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A/N: So many asked for this, and here it is: a drabble continuing "Black Sheep Wanted"! Err… so, this was supposed to be a completely PWP smut-fest, and nothing even remotely important was supposed to happen… but since then do the characters listen to me? Mostly smut, though, so if you find that offensive… well... read it anyway, just to annoy yourself!
Ignore the strange title.
Lemon Princess
Anyone could have missed the small signs… the door which hadn't been closed properly, the small wrinkle on the bedspread which hadn't been there in the morning… Robin, however, didn't. As soon as he had returned from his mission with the other Titans and entered his room, he knew something was wrong. A small smile slowly spread across the young hero's face. Wrong… of very, very right?
"Man, I'm beat! I'm gonna do some serious reloading…" Cyborg muttered from the hallway.
"Yeah dude, why can't we hire someone for these night-missions? Only ONCE?!" Beast Boy groaned, heading towards his own room, no doubt to collapse on the bed and be sound asleep in seconds.
Robin looked back with a grin, seeing Starfire and Raven dragging themselves along the corridor as well.
"Come on team, we did a great job tonight!" he said, getting a few weird looks because of his chipper mood, which hadn't, they all knew, been there a second ago.
"Thank you, Robin." Starfire said, a bit unsurely, while Raven merely nodded curtly.
"Yeah-yeah, why don't you get yourself a boyfriend so we can get off the hook now and then…?" Cyborg muttered, but winked in a friendly way. "Night everybody, sweet dreams."
"If that alarm goes off again tonight I'm gonna seriously freak…" Beast Boy groaned and waved tiredly back in their general direction.
"Good night." Robin smiled and closed his own door, locking it behind him.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower…" he said to the air in general. "Wanna join me?"
A low chuckle was heard and Slade materialized out of the shadows.
"I see I have to be more careful…" the man purred.
"Oh, don't give me that, you left those clues, Slade!" Robin huffed, unbuckling his belt and pulling off his gloves. He had given the man a glare, but there was a grin trying to break free behind it.
Slade wasn't wearing his armour or mask, Robin noted, but it would have been strange to see him with those now, he guessed… the villain had opted for black jeans and a dark grey long necked, long-sleeved t-shirt, which clung to him very well, as well as heavy army-boots and soft leather gloves, which he had pulled off and now threw on Robin's desk.
Robin had this strange, constricting feeling in his chest… it's been a long time…
"Maybe I did, but still…" Slade smirked and walked behind Robin, helping to undo his cape.
Robin shivered a bit at the touch, but it was a good sensation. The constricting feeling turned into a well known, but almost forgotten, heat.
"So… what have you been up to…?" he asked casually, as Slade's fingers traced down his sides. Robin tried not to lean back into the touch, tried not to moan from the light caress alone… he tried to tell himself that he had more pride than that, but… did he? Really? When it came to Slade? He doubted it.
"This and that…" the mercenary said, sneaking his fingers under Robin's shirt.
"For six months?" Robin asked, and now a trace of hurt shone through.
"Yes." Slade answered simply. "How is she?"
"Huh?"
"I told you in the note I would be back to check on her, didn't I?" the man chuckled; his hands now snaking over Robin's taunt stomach and up towards his chest. The young man was leaning back slightly against him, and seemed to have just a bit of trouble concentrating on the conversation.
"The bike? You're asking me about the bike?" Robin muttered as soon as the coin dropped. "She's fine. Never looked better, and I handle her almost perfectly now…" Robin stopped as a gasp escaped from him, Slade's fingers had reached his nipples. "… the… the only trouble I have is to get Cy to back off… he's perving on her…"
"I appreciate the effort." Slade's chuckle was deeper now. He had forgotten Robin's strange sense of humour, the one which matched his own so well, and now he reluctantly discovered how much he had missed it. "That bike is like a daughter to me, and I'd rather not have a Teen Titan for a son-in-law…"
Robin snickered and pulled away, displaying an enormous amount of willpower as he did.
"So… maybe you don't want a Teen Titan for anything, huh?" he said and slowly pulled his shirt over his head.
"Well, that's where you're wrong…" Slade smirked, reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Robin's tights, pulling him closer again, "…but I only want the best…"
"Flattery will get you nowhere…" Robin insisted with a huff.
"I've already got an invitation to shower with you, what more could I want?" the man smirked. "Although, I suggest we don't waste the shower…" Slade suddenly pushed an unprepared Robin down on the teen's bed, "…so let's make sure we really need one first…"
Robin looked up on the man who was leaning over him, slowly entering the bed, and he found that his stomach was full of butterflies. What if the alarm went off? What if someone found out? What if it hurt again? What if he had, somehow, forgotten how to do this? The last thing was unlikely, Robin's logical side insisted, because he had, after all, been reliving moments like this in his dreams, almost every night since that last time at the beach, a million years ago.
Robin helped Slade get his shirt off, maybe a bit more eagerly than he had wanted to appear, and hissed as he saw a scar across the man's chest. It wasn't very visible, more like a mark, and it looked to be fading, but it was new.
"What happened?" Robin asked, tracing it with his fingertips.
"New kind of laser. Had a nasty sting to it…"
"Well, you shouldn't provoke people with laser-weapons." Robin said in a haughty tone of voice.
"I didn't provoke them… I killed them…" Slade shrugged.
"Death-talk is not a turn-on for me…" Robin pointed out.
"I see… is this?" Slade asked innocently before attacking, his lips locking onto Robin's.
Robin then discovered that he had forgotten. He had forgotten what Slade tasted like, the intensity of the man's kisses, the way they made him never want to breathe again, just to make the moment last forever. It all got almost too much, and Robin made a noise between a gasp and a dry sob.
"Robin…?" Slade asked quietly, rising up on his arms a bit further to look down on the boy.
"It's just… been so long…" Robin muttered, blushing a bit before pulling the man down for another kiss.
"Really?" Slade asked airily after ending it a bit later. "No boyfriends waiting round the corner?"
"No." Robin said flatly, clearly not wanting to talk about it.
"Is that so? I heard a rumour about you and another young hero… an archer? Speedy, was it?"
"It's not true…" Robin snorted. "He asked me out once, but…"
"He got a no?" Slade sounded somewhat pleased.
"He got a broken nose." Robin said, his features flickering from shame to smugness.
"Really? Why?"
"He didn't ask nicely." Robin smirked slightly up at Slade, big blue eyes twinkling innocently.
"And since were you such a princess? Do I need to ask nicely too?"
"It wouldn't hurt…" Robin muttered. "Besides, you never yelled out 'wanna fuck after this, Boy Wonder?' in front of a lot of people during a mission…"
"I'd say he deserved the broken nose…" Slade growled.
"Me too."
"He might ask again, though…" Slade said. "More nicely this time… what will you say then?"
Robin frowned.
"I don't know! Speedy's hot, and fun, and… he's a badass, but he's a hero… what do you want me to say? It's not like I can spend my life waiting for-" Robin cut himself off.
"…waiting for me?" Slade suggested smugly.
"It's been six months, Slade! Six MONTHS! And it could just as well been six years… or… or never!"
"No. Not never."
"How am I supposed to know that? And it's not like we can… it's not like anything can happen…"
"This isn't happening?" Slade smirked, trying to break the tension by nibbling on Robin's throat, soon leaving a hickey that would probably lead to some very unwelcomed questions in the morning.
"It's… ahhh… it's just that I don't know what this IS!" Robin tried to explain.
"You don't know?" Slade grinned. "I'll get very worried if you don't remember what sex is… especially sex with me…" he added, going lower to attack Robin's sensitive nipples.
Robin snorted loudly.
"Conceited ba-AH!-stard…" he gasped. "Mmmm… Yes… lower…"
"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" Slade smirked, grabbing the hem of the teen's tights and pulled them off.
"Seems that's something you had forgotten…" Robin laughed softly and raised his hips to help, blushing slightly again as Slade pulled back to get the pant's of completely, together with Robin's underwear, and then took his time to admire the body beneath him.
"Don't stare… touch!" Robin insisted.
"Again with the demands?" Slade snorted and raised an eyebrow.
"You owe me."
"How so?"
"You let Batman find out, and I had to spend a week with him… alone! And he still talks to me. A lot. TALKS!" Robin sounded somewhat upset, and Slade, remember the looks he had gotten from the millionaire crime fighter, suppressed a shudder.
"I did not let him find out… but I see your point…" he conceded, and, to Robin's delight, started to make things up to him.
Slade had barely grazed the teen's length with his tongue, however, before Robin pulled away.
"No, no stop!" he was breathing hard and flushing a deep crimson, as he found his voice again. "I'm gonna cum…"
"So? You don't need much sleep, we got all night…" Slade suggested lewdly.
"Yeah, but… the first is the best… roll over…" Robin begged, pushing the man gently onto his back. "I'll do you… until I cool down a bit…" he explained, and eagerly started to run his fingers over the man's body, rediscovering it bit by bit.
"As you wish, princess…" Slade smirked, and got one of his nipples bitten as a reply.
"Don't call me 'princess'…" Robin growled around it. "If you do, you won't like where I'll bite you next…"
Slade merely smirked and leaned back to enjoy himself. Robin might want to pace himself, but Slade knew he could enjoy quantity as well as quality.
Cooling off, Robin discovered, was easier said than done. Touching Slade, and now, unbuttoning his pants, didn't do much to bring him back from the brink. Robin wanted the man as naked as he was, and worked hard to get the pants all the way off, having to take a moment to stop and pull off the man's boots, first.
"You actually got in bed with your shoes on?" he scolded the ex military.
"What can I say, I was eager…" Slade shrugged.
Robin glanced up at him briefly, wondering if, deep down in that sentence, an 'I missed you' was hiding, but the look in the man's eye was pure lust.
He crawled back into bed, between the man's thighs, and ran his hands all the way up Slade's legs, until they rested on his hips. Slade looked even bigger than Robin remembered, and, for a second, that twinge of worry was back. He let it go, however, and bent down slowly to taste something he had longed for. Robin closed his eyes in bliss as the swollen head of Slade's cock slipped in between his lips. He was rather ashamed of how much he enjoyed this, but he had loved it from the first time he'd tried it… which reminded him…
"Hand behind your back…" he smirked up at the man, who smirked back.
"You know what…? I'll comply… to a degree…" Slade said, and folded his arms behind his head instead.
"Oh, no, that made you look so smug…" Robin complained teasingly, but got back to licking the man's shaft languidly.
Soon he started to lick and suck harder and faster, bobbing his head up and down, taking more and more of the man into his mouth. Slade obviously liked the treatment, because his hips bucked, forcing his cock deeper and Robin made a keening sound. Slade bucked again, and soon Robin was holding still while the man fucked his mouth hard. Robin sucked, suddenly feeling this familiar tightness between his legs, and, as the man exploded inside of him, Robin, with a cry, did as well.
Slade tried to regain his breath as he looked down, not understanding the wetness he felt against his leg until he saw Robin's glazed eyes.
"You came just by sucking me off?" he said, an incredulous tone in his voice. "That's…"
"Slutty…" Robin muttered, another irritating blush colouring his cheeks. He had never done anything like that, especially without touching himself, but he had been so close, and… well…
"Come here, slut…" Slade purred, and pulled Robin up towards himself again. Robin hissed as he was moved, feeling his groin brush against Slade's body.
"Sssss… sensitive…" he complained, before settling down, resting his chin on his arms, which were folded on top of Slade's chest.
"See? You are a princess…" Slade teased him again, and Robin childishly stuck his tongue out at him, before sighing deeply and letting his head down again.
"Oh, no, you don't…" Slade growled.
"Huh?" Robin asked tiredly.
"You are not going to sleep, not just yet…" Slade smirked, and started to massage Robin's ass cheeks.
"Why not, I'll never get hard again…" Robin muttered. "I'm all spent…"
"I'm not." Slade let him know, and moved slightly under him, making sure Robin felt it as well. "Ahh… there we go…"
As the man's cock had pressed in between Robin's thighs, blood had started to rush back to where Robin hadn't believed it would ever return, and he groaned.
"I couldn't get five minutes…? I thought we had all night?"
"Not that much left of it. If you had come back early like a good boy, instead of running around in the dark…?" Slade suggested.
"Some of us have responsibilities…" Robin said dryly.
"Well, so do I… to make sure you'll get properly fucked, for one…" Slade insisted. "Now, because I'm feeling generous, I'll let you choose the position."
"Oh, thank you, kind sir…" Robin's voice got somewhat dryer. This was something he wanted, though, so he rolled his eyes and sighed. "On my back…"
"Good choice…" Slade said, and flipped them around.
Robin gasped as his world spun, and he didn't quite hear what Slade was saying.
"What?" he asked, blinking up at him.
"Lube? I assume you have some?"
Robin blushed. Yeah, he had some, for his private sessions if nothing else, but the thing was… well… Slade would probably not notice…
"In the drawer…" the teen said faintly and turned his head slightly to the right, indicating a small nightstand.
Slade fished the bottle out in a moment, and then grinned, making Robin swear internally.
"It's lotion… the same brand we-"
"Yes, yes! I just… kinda like the smell…" Robin interrupted, hoping he had managed to repress the blush this time. That wasn't the complete truth... it had that strange 'non-smell' of perfume-free products, but that, and even the mere sight of the blue-white logo, made him terribly horny… It was some perverted version of 'Pavlov's dogs', and Robin had learned to avoid certain aisles in the supermarket because of it.
"You know there is real lubrication out there, which is better, don't you?" Slade-the-educator asked.
"You have some?"
"No."
"Well, use this or get off me, then!" Robin huffed.
Slade didn't feel the last option really was an option, and flicked the lid of the lotion-bottle open.
Robin tensed as a cold, slick finger prodded his opening.
"Relax…" Slade urged him.
"Easy for you to say…" Robin muttered, taking a deep breath, which hitched in his throat as the finger pushed into him. "Slade!" he exclaimed, "I wasn't ready!"
"I remember when I just could flip you over and plunge right into you…" the man said, not without a certain longing in his voice.
"Well, come by more often, and you might still be able to-ooohhh…"
"Was that an invitation?" Slade smirked.
"No, my prostate…" Robin smirked back, before he arched as another finger entered him. "Oh, lord…. I wonder…" Robin added, his eyes somewhat glazed.
"What?"
"I wonder how much insulation we put in these walls…? I'm trying to remember, but… AH!"
"How ever much there was, it won't be enough…" Slade promised, scissoring his fingers before adding a third. Robin was almost distracted enough… almost… "I forgot to tell you…" Slade added, waiting until Robin made eye contact with him to continue. "I told you the parts of the island were the cave is, was said to be haunted, didn't I?"
Robin nodded. He vaguely remembered something about pirates and stuff.
"Well, those rumours have come to life again. Apparently several hikers have reported hearing strange screams and moans coming from nowhere… guess when?"
"No…?" Robin's eyes widened. "But… but we were in a cave!"
"Natural fissures in the stone carried the sound, I guess… but, it would have to be loud… although, you usually are…. So you see? No amount of isolation is enough…" Slade grinned.
"I hate you. I'll bite your shoulder the whole time!" Robin decided. "Now, please fuck me!"
Robin almost regretted his command as he felt the thick head of Slade's cock at his entrance. The man had lifted Robin's legs, holding them up and apart by the crook of his arms. The deceivingly softness pressed slowly into him, until the mushroom-shaped crown suddenly popped in, and the rest or the wide shaft quickly followed, sinking deep inside of him.
Robin whimpered, not from pain, but from the incredible full feeling of being stretched so much again. Being held like this, he could barely move, completely depended on if Slade decided to be gentle, as the man was in complete control. Slade was patient, though, letting Robin have a moment to adjust.
"Ahhh… I… wait… no, no, move… it's okay… move…" Robin quickly decided, though not completely sure. As soon as Slade pulled halfway out and then snapped his hips forward, though, Robin knew he had made the right decision, as did everyone within hearing distance… which hopefully didn't include his teammates…
Slade set a fast and hard pace at first, and all Robin could do was take it, although he enjoyed it immensely. He needed variation, though, and reached for the man, who got the message. Slade let Robin's legs go, to be able to lean over the teen. Robin pulled him down the rest of the way and initiated a surprisingly dominating kiss, while hooking his legs around Slade's waist, so the angle wouldn't change. Robin could meet the thrusts better like this, moving in sync with his lover, faster and slower, while Slade quickly took control of the kiss. Robin grinned against the man's lips, wondering what the absolute need to dominate came from. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out… maybe that was a side of Slade he wasn't quite prepared to face yet…
Luckily, for them both, Robin didn't mind being dominated, as long as it was clear that it was willingly… and, maybe, it being Slade had something to do with it too, because Robin couldn't really picture giving up his control quite so eagerly to, for example, a certain archer.
Robin briefly wondered what it would have been like to be in that kind of relationship… with Slade he knew that, eventually, in one way or another, he was the one who was going to end up being fucked, and that was fine… But switching…Wouldn't that be confusing? What if they both wanted to-
A bite to his neck brought him back to the present.
"Ow!" he muttered.
"Well, pay attention, then." Slade snorted, making Robin chuckle.
"I'm sorry… please don't stop…" Robin asked, as the man had slowed down considerably. Robin tilted his head up and kissed the man gently. It was supposed to be teasing, but too much warmth came into the picture, and Slade had a strange look in his eye as they parted.
"Robin..?"
"I…" Robin felt like he had shown the table his poker-hand, had gotten vary strong reactions but wasn't sure what he had held… he had let Slade know something he himself didn't… he didn't know how that was even possible. "Just… sorry, I… kiss me?" he begged meekly, and Slade did, as they continued to move slowly against each other. The kiss deepened, and, after a while, the speed quickened as well.
Robin winced as his head hit the wall behind the bed, as they had been moving slowly upwards, and used his hands to shield him, pushing back, while trying to convey his discomfort to Slade, between kisses. Suddenly his world shifted again, and he was now completely up against the wall, Slade pinning him there while balancing on his knees, not missing a stroke. Robin felt himself sink even further down on Slade's shaft with every thrust, and soon started to wonder if the man's balls would join his cock as well.
"I can hear you like this…?" Slade whispered hoarsely in his ear, and all Robin could do was nod and groan in reply. This position was the best ever, although it was hell on his back, and would probably leave bruises. He felt his climax approaching again, and now he did what he had threatened earlier, and bit Slade's shoulder while he screamed out his release into it. Slade finished almost at the same time, and Robin then felt himself slowly slide down the wall, cradled in the man's arms.
They ended up almost as they had begun, with Slade covering Robin's body, one of the teen's naked legs still wound around his hip. Robin felt the man's cock leave him, his muscles clenching at the empty feeling, and a dribble of cum slid out between his cheeks. He looked down at himself and then up at Slade, studying their sweaty, panting bodies.
"Are we dirty enough for that shower yet, you think?" he grinned.
At that moment Robin heard the scariest sound he had ever experienced.
"Lockdown override." the mechanical voice drawled, and, tumbling into the room, came his team.
Even Slade was too shocked to react.
"Robin! Is something- oh!" Starfire started.
"Dude, I am too young to see this!" Beast Boy whimpered, turning into an armadillo and curled up tightly. Raven surreptitiously rolled him towards the hallway with her foot.
"Um… hi. Sorry." she muttered, and her face was actually red.
"We… man, we… we heard strange noises, and… man… I… we…man…" Cy stuttered. The green ball on the floor seemed to shudder at the word 'noises'.
"Is he your boy-friend?" Starfire suddenly piped up cheerily.
All eyes, including Robin's, landed on Slade.
"He… I… well…" Robin started. He had expected his team to start screaming Slade's name, call Batman, press the alarm… anything, but it seemed like they simply didn't recognize him. It wasn't that strange, perhaps. Connecting a naked man in their leader's bed with a villain who had been gone from their lives a long time even before the fateful trip… all in all it had been well over a year since they had even spoken of him. "…yes…" he finally managed, because a 'no' would raise even more questions. "Could… could we have some privacy, please?"
"S-sure…" Cy started to back out, while Raven helped by respectively dragging and rolling the other two members out.
"Are you having the sex?" Starfire had time to ask, before the door slid back into place, a click telling Robin that Cyborg had locked it again.
"You have very considerate friends." Slade remarked, as he looked down on the teen. They hadn't moved. Slade was still on top of him, and Robin's leg was still around his hip.
"Please, I'm having a mental breakdown… may I have it in peace?" Robin whispered brokenly.
"Not wanting to talk to your boyfriend…?" Slade asked wryly. "Communication is a vital part of a relationship… or so I've heard…"
"Slade, please… What was I supposed to say? 'No, this is our arch enemy; he just came by to fuck me'?" Robin growled, somewhat sullenly.
"What have I told you about pouting?" the man smirked, "And isn't your generation all about 'fuck-buddies'?"
"You've been watching too much TV at the home, old man." Robin snorted.
"Brat."
"Hey, what happened to 'princess'?" Robin objected.
"One gets what one deserves. Besides, I doubt any princess has ever looked this fucked. Time to clean up." With that Robin found himself lifted into the air and slung over Slade's shoulder.
He was set down a moment later in the en-suite bathroom, and had still not found the words to object to the humiliating treatment when the shower started. Robin simply closed his mouth then, feeling like he missed the moment anyway.
The shower was spacious, and fitted both of them easily, although Robin was just a tad to upset at the moment to enjoy it.
"Relax…" Slade told him for the second time that night, bending down to kiss his neck. "It's no big deal…"
"No big deal?! We were practically doing it!" Robin shuddered, mortified.
"So? Now you don't have to have 'the talk' with the little green one. I'm sure it was very informative for all involved."
"What if they realize who you are?!"
"So? Batman knows."
"Oh, shit, what if they tell Bruce!"
"I don't think he could get any more upset, do you?"
"I wouldn't bet on it…" Robin said darkly.
"Well, if he does, you can just run away with me…" Slade chuckled. Robin snapped his head up.
"W-what?"
"It was a joke."
"Oh… oh, right…"
"Close your eyes or you're going to get shampoo in them…" the man then said, and Robin obeyed, soon revelling in the way strong but nimble fingers massaged his scalp, building up the lather. He was surprised at the man's gentleness. He had felt it before, once or twice, and he knew Slade had cared for him when he was sick, but it was still strange to connect all that power and ruthlessness with moment like these. Robin leaned into the touch, finding himself smiling softly. The hands eventually left his head, venturing lower, and, after a while, Robin cracked an eye open.
"You don't think you've fucked me enough tonight?"
"Nope." Slade answered simply, and soon Robin was up against the wall again, enjoying the position just as much as before.
Half an hour later, he was stretched out, wrapped in a towel, lying on a clean bed. He had chuckled when Slade had stripped it, but, well… it needed to be done. He noticed they had even ripped the sheet in two places, but how that had happen, he had no idea.
Slade was, surprisingly, next to him, but as Robin curled up to him, an arm over his chest, he knew the man would be gone when he woke up. He couldn't stop him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. There was no way they could be together, after all… the Titan's would figure it out eventually, and Slade wouldn't just take a job at the post-office. He was a killer, not, Robin added to himself, that those couldn't work at a post office, and he wouldn't change. Not for anything, and especially not for a skinny teen with a hero-complex. He was here now, though, and maybe, just maybe, he would be back again in six months or so… Robin curled up closer to the man, somewhat surprised Slade hadn't complained about the cuddling, and, with a bitter-sweet feeling in his heart, fell asleep.
There were no surprises in the morning. The spot next to him was empty, the sheets cool. Robin's towel had long since slipped off, but he found himself well bundled up in the covers, warm and snug. He really didn't want to face his team just yet, especially as he had to explain where his so-called 'boyfriend' had gone off to.
Robin, therefore, turned over and hoped for another hour or two of sleep.
Alas, he heard the door behind him slide open just a moment later, and the mouth-watering scent of freshly made pancakes assaulted his nose.
"Please, just a bit longer?" he murmured, pulling the covers tighter.
"Not hungry?"
Robin's eyes snapped open.
"Slade?!" The teen sat up and turned around, staring at the man by the bed. "What are you doing?"
"I believe it is called 'bringing breakfast'." Slade said dryly, an amused glint in his eye.
"Yeah, but, but… why?" Robin asked, as Slade placed a tray across his lap.
"Because it is morning. Now, the strawberry jam can go on the pancakes or on you. Your choice."
A few minutes later Robin was eating, more or less because that was easier than trying to grasp the concept of Slade doing this for him. Slade took a forkful of the pancakes too, every now and then, nodding appreciatively.
"Your metal friend is not a bad cook, I must say."
"You… you met him?"
"Of course. I met all of them."
Robin ran his eyes over Slade's frame. The man had walked out there, in only his jeans, and actually talked to…?
"… just kill me now…" Robin groaned. "What if they found out who you are?"
"Oh, they know."
"Oh, good, they- WHAT?!"
"That pale girl, Raven, was the first to see it, I think."
"What… what did they do?"
"They said I had ten minutes to go get you, before they called in the JL, including Batman…that was about eight minutes ago."
Slade caught Robin at the door.
"You might want to put some clothes on?" he suggested, and Robin snarled, rushing to his wardrobe to get dressed.
Thirty seconds later he rushed into the common room.
"Don't call them! Don't call!" he yelled, startling the other Titan's.
"Call who?" Cyborg asked.
"The Justice League!" Robin explained, his voice nearly cracking from the anxiety. He got blank stares in reply. Robin twirled around to face Slade.
"You lied to me, you bastard!"
"Only to get you out of bed…" Slade smirked, leaning against the doorframe.
"So they don't know…?"
"That he is Slade? Yeah… we do…" Cyborg said with an annoyed tone in his voice. "But since you do to, we figured we weren't in danger right now…"
"We would like an explanation, though. A good one." Raven spoke up, her voice a bit colder than usual.
"Yeah, and then we're gonna call Batman!" Beast Boy decided.
"Please, Robin, do explain?" Starfire asked quietly, with more hurt in her eyes than Robin had ever seen. "Why are you with this man… he threatened you… us… he took you away…"
Robin sighed and sank down in the couch.
"Okay, I'll tell you… you know some of it anyway, and- Slade? Could you please put a shirt on?!"
One hour later Robin looked up to meet his friend's eyes again. He had told them the complete truth this time, no censoring, no holding back. He was a bit taken aback by the looks in the other's eyes. Starfire and Raven looked rather… lovesick, and the boys radiated reluctant awe.
"Oh, so he did save you and the Batman?" Starfire breathed.
"He was paid." Beast Boy objected. "Slade's a whore…" he concluded with barely concealed glee.
"Is this particular friend important to you?" Slade asked Robin casually, glaring at the changeling. He had actually humoured Robin and gone to fetch his shirt, then leaning against the backrest of the couch, listening to the teen tell the story, correcting him now and then.
"Don't kill my friends, please." Robin sighed.
"His aura is tainted…" Raven told them, looking at Slade thoughtfully. "If you let me, I can cleanse it?" she offered.
"Try that, girl, and I'll demonstrate how it ended up that way…" Slade growled.
A very small smile graced the empath's lips.
"I like him." she let them know. "He's dark."
Starfire floated up to the mercenary, locking eyes with him, as if he was a strange but fascinating beast.
"Do you love Robin?"
"Starfire!" Robin flew up from the couch.
"I am sorry?" the alien, turned in the air towards her leader. "That was not an appropriate question for this occasion?"
"They have probably not said it yet…" Cyborg leered.
"No, Slade is waiting for just the right moment…" Beast Boy giggled, and the two started making kissing noises.
"But you were having the sex? The sex is not had until one is in holy wed-locking, is it?" Starfire looked confused.
"You need to stop reading Raven's old romance-novels…" Robin sighed. "So… guys… sorry I didn't say anything before, but… well… I didn't want to freak you out, and, well… I wasn't sure I'd even see Slade again, so…"
"No, walking in on you two didn't freak us out at all…" Cy said dryly.
"Walking in on who? What?" Beast Boy asked confused.
"Raven had to tamper a bit with his memory… he refused to uncurl…" Cyborg stage-whispered.
"Sorry…" Robin muttered, blushing. "Err… guys… I… kinda need to talk to Slade now, okay?"
"Put a bloody sock on the door this time…" Cy suggested. "Okay, team! While Robin and his bf go and … do whatever, why don't we go play some ball?"
"Last one to arrive at the hoop is surely a knarloof!" Starfire shouted, and took off towards the roof, a Beast Boy in bird-form in hot pursuit. Raven lazily floated towards the ceiling and simply melted into it, knowing she'd be the first one there.
"Damn!" Cyborg cursed, and set off towards the stairs.
"Soo…." Slade smirked and sank down onto the couch next to Robin, reclining in it and looking like ha didn't have a worry in the world. "We needed to 'talk'? Are you dumping me?" he added with a chuckle.
Robin, though, looked miserable.
"Yeah."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean… no…"
"That's better."
"Because there's nothing to dump, is there? There's no 'us'…"
"I'd say there's a lot of 'us'." Slade frowned. "Just ask the psychics who are invading my island…"
"That was just sex." Robin shrugged irritably. "And… it's nice, and stuff-"
"Nice?" Slade snarled.
"Yeah…" Robin ignored him, "but it's not like it could last… and… I don't think I'm the kind of person who can have a 'fuck buddy'. Sorry."
"Well, I can't be your boyfriend." Slade muttered, crossing his arms.
"I know." Robin answered quietly.
"Your 'father' hates my guts, and your friends annoy the hell out of me…" the man hesitated. "Sounds like I already am…"
Robin looked up at the man and grinned a little bit.
"But… it's not like you would have any trouble with me dating other people?"
"No. They would be dead, but after that, no…" Slade shrugged.
"And you hate snuggling and the way I move around in bed, so you wouldn't want to sleep with me, right?"
"One can get used to the strangest things…"
"But… you are afraid you'll change…" Robin's voice was more serious now, and Slade's eye met his solemnly.
"So are you."
Robin found that the man was right, as usual.
"So what do we do?"
"Well, I'm a genius, and you are… not that dumb…" Slade grinned. "We'll figure things out…"
"Without bloodshed?" Robin asked sarcastically. At that moment a star-bolt smashed through the roof, and the sad remains of a basketball landed on Slade's head.
"I doubt it."
The End… unless you come up with something…
A/N: okay, so when I discovered that I'd written that the 'walking in' part I was all; "NO!" and deleted it. This was supposed to be a "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" plot-what-plot story, so that couldn't happen. I just couldn't write Slade in the same room with the Titan's (NOT fighting), I mean, that's just… crazy! That wouldn't and couldn't happen! But… it did… because, somehow, the 'walking in' moment reappeared, and things happened… I remember an reviewer of "Black sheep" kinda complaining by the end that they never said "I love you"… I was all "No, of course not", because how was THAT supposed to happen? I couldn't picture this Slade saying it (I still can't) and Robin saying it FIRST…? No, he would expect to be hurt… besides, none of them wants to admit any deeper feelings even to themselves, I think… even I, as a writer, am not sure… I THINK there is more than lust there, but maybe the connection between them isn't the traditional kind of love? OMFG, I'm getting pretentious here… -lol- Sorry… Well, it was a strange story… I'm not sure if there's more, I'm not sure where to take them… but if you have an idea, you are welcome to tell me, and I might run with it… I can see Bruce having an aneurysm if he discovers that Slade is back, but further that that… blank… ;o)
All the best!
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EDIT: thank you SO much to Tsuki the Avenger who helped me by pointing out that it's called "insulation" not "isolation"... I've fixed it! ANd I've learned something!