WARNING!
These three short drabbles contains something horrible: über-fluff! Slade-Robin über-fluff! So if you are not in a fluffy mood, please skip!
The stories are unconnected (or could be connected… you'll decide) and are both set in the future-fic world. Complete OOC is intentional! Only the first fic relates to an other ("the Date" in this case...)
For you waiting for the next chapter of "The Peace Contract", it will be up tomorrow on my Birthday! It's because of the non-fluffiness of that story I needed to write this…
No need to review, this is only therapy… ;o)
WTF?
It had been a day since their 'romantic dinner'… or 'embarrassing meal of torture' as Robin liked to refer to it. He had of course forgiven Slade for both the 'fun' clothes and even for Rose, as the man agreed to tell their 'friends' that they regrettably had to leave the city again immediately, due to business. No more crazy women. If Robin ever wondered if h had made the right choice, gender wise, he was now sure. Women were nuts.
As he woke up in Slade's arms he remembered that not all things that night had been bad. He smiled up at his lover who was, of course, awake and probably had been for hours.
"Good morning, future husband of mine…" Robin grinned and got a grin back. The boy scooted up in a sitting position and sighed contentedly as he rested against the man's bare chest. Robin might not like being… well… short-ish, but he loved how well their bodies seemed to fit against each other, melding together.
"What was it like?" Robin suddenly asked. "Being married?" he suppressed the surge of jealousy that always hit him when he thought of Slade's ex-wife and children. He knew that they were all dead, and sympathized with the man's grief, but couldn't help to feel, in the nastiest, most egoistical corner of his soul, a little bit relived.
"What do you mean?" Slade asked, carefully, knowing that he was treading on very thin ground here. And people think I am possessive! he smirked to himself.
"Well… do you think it will be the same? As with her?" Robin asked, barely able to keep a bit of a sneer out of his voice at 'her'.
"No. Not at all. You don't get PMS." Slade dared to joke, trying to release the tension. It worked, as Robin chuckled. "With you all I have to put up with is OTB…" the man continued.
"And what's that?" the boy asked suspiciously.
"Obnoxious Teenage Behavior." Slade smirked, getting a fist in the ribs as a reply.
"Hey, it's not my fault you are a cradle-robber!" Robin half snorted, half laughed.
"Watch it, or I'll make you VWF…" Slade growled, attacking the young man's neck.
"And that means?"
"Very Well Fucked".
"Pffft…. I think you are a bit too old for that… you will have to prove i-" Robin's teasing was cut of by a man who suddenly
decided he had a lot to prove.
The End...
For a moment…
I'm watching you sleep. It's a rare occasion, me being awake and you asleep like this. So I will treasure it. You don't need much rest, but after what we did last night… well, I would frankly be quite upset if you weren't tired!
We ended the night in the shower, and your hair is slightly damp, even now, in the first hours of the morning. You still insist on using the all-in-one shampoo… well, at least it makes you smell good. Really good.
I love you.
I don't know how it started, actually… Maybe as far back as out first meetings… I just wanted to stand there with my mouth open, in complete awe of your fighting technique and skill. But off course I couldn't. You were a bad guy and I was a hero. So I had to fight you. And I did. But I did also admire you. Not like that, that came later, after you first… well… took me. Admiration turned into a need then. I wanted you.
I know sex and love isn't the same thing. You said so yourself the first time I told you I loved you (off my own free will, that is). You told me, because you didn't really want me to love you. You sure as hell didn't want to love me. I was to be an asset to you, a trophy. I was to fight for you, steal for you, kill for you… I wasn't suppose to really fall for you, and I was really not supposed to steal you heart. But I did. It's mine. All mine.
I know you see it in my eyes sometimes… then your eye narrows suspiciously and I usually just smile back. Then you frown and shake your head before you turn away. Yeah, you know. You know you're mine.
It's not like I wanted to love you either… I didn't want to forsake my friends, my family and my values. I didn't want to let them go, but I couldn't let you go. Never. Ever. Because I do love you. And you are mine.
I belong to you too, off course, and you are not so subtle making that claim as I am. You own me. Everything about me. You made me. And once you came to terms with the fact that you loved me… well, you show it even more.
I smile down on you now, trying hard not to touch you, because then you will wake up. You are a very light sleeper after all, and I just want to watch you… just for a little bit longer… and then I'll wake you up… in your favourite way….
The End
Playtime
Slade sat reading a report in his favourite comfy chair when Robin came up, sat down on the armrest and more or les slumped into his lap, nestling into his arms. Slade knew to appreciate these moments of cuddling. Usually, at least.
Robin was rather like a cat, Slade decided. A young male cat who came and went as he pleased. Extremely independent one moment and needy the next. Right now he seemed to want his belly scratched. Slade smirked as he realised that he was a lot like a cat as well… It was a strange relationship they had, the two male cats… the older, rough, scarred one and the young, carefree mischievous one…They always seemed to be fighting one moment and sleeping tangled up with each other the next. The young one always trying to coax the older male to play with him… and speaking of that…
"You are aware that I am busy?" Slade said gruffly, as he was not going to melt just like that. Repeat: not.
"You were busy…" Robin insisted, smirking up at him.
"No, I am."
"You look so cute when you're busy, though…" Robin half complained, making it Slade's fault he vas currently crushing the latest spy-report from inside Luthor Corp.
"I don't do cute." a defensive Slade told the boy, frowning.
"No… you're right… that's me. You do hot."
"Possibly." Slade couldn't help but to grin down on the boy now.
"What's so funny?" Robin smiled lazily back, something in his eyes telling Slade 'got you!'.
"I was just thinking about how much you resemble a cat…"
"I do? Not because I scratched you the other night, right?"
"No… but my back is still a bit sore…"
"It's not! It healed in an hour! Besides, I said I was sorry… I claim temporary insanity!"
"You would do better by claiming temporary orgasm…"
"…wasn't that temporary…" Robin chuckled.
"And you want more now, is that it?"
"Aww… you are so crude! I just want to be close to you…" Robin complained, actually pouting.
"Feeling cuddly?" Slade laughed.
"M-hmmm…" Robin agreed and started purring.
"And what are you doing now?"
"I'm being a cat…" the boy explained and started butting Slade's chest and face with his forehead, before sniffing and nibbling at the man's neck.
"I really don't have time-"
Robin hissed, digging his nails into Slade's shoulder.
"You'll make time…" he warned, playfully biting the man's earlobe.
"You are impossible…" Slade sighed.
"Most cat's are, you know..." Robin purred, sounding very happy with himself.
Finally giving up, Slade let the report fall to the floor. He just hoped the spy wasn't in mortal danger. Well. She would have to wait. He had to play with his kitten after all...
The End
A/N: So. Hope you are not too freaked. In that case I'm sorry, but I DID warn you. Über-fluff leaves dark fic's way behind when it comes to scary. Please try not to have nightmares tonight?