A/N: Happy New Year to me! Yes, this is a gift to myself. Since it's New Years Eve and I will have guests over any second, I knew there wasn't time to start the next chapter of the Peace Contract today… but, after the last drabble, I got this crazy idea for a crack-one… So I indulged myself… If you thought Robin was aggressive in the last one, wait until you read this… it's just that… well… you have to read it for yourselves…

The story is not related to any other, it's rather graphic slash and some bad language… especially in the beginning… But try to enjoy it anyway, will you?


Unexpected Gifts

Sometimes, Slade figured, he had the luck of the devil. Not only had he just managed to pull a very tricky theft off, now the leader of the Teen Titans lay unconscious at his feet, without him having to lift a finger. And the other little brats were nowhere to be seen. Slade grinned under the steel mask and closed in on his defenseless prey.

It had all been a complete coincidence. Slade had been targeting a high security building that used heat as a central alarm and defense system. Heat sensors, heat shields… to be clear he needed to cool the whole building down… and he had. As a side effect, the roof was now covered in a thin, practically invisible, film of ice… And enter: the Robin…

The teenager had not been called there by an alarm. The roof was simply on his way to wherever he was going. Maybe he had just been out to stretch his wings, as it were; he didn't seem to be in a great hurry. The boy clearly didn't expect to land on a patch of ice in the middle of July, though, and fell, hitting a fire escape on the way down. At the last second he managed to get his grappling hook out, but hit the wall hard, lost his grip and banged his head on the ground.

Slade watched it all with a disbelieving look on his face. What had he done to deserve this treat?

Robin stirred as his feet, and the white slits in his mask widened as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, man, my head …" the boy groaned and then noticed the man towering above him. They just looked at each other for a few seconds, before Robin spoke. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me up?" he extended a hand and it was grabbed automatically by a rather perplexed Slade.

On his feet at last, Robin swayed and grabbed a hold of the man in front of him.

"Uhh… sorry… woozy… what the hell happened? And… shit… who are you?"

"Slade. Do you know who you are?" the man asked, not a little taken a back not only by the boy's actions but also by his language… Robin seldom swore unless he was very angry… The boy must have hit his head HARD.

Robin looked up at him uncertainly.

"Sure, I… I'm… oh, fuck."

"Language, Robin!" Slade reprimanded the teenager.

"Oh, sh- uh… sorry. So, I'm Robin? Why you are wearing a mask?"

"Same reason as you." Slade answered truthfully, and the boy's hands flew to his face.

"Dam- wow… Okay. So… what are we doing here?"

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"I… I don't know… and my head hurts like he- a great deal. I need to lie down. Help me home?"

"We can go to my place, its closer." Slade offered, and at that moment he could have been hired as a grin-consultant for a shark.

"Sure. But you will have to carry me, or I swear I'll puke."

Slade was glad to oblige. He put a dark cloth over Robin's eyes before they started, claiming it would help the headache, and Robin agreed it did. More importantly, though, it meant that the boy didn't find out where Slade's base was, but it didn't seem to worry Robin in the least.

As they entered the dark rooms Robin lifted the cloth and Slade put him down on his feet. Swaying slightly, Robin looked around.

"I… have I been here before? I don't recognize it, but it kind of rings a bell…"

"You haven't been here, but you have visited a few of my other bases. I just moved here."

"Come on, Slade! Don't be so secretive! I can't remember a thing, and you are holding out on me? Why don't I live here too?"

"Excuse me?" Slade never spluttered, but he got very, very close this time.

"Yeah, aren't we… you know... a couple?"

Slade had a small mental nose-bleed at that moment, but pulled himself together with inhuman strength.

"What makes you think that?" he asked , and then quickly added "Is it something you remember?" so he wouldn't close any doors by being too honest.

"Well, maybe because when I woke up and saw you, I went 'I want that one'" Robin smirked, letting his eyes ravish the older man shamelessly. Then the boy suddenly paled and backed away. "Oh, god, don't tell me you are my father?!"

"No"

"Uncle?"

"No"

"Older brother?"

"No."

"No relations at all?"

"No."

"Then why aren't we shagging?" Robin sounded frustrated. "Are you straight? 'Cause I can fix that…" the boy leered confidently.

"We usually only meet because of our professions…" Slade said carefully.

"Shite, don't tell me I'm ugly!" Robin exclaimed and hurried towards a screen in which he could see his reflection. He turned around, examining himself carefully. "Nope. I'm hot." he concluded and turned towards Slade. "I mean, just look at this ass! Here! Feel! I must work out a lot!" Slade suddenly found his hand grabbed and zoned out for a moment, until Robin turned around again. "So, since it's not me, are you ugly? Is that why you haven't taken off that weird mask? I mean, you have the body of a god, but maybe your face looks like road kill." Robin slapped a hand over his own mouth for a second. "Am I always this rude?" he muttered from behind the hand.

"No." Slade muttered. "Not quite."

"I'm sorry." Robin said, and placed his hands on Slade's waist. "Really. I didn't mean to be rude or pushy. I think I need to lie down. Where is the bedroom?"

"I'll take your there..."

"You can take me in it to… oh. Sorry…" Robin had the decency to at least blush slightly and Slade chuckled. He had been rather frozen to the spot from Robin's behavior, but he didn't mind it. At all. He had to be careful, though. What if the Titan's memory came back in a… sensitive… situation?

"Oh, I love that sound!" Robin grinned. "Makes me horny as hell. Ops. Sorry again. Do you have any aspirin? My head is killing me."

"I'll see what I can do." Slade chuckled again and opened the door to his bedroom.

"Who-ha! Look at the size of that bed! Bet you could fit four people in it easily!" Robin gushed and dived in. "Ever done that?"

"Actually, no." Slade said wistfully. "But I'm open for suggestions."

"Good. Stay that way until I wake up…" Robin smirked.

"I'll see if I can find some painkillers…" Slade muttered and almost fled into the adjoining bathroom.

He emerged a few minutes later with a couple of pills, a glass of water and a first aid kit.

"Let's take a look at you." he said, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Like your eyes ever left…?" Robin smirked and then looked closer. "Or eye… oh, man, was I right about the road kill thing?"

Slade snorted. "You have to remove your mask too. I have to check your pupils for signs of concussion."

"Sure! I already tried, but it seems to be glued on… how stupid is that? It-OUCH! What the HELL!?"

"Only helping." Slade smirked, tossed the mask away and took in Robin's face and angry deep blue eyes.

"That was you helping? I can't believe I hang out with you… Do I have ANY eyebrows left? At ALL?"

"Your eyebrows are fine. Here. Take the painkillers and I'll check your wounds." Slade told him and Robin obeyed, muttering curses as he did. "Let's get you out of the cape and boots. And you can't sleep with the belt on." Slade, the ever helpful, added, and slipped the things off, together with Robin's gloves and red tunic, which left him in his short-sleeved green shirt and green tights.

"I usually wear that stuff? I mean, I get the tights, my ass looks good in those, but the rest? And the colors? We weren't going to a dress-up-party by any chance?" Robin asked hopefully.

"Well, I like you best in black and orange." Slade grinned.

"I don't think I would mind anything you choose to dress me in… or take off…" Robin smiled back, eyes glittering behind half lowered lashes.

Slade, to Robin's obvious delight, chuckled again and started examining the boy's bruises. None were serious, but he had a bump on his head.

"You might have a small concussion. Let me know if you start to feel sick." Slade ordered and the boy nodded, looking rather sleepy now.

"Hey, your mask… can't you take it off? I'm sorry about the ugly-comment, okay? I'm sure you're a ten… Please?"

Slade huffed and unclasped the mask. For a second he almost felt insecure and frowned at the odd feeling. Robin's eyes lit up, though, and a devilish grin spread across the teenagers face.

"I love being right… oh, you are so mine, mister. Consider yourself claimed… I don't care how straight you are, I'll get you."

"I'm bi." Slade smirked.

"Good. That saves some time…" Robin grinned.

"Don't play with fire, little bird." Slade purred, making Robin squirm. "Beginners should know their limits…"

"Beginners? What do you…? Are you saying I'm a virgin?" Robin looked shocked and Slade couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I would think so, yes."

"Really? How come? Are you blind or just shy?" Robin wanted to know.

"As I said, we have only a professional relationship." Slade told the boy again.

"Let me sleep for an hour and we'll change that…" Robin said decisively and snuggled down into the pillows. He looked up with one eye and smirked, patting a spot beside him. "There's room, though, if you want to join me?"

"Later. I have work to do. You get some rest." Slade said, using all the strength of character he could muster to drag himself away.

"Yeah, but don't run on me now…" Robin mumbled, half asleep. "I'll hunt you down if you do…"

Slade left the room, carrying Robin's clothes, and then spent some time disconnecting the tracking devices in the belt and communicator. He didn't want the other Titans popping by for a visit any time soon. He checked on Robin half an hour later and the boy was still deeply asleep, so Slade decided to take a shower. He had been working since early this morning, after all, and those heat screens could make a jalapeño sweat.

As he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself, he was met by a very hungry grin, plastered on the face of Robin, who stood leaning against the doorframe.

"Feeling better?" Slade asked, trying to act unaffected as Robin licked his lips.

"Much. You know what would make me feel even more so?"

"I have an idea…" Slade growled, and in an instant the hunter became the hunted. Judging by the look in Robin's eyes, though, he was very pleased with the situation.

He wasn't about to make it too easy for the man, however, and it took Slade ten minutes to corner him. When he did, Robin smiled happily, before quickly sinking to his knees to check what that stupid towel was hiding. He wasn't disappointed. Slade smirked as he heard a little "Oooh" of admiration and then gasped as hot, tight lips closed eagerly over his shaft. He almost wondered if he had been right about the boy being a virgin, but then again… there was a lot kids could learn online these days… Not all teenagers checked out how to make bombs, after all…

"Mmmmm…" Robin purred from the floor. "Bed? Now?"

"What do you think…?" Slade smirked and as Robin stood up, the man tossed him onto the bed and quickly followed suit. Robin's shirt and pants hit the floor in a matter of seconds. Slade was a very efficient man, after all. The tables were then turned, however, when Robin wriggled out of Slade's grip and climbed on top of the man instead, straddling his stomach.

"Lube?" Robin asked and Slade made a gesture towards the nightstand. Robin crawled forward to reach, and Slade grabbed the boy's behind, pulling him close enough to lick up his shaft. Robin moaned, and, grabbing the bottle, he turned over, giving Slade better access, resulting in a 69-position with Robin on top. Robin put some lube in his hands and then handed the bottle back to Slade. The man took the hint and after coating his fingers, he let one push into Robin as his mouth worked on the teen's cock. Robin himself had his mouth full of Slade, although he settled for the head. He worked the rest of the shaft with his hand, coating it with lubricant, then snuck a hand around one of the man's legs and pushed two of his fingers into Slade. The man bucked, making Robin almost deep-throat him, and returned the favor by adding a second finger himself.

Robin, having raised his head to breathe, moaned appreciatively.

"Mmmhh… that feels so good… you'll have to stop or I'll come…" he complained.

"Do you want to ride me?" Slade asked.

"M-hmm… since I might be a virgin we really must take care of that…"

"Yes, can't leave you in that state…" Slade chuckled and helped Robin turn around.

Robin slowly let himself sink down on Slade's cock, gasping with the sensation as he did.

"Why in the world haven't we done this before?" he asked, almost sounding grumpy.

"Well, maybe because we usually fight…" Slade answered as Robin sank all the way down and now sat securely on top of him.

"What?"

"Well… I am a villain and you are a hero. I commit crime and you try to stop me. That's how we usually meet."
Robin looked down on him with big eyes.

"So when I woke up…?"

"I was about to take care of my little hero-problem, yes… or abduct you here… I hadn't decided yet."

Robin sat quiet for a moment. Then he shrugged.

"I don't care. This is better, anyway, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, what are you babbling about? More fucking, less talking." He started to move his hips slowly.

"You don't care?" It wasn't that Slade didn't like the situation, but he was rather fascinated with this version of Robin.

"With your cock inside me? Heck, I don't care if my mum is alive…" Robin smirked, and started to move faster.

"She's not." Slade answered. He had recognized Robin's face immediately, since he kept a detailed record of the upper classes in the U.S. If they weren't potential clients they were potential targets. Sooner or later.

"Aww… that's sad." Robin said. "This is too slow; can you fuck me on my back instead?"

Slade grinned and rolled them both over.

A few hours later both of them finally gave up and collapsed on the bed, panting.

"Break?" Robin muttered.

"Please." Slade hissed, making the boy chuckle contently as he snuggled up to the man.

"We are really enemies?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Oh." The boy was quiet for a moment again. "Sooo… I'm in trouble, right?"

"Yes."

"If this is trouble, I won't want to leave…" Robin smiled blissfully, and got a smirk in return.

"I'll remind you of that when the swelling goes down and your memory returns…" the man told him.

"Speaking about swelling…." Robin snickered and slid a hand down Slade's abs. The man caught it quickly.

"No. Break, remember?"

"I have a concussion. Don't blame me." Robin said smugly. "But all right… I guess I need to sleep anyway." he moved up slightly and kissed the man.

"Won't Starfire be jealous?"

"No, she-" Robin caught himself when he saw a triumphant gleam in Slade's eye. "Oh fuck!" he swore and let his forehead thump onto Slade's chest.

"So when did your amnesia end?" Slade chuckled, and held the boy tighter in case he tried to escape.

Robin lifted his head and smirked. "Aw, Slade… that's so cute… I never had amnesia…"

The End.

A/N: -grin-