooked her leg around his waist, and Slade tugged her arm just a little so that they closed the distance between them.
Their lips were so close. Nearly touching. A little bit more and they would kiss.
Slade leaned in, but his lips met air as she pulled away. He tried to move in closer, but she placed a finger on his lip.
"Later," she whispered in his ear. Her cheeks were flushed from the dance, her eyes glittering with desire. (But underneath the confidence was someone who was at a loss for what to do.) "Good things come to those who wait." With that, Raven pulled away with a coquettish grin that promised a later.
"As you wish." Fighting back a biting feeling of disappointment, Slade graciously offered his arm. "Shall we return to our seats then?"
"I believe that would be the best course of action." Raven nodded. She accepted his proffered arm as they began to move through the crowd. Even under the dim lighting, she was by far the most radiant woman he has ever seen. "I've already gotten your, ah, early Christmas present before the party."
"Have you really?" Raven winked, revealing a sparkling diamond on the underside of her bracelet. He fought back a smirk. Penguin was going to be livid by the time he found out. His client would be most pleased once he returned it to the diamond's rightful owners. "Excellent work."
"Wasn't hard. I was in the area anyway. Penguin and a couple of Titan villains decided to team up over the holidays."
"You shut them down, I suppose?" Slade asked as he pulled out her seat before settling in his own. They were far from the hubbub and thankfully, the farthest away from the stage in a darkened corner of the room.
"Yup," she said, popping the p. "All in a day's work. And in the ensuing chaos, no one needed to know that this went missing." Raven dangled the diamond teasingly in front of him. "Robin's probably having a field day trying to track this baby down."
Slade could imagine that. He caught that mischievous glint in her eyes and grinned. "You're a wicked, wicked woman."
"Oh, I know." She flashed him a smile. Raven let her hand slide down his chest before dipping lower to map the contours by his waist. "And, what about my Christmas present you promised me? Coming in time?" She did need that info about the Light before the next coming of the apocalypse, after all. Slade knew that. She knew that.
But that could wait. He'd get it to her. Eventually. (If he weren't so selfish, Slade would just hand over the flash drive without the fuss, but he just wanted her company for a little while longer.)
"Not so fast, little bird." Slade cupped her chin in his hand. "You need to earn it." There was a lower, throatier timber to his voice, and damn, he looked so good. "After all, only good girls get presents, and we both know that you haven't been a good girl this year."
"I have a feeling I'm about to get even naughtier." She smirked at the way his poker face just slipped, if only for a moment. Raven leaned forward, her fingers reaching out to twirl his beard teasingly. Slade's blue eye darkened, and he let out a very low purr. "What do you want from me, Slade?"
It was his turn to look smug. "You tell me."
"I don't know." Raven shrugged. She pressed her body up to his, nuzzling his cheek. "Money? Power?" A pregnant pause. "That apprentice fantasy you keep going on about?" she whispered huskily.
He groaned at that thought. "Tempting, but no." Slade's hands ran down her arms. They stopped just at her waist, rubbing small circles into her skin. "I was thinking that we could—"
"There you are!" Wintergreen's voice cut through the din like a knife. Much to Slade's disconcertion, Raven immediately backed away from his touch. "What are you doing now?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Will?" Slade asked incredulously.
"I don't know," he shot back, brow wrinkled with concern. Or anger. It was getting harder and harder to tell. "You're always planning something and never telling me. What are you trying to do now? Find another apprentice with some convoluted plot that will end horribly?—"
"No. We've been over that several times. Slade's finally done with apprentices," Raven said dryly. "Thank Azar. I didn't think he would ever get over Robin."
"—Make another deal with the devil? —"
"It would be a half-demon to be more politically correct," Slade added. "Or you could just call her by her name."
"—Why not revive the dead while you're at it?"
Raven mulled over that quite seriously for some time. "Well, cost-to-benefit ratio would depend on the hypothetical deal he makes with me." Slade glared at her. She playfully nudged him with her shoulder. "If you stay on my good side, well, you never know."
Slade smirked. "Remind me to add you to Santa's nice list then."
"I think you're going to have to do more than just that…" she laughed, her hand reaching up to straighten his tie. "We'll talk about that later."
Wintergreen watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow. "And this is?"
Raven gave Will a dazzling smile and her hand. "Dr. Rachel Roth, a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise." Wintergreen offered her an uncertain smile. "William Wintergreen, at your service."
"I know." Raven's smile never wavered. "Stephen here told me all about you."
Wintergreen looked like he didn't know whether to strangle Slade or to facepalm. "Really."
"Mmhmm." She elbowed Slade in the ribs. "All your adventures on African safaris, making your way through uncharted jungles… He even told me that you once saved him from drowning."
Wintergreen's glare was enough to level mountains. "Did he?" he asked, voice tight. He glared at Slade. You bastard.
Slade just grinned. Breath mints, Wintergreen. Use them.
Becoming more irritable by the second, Wintergreen continued, "I'm sure he exaggerated, Dr. Roth. Stephen here has a tendency to do that. Don't believe anything he says."
Raven stifled a laugh. "I see." As she turned to greet the rest of the table, Wintergreen and Slade glared at each other in a silent showdown. Years of serving together and working together made no words necessary. Eye and hand motions were better than telepathy at this point.
What the hell are you doing, Will? Slade's eye narrowed irritably. You're supposed to be my wingman, Will! Not a cockblock!
Wintergreen rolled his eyes. And I thought you were supposed to be able to keep it in your pants! He jabbed his finger pointedly at Slade. You need to stop playing the goddamn game.
I'm not playing the game! Slade's brow furrowed. I'm playing for keeps.
Wintergreen tilted his head. Bullshit.
Why else would I be here if I weren't? Slade held up an incredulous hand. I hate charity balls!
Touché. Wintergreen grudgingly acknowledged. Just…don't do anything stupid. I don't need you dying again.
Noted. Slade punched him in the arm. Don't get too crazy tonight, Will. I don't need to save you from some paramour.
Noted. Wintergreen then immediately turned to the lady next to him and turned up the charm.
Chuckling quietly, Slade turned his attention back to Raven, who looked at the two of them with some amusement. "Sort out your differences yet?"
"Of course." Slade nuzzled up to her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her skin. "You know how charming I can be."
"I do." Raven's lips curled into a predatory smile. Slade's breath hitched as her fingers dragged themselves up his leg. He forced himself to try to pay attention to whatever bullshit she began to feed the rest of the table, but it was kind of hard when her fingers started inching up his thigh toward the buckle of his belt.
"Stephen?" Raven looked at him with concern. "Is everything all right?"
"Just… peachy." He forced himself to smile as he reached down to pull her hand to his belt. "Although, I'm sure tonight could always go faster."
"Good thing you're very lucky." His buckle was undone within a heartbeat at the go ahead. His pants and boxers were already a thing of the past around his cock. Slade had never been more thankful for dark tablecloths and dim lighting until this moment.
"Lucky to have you," he murmured in her ear.
"Please," she scoffed, her fingers skating over his skin. Raven delighted in the way his hips canted forward as she reached down to grip his cock lightly, giving it a couple of tentative strokes. "Who knew you were such a romantic?"
"I could have told you that," Wintergreen commented. Slade gave him his best deathglare, but that had stopped working years ago. It was like trying to shoot bullets at Superman; it just bounced right off.
Raven laughed. "I think we should definitely talk more. Give me the lowdown on our favorite Wilson..."
Slade didn't hear the rest as her fingers worked their magic. He rolled his hips underneath the table, stifling a groan. This woman was so un-fucking-believable. The way her fingers knew just the right spots to stroke. The way she could just make him lose all of his control with just the lightest touch. His cock moved sensually against her palm, his fingers gripping the seat for dear life.
Slade buried his face in her collarbone, praying that Wintergreen didn't notice the way his hips were bucking frantically against her hand.
And then, just like that, she was gone. Or at least her hand was.
"Sorry," she said apologetically. (And she did sound it.) Holding up a ringing cellphone, Raven gave him a sheepish grin. "I have to take a call. It shouldn't be long." Taking a look at her handiwork, she had to admit that she was quite pleased with the result. He had come to her a blank canvas, and now, he was art, unfinished perhaps, but art nonetheless. His cheeks were flushed crimson. His face was covered in sheen of sweat that she inspired. And eventually, by the end of the evening, she would leave her mark.
"You better wait for me to come," she whispered in his ear. Without any further explanation, Raven just left him there, with his throbbing dick painfully hard and an insatiable need to just cum—anything else be damned.
Fuck.
"You do know, if your mouth was any wider, you'd be able to catch a couple of flies with it," Wintergreen noted dryly.
Fuming silently, Slade just pulled himself even closer to the table in response.
Between the anticipation and the irritation, he was barely hanging on. Slade loathed the way that she made him feel this unbearable, desperate need.
It was so sad, how in the midst of life and laughter, that one could feel so utterly desperate and alone. Wintergreen was ever the ladies' man and entertaining a very attractive woman from Gotham. He, on the other hand, was being entertained by his phone and sending text after text to his infuriating little bird.
His messages ranged from Where the hell are you? to flat out begging to resorting to emoticons.
She still hadn't responded.
That infuriating, little… Lord. This woman was going to be the death of him.
He was half-way to giving up and running away to the bathroom in order to finishing the job himself when she finally texted him back. Slade's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline at the text he just received from Raven.
Look under the table.
As the speakers began to present in the front of the room, Slade took advantage of the distraction to discretely lift the tablecloth. His eye widened as he saw Raven on her hands and knees underneath the table. That ravishing dress of hers highlighted every curve in all the right ways, its deep v showing off her cleavage with her teasing fuck-me grin.
Dear lord, coming here had suddenly been worth every penny.
"How?" he mouthed.
"Magic." Raven smirked. "Now, let's finish what we started, shall we?"
His breath got caught in his throat as he felt her ghost over his erect cock. The anticipation was causing his mind to go blank. She ran her mouth along the line of his cock, feeling it throb beneath her touch. Raven drew her tongue slowly up the underside, stroking him a couple of times with her hand to make his face crumple in pleasure. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she pressed it flat to the bottom of her mouth as she took him inch by inch.
The pressure against the underside of his cock made him tremble. Raven took his entire length in her mouth, gripped his thighs in preparation for the coming attraction.
Seizing fistfuls of her hair, he pulled out of her entirely before shoved himself back past her full lips, groaning at the return of the heat and pressure of her mouth, fucking her throat as she ignored the aching in her jaw. Slade buried himself in her throat, her lips wrapping around his cock.
Control slipped from his grasp as he gave into the desperate need. Frantically bucking his hips, Slade felt his vision growing white and his skin heat up as he melted under her touch, the warmth of her lips and tongue, until finally he came messily, frenziedly amidst the roar of applause as the speech finally finished.
As the next speaker stepped up to the podium, the crowd roared with approval. During that window of time, Raven hummed appreciatively at the taste of him, licking his cock clean. She made a show of slurping, sucking it clean, so he could clearly hear what she was doing, and his groan was quite palpable.
Slade felt her nimble fingers clean up the mess and zip his pants back up. Glancing down at the table, he saw that she had already vanished. Seconds later, she had silently reentered the hall and settled herself next to him with a cocky smirk and no one ever the wiser. (He had a distinct feeling that magic played a part in that.)
"Enjoy yourself?" she teased, reaching down to thread her fingers with his.
"You did that on purpose," Slade laughed. "Tease."
"Takes one to know one, doesn't it?" Raven wiggled the flash drive containing the info on the light in her hands. Slade gaped at her, patting his pockets futilely and finding nothing. "What?" She poked him in the stomach. "I've picked up a few things from you."
"Pickpocketing?" Slade scoffed. He burrowed his nose in her hair, his fingers playing with a few loose strands of her hair. "Very hero-like."
"And gaping at me like a fish?" Raven said playfully. "Very villain-like."
"I try."
Shaking her head, Raven settled herself on his lap. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. "I have a feeling that you might do it more later tonight."
"Why is that?"
"Three words—orange and black."
"You're not wearing…" His eye fell upon the hint of black lace peeking out from her dress. "Oh."
"And?"
"There's always room for dessert." His husky voice took on a softer, deadlier tone. Raven didn't miss the way his gaze darkened and his eyes slipped a little further down toward the neckline of her dress.
Taking his hand in hers, Raven led Slade from the hall so they could continue their tango in a more... private setting.
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That night was one of the few nights that they used a bed for what it was actually for. No sneaking off to download the information from the Light for her. No running off to complete another contract for him.
The rest of the world could wait for few hours.
Tonight, it was just the two of them with nothing in between. No work. No sides. Just them and simple request to not be alone anymore.
Raven had fallen asleep, sated, a long time ago. She nuzzled up against the crook of his neck, her fingers just brushing against his chest. Her legs were tangled with his, and Slade reveled in her warmth. Raven murmured something unintelligible in her sleep, brow furrowing. He held her even closer, absently stroking her cheek until her breathing steadied and she relaxed in his arms.
She had asked earlier what he was scheming these days. Raven had thought that it was something elaborate, something positively diabolical that would leave Robin in a tizzy and her with a lot of paperwork. He had laughed, joking that he'd do just that, if that was what she wished.
The truth is that his scheme is simple, straightforward.
You'd have to be blind not to see it. (For all her abilities to sense other people's emotions, it was quite ironic to see how out of tune she was with her own.)
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. Slade ran a tired hand through her hair; still sleeping, Raven instinctively snuggled closer. "I love you."
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(If everything went according to his schemes, perhaps one day she'd say those words back.)
Alas, Raven, oh Raven, good thing you're not a psychologist. Yes, yes, Raven definitely is good at denial...and schemes to get back at Slade or at least mess with his head, and Slade is trying to subtly get closer without making her do what she's been doing her entire life and pushing whatever emotions she has for him away. It's slow going. It's like trying to befriend a baby deer-Get too close too fast and it runs, approach too slow and it's long gone.
I love Wintergreen. My take of him is a sassy guy who takes none of Slade's shit but is still his BFF. As per his comic self, Wintergreen is the ladies' man. Also, the incident with the "drowning" was bascially Slade being a troll, pretending to be dead so Wintergreen would revive him and... Actually, here go read it yourself through this link: image/113833175592 which hopefully works.
Anyway, yo bro! Thanks for reading! Have fun with the interlude that I included as bonus for shits and giggles.
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