Disclaimer: cries softly and shakes my head
Pairing: Robin/Red X
Background: Finally! This is a drabble taking off where "For Better and for Worse" ended… the real story, that is, not the dark alternative ending from these drabbles. You might want to brush up a bit on the last paragraphs of that story…
Warning: No slash!... -grins- Kiddin'! Slash! Sorry… fluff-warning!

There is a picture that goes with this. You can find it in my Deviant art account (click on my bio and then on homepage.) The name of the pic is " A Good Morning…" It's quite innocent, but other things in my gallery are a bit more… mature… so you have been warned…

Thank you to Jordan who kicked my butt into finally getting this done!

Waking Up

"Wake up, sugar-cake, the movie is over…" someone whispered in his ear. Snickers followed and another voice added.

"Yes, Robby-baby, wakey-wakey…"

"Hey! Get you own boyfriend, tin man!"

Robin opened his eyes, smiling at Red who was frowning at Cyborg. Cy and BB in turn were just laughing. After the first shock the male part of Robin's team had a blast, mocking their leader for Red's ability to call him, what Red considered, adorable things. Robin didn't mind at all. He would rather be laughed at in a friendly manner than detested as he had feared he would be as he first started dating Red. After their time with Slade, though, it had become clear to Robin that nothing should ever be allowed to keep them apart. Red deserved better than to be hidden away.

The escape had been three weeks ago. Slade was still out there somewhere but hadn't shown himself since that night. Robin hoped it hurt like hell to fall down a building.

"Oh, Cyborg already has a boy-friend!" Starfire revealed cheerfully. "Beast Boy is his friend! And a boy!" The two teens spluttered and went beet-red before starting to wave their arms in the air and try to explain.

"Star…" Robin grinned at her and the grin got even wider as the redheaded alien winked at him. As he suspected. Star was joking.

Robin looked over at the last member of his team. Raven watched the scene with a small smile on her face, which, for Raven, was the same as laughing her head off.

Red had, a bit reluctantly, agreed to stay in Titans Tower for a while. Slade had seen his face, and Robin knew that if the mercenary wanted revenge, he would stop at nothing to track Red down. Staying in the Tower had its own dangers, though. The team had no idea that their latest guest was in fact Red X, and the boys desperately wanted to keep it that way. With a nose like Beast Boy's and a mind like Raven's it was going to be difficult, though, and the pair had stayed pretty much by themselves… they had a good excuse, healing from their injuries, both psychological and physical, so the team had left them alone. Tonight BB had dragged them to movie-night however, but Robin had found Red's shoulder more alluring than the movie and had promptly fallen asleep in the middle.

Robin mused about their situation when felt a tug on his arm.

"C'mon, dumpling, let's get to bed… important day tomorrow!" Red announced to the world.

Robin had pretty much given up on blushing by now. Or the blush had given up on him, thinking it was too much damn work to be plastered on that face all the time. Anyway, Robin just frowned slightly at Red.

"What do you mean? Important day?"

"The cast is coming off, baby… and you know what that means!"

Now the blush decided to revisit the old neighborhood. Robin did know what that meant… They had agreed (although Red grudgingly) that any strenuous activities, especially in bed, simply had to wait until Red's broken arm was fully healed. Not that there hadn't been kissing… and groping… and more kissing… but Robin had been stern. Red's arm could be damaged permanently if the fracture was to come apart again.

"Please, what does that mean?" Starfire wanted to know.

"It means his arm has healed. " Robin tried to explain the situation away.

"Nah, man, you wouldn't be blushing like that if that was all, right?" Cy grinned.

Red grinned back, looking pleased.

"Spot on, Scrapheap. By this time tomorrow I will finally-mmmpff!"

Robin had slapped a hand over Red's mouth in pure self defense.

"Excuse me while I escort my boy friend, possibly ex-boyfriend I might add, out of here…" he proceeded to drag X out, still with his hand firmly clamped over the taller teen's mouth.

Robin didn't release his grip until they had reached his bedroom and he had slammed the door shut behind him.

"You were not just about to say what I think you were…?!" he exploded.

"What? I was only going to tell Cy that I would finally be able to beat him in that stupid monkey-game! The cast is getting in the way…" he looked confused. "What did you thi… wait… nooo… you didn't think…?!"

Robin's face was still flushed, but for a slightly different reason now. He refused to leave the 'miffed'-track he was on just yet, though…

"What was I supposed to think!? You have no connection between you brain and your mouth, you can just say anything!"

Red, for once, decided to be the adult and took a deep breath.

"I would never do that, Richard. Never. I love you. Sure I love to make you blush but, it's not like I would blurt just anything out to your friends… yet…" he grinned. "Besides, they already think we are having sex, so…"

"They. Do. Not…. do they?" Robin looked slightly pale now, as a change.

"Well, cuddles, we do sleep in the same bed and you are all over me during the day, so…"

"I am not!" an indignant Robin exclaimed. "… much…" the more honest side of him added. He then burst out laughing. "I…I'm sorry, I just… sorry…"

"Oh, I will forgive you. This time" Red grinned and kissed him. "Now… about tomorrow. My place at five?"

Robin hesitated.

"Do you think it's safe?"

"Come on, kid! We went through the place from floor to ceiling and then you put up security worthy of Fort-fucking-Knox! Slade hasn't been anywhere near it! He's probably cooped up somewhere popping aspirin like crazy…"

Robin smirked.

"Hope he chokes on them."

Red smirked wider.

"Hope he has to take the suppository kind."

"Hope they are big."

They laughed, or actually more like snickered, but Robin would never confess to being that petty.

"All right. Your place then. But why not here?" Robin asked.

"Do you think you could relax with the freaks-are-us-show outside the door…?"

"Hey! They are my friends!"

"All right, if you insist I can just take you on the kitchen counter at breakfast…" Red smirked. "I aint much embarrassed about anythin'…" he drawled in a fake accent.

Robin laughed again.

"Don't I know it."

"So I can?"

"No. Your place."

"I'll meet you there…"

"What? What are you going to do?"

"Well, first I'm heading to the clinic to get this off…" he motioned to his cast "and then I want to pick up a few things…"

"What… what things…?" Robin asked nervously, not sure if he wanted to know.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, honey…" Red grinned. "It's nothing dangerous… if used right…"

Robin swallowed but decided he could trust his boyfriend… weeelll… to a limit, anyway.

The next day went both too quickly and too slow for the young Titan. He was more than a little nervous when he opened the door to Red's apartment. He heard some rustling from the kitchen and called out.

"Red?"

The older teen appeared at the door, smiling. "You are supposed to say 'Honey I'm home!'" he rebuked him. "Well, well… take a seat, I'll be out in a minute."

Robin looked around the small apartment. Only one room and a small kitchen, but when he had first seen it he had been surprised at how neat it was. Sure it hadn't been cleaned in the weeks they had been gone, and the boys had had a nasty chock when they opened the fridge, but as Red said 'it's a good thing I don't have any pets…'. The building itself was a bit run down, but Red had fixed his own rooms up nicely. He had missed the rent, though, and it took some talking to the landlord, including stories of accidents and comas, so he wouldn't throw the young man out. Robin had offered, close to insisted, on paying the missed rent and the penalty fee, but Red had refused. He had his own assets… all right, maybe not legally gained, but it was his now. Robin had shrugged, saying that he definitely remembered that Red had suggested that he would like to be a kept boy, and Red had had to kiss him quiet.

Robin sat down in the sofa, or rather bed doubling as a sofa, with the help of more pillows than could be legal. Robin decided Red had watched "queer eye" just a bit much. But the teen had better taste then he could have hoped for, and now, with the apartment clean, it was even brighter and cozier then ever. Robin knew that most of the stuff in it was probably stolen or bought with stolen money, but he had decided to ignore that for the time being. He was in a happy little bubble where reality had no place just yet. He knew that they had to talk about it sooner or later, though. Preferably before Red decided to get back to work.

His thoughts were interrupted by some cursing from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" he called.

"Nothing!" came a rather frantic reply. "Just can't get the damn thing up!"

"What?!" Robin wondered if it would be a good idea to run.

"Maybe if I use a knife…" Red pondered in the kitchen.

Robin flew out of his seat and into the small cooking space.

"What are you…?! … oh."

Red stood by the counter and was holding a can of spaghetti sauce. He was prying at the metal ring that would open the thing up. Red chased him out of the kitchen sneering about 'nosey kids' and Robin sank grinning back onto the couch/bed listening to the meal being prepared.

Again Red surprised him. Sure he had bought sauce in a can, but he had added a lot of fresh ingredients and the meal was simply delicious. Definitely "Queer eye", Robin thought. He wondered if he could buy the show on DVD for Red… They ate at a small table by the windows, and Red had not stopped at good food and a clean apartment. The table was beautifully set, and the only light came from candles lit around the room and on the table. The logical part of Robin's mind warned the other about the fire hazard before being brutally kicked down and left for dead.

Robin wasn't sure then they had moved to the bed, but as Red was currently feeding him seedless grapes he couldn't care less. Especially the way he was feeding him, popping the grapes in his own mouth and holding them between his teeth for Robin to nibble on. Robin felt his shirt being unbuttoned and tensed a little. This was it. It was finally going to happen. He had longed for this just as much as Red, he was just better at restraint, but faced with, eh-he, bare facts he was still apprehensive. Slade had scared him badly and he was still waking up from nightmares of what could have happened. Red had felt his love tense and he slowly stretched out beside him and kissed him softly.

"I love you…" he whispered.

"I love you too…" Robin smiled weakly "I'm… just a bit…"

"That's okay…" Red soothed him. "Listen, I want you so much, and I don't care how… do you want to top?"

Robin blinked. He hadn't really thought about it. He was the inexperienced one and Red had always been the aggressor, so he had expected…

"You would do that for me…?"

Red laughed warmly and nibbled on Robin's neck.

"Hey, do I come across as this boring 'I gotta top all the time'-kind of guy? I guess I just thought that if you were nervous you could top the first time so you got to see how good bottoming can be…"

Robin smiled. He loved this guy, he loved him, he trusted him, and he really, really wanted to…

"I want to be yours." he whispered. "Just… take it slow, 'kay…?"

"You sure?"

"Yes. Now shut up, thief, and fuck me…" Robin grinned.

"I love it when you talk dirty…" Red grinned back.

As Robin busied himself by removing Red's shirt he felt Red unzipping his pants agonizingly slow. Since Robin felt quite crowded in there as it was, he bucked his hip slightly.

"Get on with it…"

"You said take it slow…"

"And this is the time you chose to listen to me?"

"…'kay then…"

Robin's pants were suddenly on the floor, followed quickly by his boxers and his shirt. These were soon joined by Red's clothes as well.

"Quick enough for ya'?" Red grinned down on a slightly surprised Robin. The boy under him grinned back.

"With practice it will be…"

"We better practice a lot, then…"

"M-hmm..."

Red's lips trailed down Robin's body like living fire, making the boy gasp and squirm. As Robin felt Red's tongue on the tip of his member he quickly pulled away, though.

"If… If you do that… I'll… I'll cum…" he admitted.

"Then do…" Red smirked and pulled Robin's hips towards him again. "We have all night… and tomorrow... and the rest of the week... hell, with all kinds of deliveries in this city we will never have to leave this bed again!"

Robin laughed, that sounded nice… His laugh caught in his throat, though, and turned into a moan as Red's mouth returned to its former place. Robin clawed at the sheets, trying hard to think about other things and not come quite so fast.

"S-stop!"

"Why? What's wrong?" Red sounded worried, and stopped instantly.

"N-nothing… I just… I want to taste you too..." Robin pleaded.

"Later, love…" Red grinned, happy he hadn't released any Slade-memories.

"Noooo… " Robin grinned. "Now!" He twisted and turned and Red suddenly found himself in a perfect 69-position.

"I like the way you think…" he smirked and gasped as Robin didn't waste any time to get that "taste".

Robin found that it was really hard (no pun intended) to concentrate on his set task when Red was doing the same thing to him. Stupid position… must be for people with iron wills… he thought. It soon became a friendly competition about who could hold out the longest. Robin fought as heroically as ever but finally had to admit defeat. He panted hard as Red turned and kissed his way up to Robin's face again.

"…Hey… I … hadn't… finished… you…." Robin complained.

"It was soooo close…" Red mumbled. "But… I want you…"

"Mmm…"

Red reached for the small nightstand/coffee table, and, to Robins surprise his hand came back holding a… thermos…?

"And what the hell…?" Robin wanted to know. "I know I may have moaned a few things I don't remember, but then did I ask for coffee?"

Red giggled, opened the thermos and pulled on a thin piece of sting that was hanging down its side. He pulled the string up, and attached to the end was a small bottle.

Robin's eyes grew a bit bigger.

"Could you please explain…?" He asked, and looked up at Red with those wide eyes.

Red just smiled and uncorked the bottle. He let a few drops of the fluid hit Robin's chest. The boy hissed.

"Too hot?" Red asked, sounded worried again.

"Nooo…" Robin admitted… he had just not expected the fluid to be warm, even if it did come from a thermos.

Red's fingers dipped into the drops and started drawing designs on Robin's chest with the clear liquid.

"What…?" Robin started.

"Oh, you really need to know everything, don't you?" Red sighed with a smile. "It's oil… natural and completely environmental friendly… won't hurt little birds… I kept it in the thermos to keep it nice and warm…"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

They glanced at each other and burst out laughing. Robin poured some of the oil into his own hands and started to slip them down Red's body as well. Reaching the teen's groin he felt that Red was still very much aroused, a fact confirmed as the boy almost winced at being touched. Red pulled Robin's hands away decisively and the younger boy had to settle for twining them around Red's neck instead. Red reached Robin's member now and stroked it gently. The boy was already half hard again. He grabbed the bottle and let a thin stream of oil run down on Robin's stomach, collecting in and around his navel.

"Hey… handy storage…" Red grinned contently and coated his fingers well. As Robin felt Red's hand trailing down the inside of his thigh he parted his legs slightly and lifted his knees up, making it easier for Red to reach. As Robin felt a finger enter him he gasped. He was not new to this feeling, but having someone else's fingers inside him was so much better.

"You okay…?" Red wanted to know.

"Mmm… more!"

"..Sure..?"

"Stop asking dumb questions!" Robin blurted out and was rewarded with another finger. "Oh…!"

Red could feel Robin clenching around his fingers and it was all the boy could do to keep from just pouncing on the kid.

"I… I'm ready…" Robin looked up at his boyfriend. "And… and I if you ask I'm… sure… I'm going to head butt you…"

Red quickly closed his mouth. Instead he leaned over the coffee-table again, reaching for a packet of condoms.

"We need those?" Robin asked.

"I have had partners before…" Red said, suddenly wishing that had been over this before "I have always been careful and have never gotten anything, and I did all the tests when they recast my arm and I'm healthy, but I didn't want to…" he blurted out.

"Afraid you'll knock me up and have to marry me?" Robin grinned. "We are both healthy, okay, and I love you for thinking of protection but we don't really need it, do we? Unless you are planning on sleeping around?"

"I'm so not!"

"And I need you right NOW… you couldn't even open a can of spaghetti sauce, so how to you propose to open that wrapper?"

"You know that if you were a girl, you would be really stupid, right?" Red smirked, but tossed the condoms over his shoulder with a shrug. "Well, then… were where we?"

"You forgot? And who are you calling stupid?" Robin glared, but couldn't hold back a grin.

Red leaned in over Robin. The younger boy placed his legs over his shoulders and Red pushed his fingers in once more, stretching him, until Robin started to frown and look like he wanted to say something again. Not particularly wanting to be ordered around, Red acted quickly, letting his fingers slip out and the head of his cock press slowly against Robin's opening. He waited for the muscle to relax and then pushed in, sinking into the hot, tight body under him. Robin moaned loudly again and Red felt the legs around his shoulder tighten and pull him in closer. He was more than willing to comply, and soon he rested fully inside his boyfriend.

"Are you-" he started.

"What did I say about dumb questions…!" Robin panted and looked up at him. Red smiled down, seeing he was more than okay as that glazed look only meant one thing.

"Yeah, but I would be a jerk if I didn't ask, right…?"

Robin just smiled up him.

"Yeah… but I'm ok… please!"

Red didn't need to be told twi… err… thrice… he started moving and Robin cried out as he felt Red touch that wonderful spot he could never quite reach with his fingers. Clenching and unclenching the ring of muscle around his opening discharged its own waves of pleasure and Robin pulled Red even tighter, urging him to move faster. The logical part of Robin's mind, that would never learn when to play dead, lifted it's bloodied head and argued that they probably disturbed the neighbors, before being shot at close range.

The boys, being young and eager, made love for hours. They switched positions frequently until, completely spent, they finally collapsed on the bed as if dead to the world.

Robin slowly became aware of the sun playing cruelly on his face. He was on his stomach with an arm, not belonging to him thankfully, thrown across his back. He cursed softly at the damn sunbeam and turned to nuzzle into Red's chest.

"Morning, snuggle-bug…" Red whispered. "Breakfast? Or… dessert?" As Robin only moaned Red chuckled. "What?! They both come with whipped cream!"

The End.

A/N: So… where is Slade? Is he planning revenge? I don't know! God, I can't keep track of my own plot-bunnies! IF I write a story were Slade turns up, it will be a chaptered, more or less independent story, but I have no plans so far. No such bunnies have yet to bite. If they should bit you, you are welcome to write it. Or throw them over my way… I have a LOT of other plans though… winks as someone But that is a surprise!

I will start work on a new chaptered story, but it will be a while before that is up, I think… might post some drabbles in the mean time…