Second story!

To Dstar504, the creator of the first Slade/Robin drabble collection, who's wish just jumped out at me and grabbed me… in a good way… -grin- I so hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

After the Kill

Note: this is a story from the 'Terms'-universe, set in a time when Robin and Slade had only recently arrived in their city… before things started to get… cuddly…. -smirk- No warnings… well… 'cept for the citrus-taste, but that's only good for you… vitamins!

Robin was swinging straight for the small, closed window. A button hidden on his belt opened it just in time, and he landed gracefully in the dark room on the other side. If he had misjudged the distance by a mere inch he would have been dead by now, but he never did. He was unbeatable. He straightened up, his body humming with the rush of adrenaline. He had to do something, anything! His muscles screamed for him to move, to run, to fight. Man, he loved the rush! Unable to help himself, he jumped up and spun around in a round house kick to the air in general. He foot met something solid, though.

Robin hissed as the firm hold on his foot tightened.

"It's done?"

"It's done." Robin twisted out of Slade's grip, only to have his chin caught in an iron grip. His face was turned until it caught the pale moonlight from the window. Robin winced slightly as a rough thumb ran over his cheek.

"You allowed them to touch you."

"It's only a scratch."

"You came too close."

"Had to. Used a knife."

"Foolish boy. You need to be taught a lesson."

"I doubt it."

Robin looked up on the man in front of him, his white hair almost glowing eerily in the dim light. He looked into his the eye, a pool of molten silver, and his breath caught in his chest.

"Get on the bed."

"Make me." Robin's palm shot out, hitting the man in the solar plexus, hard enough to make a normal man gasp for air. Slade's grip on his chin only loosened slightly, but it was enough for Robin to get free.

A low noise, half chuckle, half growl met him, and went straight to Robin's groin.

"You're going to make me take you down?" Slade asked, amusement laced with lust in his voice.

"If you can… then you have earned it…" Robin smirked, backing away slightly. He didn't want this fight to be over too quickly after all… he still had a lot of adrenaline to burn.

The room he had come into was a small chamber connected to the bedroom, and it was too small for Robin's liking. He needed to be able to move to get the upper hand. He backed into the bedroom, crooking his finger at Slade as an invitation. Here they would play, and here it would end. He saw white teeth flash in a hungry smile. Predatory. He had been the predator tonight, and that troublesome mafia boss who had dared to threaten them, wouldn't cause any trouble again. Ever. He had faced him and his thugs, armed only with a blade. Slade had called it foolish. To Robin, it was necessary. He needed to be there, up close and personal, know what he was doing… he needed to remember. Slade closed in and Robin grinned tightly again. It was time to be the prey.

The man was obviously sure that Robin didn't know he had the bed right behind him and was about to trip back onto it. Robin did, however, and as Slade launched himself forward to knock him over, Robin jumped straight up and back, landing on the bed with one foot and kicked out with the other. His foot slammed into Slade's shoulder, making the man grunt. Before Slade had time to grab his ankle, however, Robin kicked off and flipped through the air, landing on the other side of the large bed. The light was better in here, although still dimmed.

"Don't want it enough?" Robin teased, getting a snort in reply.

"You'll be on your back soon enough, boy… and you'll love it."

Robin chuckled. He knew he would.

Another attack and this time Slade caught the heel of his foot. Robin pulled free, but at the expense of his shoe. Having only one, rather heavy, metal lined boot on, hindered him and he hurriedly kicked the other on off too, aiming for Slade as he did. The man ducked and smirked.

"Are we playing strip-fight?"

Robin laughed.

"Good idea, old man… whoever get's the next hit in, chooses what the other takes off."

Slade purred. "That horny, are you? Why don't you just give up, bend over the dresser and beg for it like a good little boy?"

"I'm not into charity…" Robin bit back, and then surprised Slade by dropping to the floor and kicking his legs out, hitting one of the man's shinbones. The man took a step back out of reach.

"Shirt." Robin smirked, and jumped to his feet.

Slade removed the white tailored shirt slowly, smirking at Robin as the boy's eyes ran down the broad chest, the muscular arms and the mounds of hard muscle that made up his abdomen. The man saw the tip of a pink tongue dart out and wet the teen's lips, a sight that nearly drove him crazy.

Slade tore the shirt the rest of the way off in a flash, grabbed Robin's wrists and slammed him into a wall before the boy knew what had happened.

"Hey, no fair! I was… distracted…" Robin growled and squirmed in the man's grip.

"Don't you know that all's fair in love and war?" Slade chuckled, pressing his body closer.

"And what's this?" Robin smirked and quirked an eyebrow.

"Something in between." Slade shrugged "Shirt."

He let Robin's wrists go to reach down to the hem of the boy's t-shirt, and then proceeded to pull it over Robin's head. He ran a hand over the pale skin beneath, teasing the two pink nipples, which had already turned into hard peaks of desire. Robin moaned, and his hand's came up to caress Slade's chest as well. He raised a leg, hooking it around Slade's hips and started grinding against the man. Slade's hands left the tantalizing nipples and went down to cup the firm ass of his partner.

"Oh, no, you haven't won yet!" The boy laughed and in a second he was out of Slade's arms.

Robin had tricked him into relaxing, Slade realized, and growled. Robin didn't get far, though, because this time he really did forget the bed behind him. He stumbled for a second, but that was all it took for Slade to be on top of him.

"Guess what?" the man grinned and unbuckled Robin's pants with one hand, before he unbuttoned them and opened the fly.

"What?" Robin panted, still struggling. Slade hadn't won quite yet.

"Just for that little trick, I'm going to fuck you in every position known to man, and then invent some new ones…."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Robin smirked, and, as Slade let up a moment to remove his own pants, Robin tried to squirm out from under him. His trousers tangled his legs together, though, and he only managed to turn over on his stomach. A pair of big hands on his hips kept him still.

"So, we'll start out from behind, huh? Works for me…"

Robin admitted defeat then and raised his hips a little. The man dragged him to his knees and stood on the floor behind him, Robin's ass at a perfect height for being fucked thoroughly.

"Lube… in my right belt pocket…" he gasped as he felt Slade pry his cheeks apart, exposing him.

"Who said you'll get lube?" The man above him growled, and Robin tensed.

"Slade-" he gasped as he felt a blunt presence at his entrance, but relaxed as he also felt the coolness of the gel. Slade wouldn't hurt him like that, but the threat had made him tremble. He pushed back and yelped a little as the swollen head breached him. Being fucked without preparation made Slade's cock feel even bigger, and he loved it, even though Robin knew he would be sore tomorrow. If Slade had told the truth, however, no amount of preparation would be able to avoid that.

Slade filled him quickly, but withdrew slowly. Robin thought he would drive into him again, but Slade let the head of his cock pop out, making Robin whimper. The man pushed in again and then withdrew. Over and over, just the head breaching the muscles until they spasmed, clamping down on it and trying desperately to keep it inside.

"Please, Slade… please!"

A low chuckle was heard as Slade buried himself to his balls.

"I told you you'd beg for it…" the man said. "Are you going to stop being foolish?"

Robin wriggled his ass, trying to make the man move.

"Fuck me and I'll think about it…" he almost growled.

The man withdrew completely again then and Robin whined.

"Move up the bed." Slade ordered and Robin obeyed blindly. "On your back. Good… spread your legs for me… Wider. Raise your hips. Ready to be taken? Say it."

"Yes… yes I'm ready… take me… Slade, please."

With a brutal thrust he was filled again and his nails dug into the bedcovers gripping them hard. The man hit the spot in this position and Robin's head moved from side to side as he cried out in pleasure.

"I'll teach you who to obey, my little bird… Your body is mine… never let anyone else touch it!"

"..yours…" Robin panted and the thrusts increased in both speed and depth until that amazing sensation was all Robin's mind could focus on, all there was. He tried stroking himself but found his hands being caught and tugged away. Slade wouldn't let him, and that only made Robin hotter as he arched his back and clung to the man. He felt himself being lifted and moved into an upright position, Slade was making him ride him and Robin rode hard, rubbing his own cock against Slade's stomach as he did. A hand tangled in his hair and his head was forced back, as lips forcefully met his, sucking, biting… Robin cried out into the man's mouth as that brought him over the top, his whole body tensing and relaxing again and again, as he emptied himself over Slade's stomach. He then felt the man's cock swell and started filling him with shot after shot with seed, his muscles greedily milking it until there was nothing left. He fell backwards slamming into the firm mattress, joined by Slade, stretching out next to him. He felt the man's softening member slip out of him, leaving him feeling empty once more. A small stream of cum ran out over his ass, cooling quickly.

After getting most of his breath back, Robin moved to go clean up, but was stopped by a hand on his neck.

"We are not done here. Not by a long shot. And you can start by cleaning up your mess."
As Robin felt his head being pushed down towards the cum-stains on Slade's stomach, he couldn't help but feel like he should get nicked a bit more often…

The End.