Disclaimer: Not even on my birthday do the Teen Titans belong to me! Damn!
Happy Birthday to me! It's the 7'th of November and I have written a little Sladin-drabble to myself! But I'm not selfish, so I decided to share it… it's a freestanding PWP smut-fest, (because Wynja knows what Wynja likes), and I hope you'll like it!
Well, actually it's the 6'th of November… I just realized that I will have people here from morning to night tomorrow, so I'm posting it now instead… ;)
Oh, thank you Jayto for giving me an amazing present about a week ago: a drabble from my Terms-universe, all Terms-lovers should check that out, I think she did a great job! It can be found in her "Spontaneous Sladin Drabbles" (as number 6).
If anyone else plans to give me something (I've gotten hints!) just please don't get all miffed if I haven't responded tomorrow, because, as I said, party and stuff all day (family in the morning, friends in the evening) so I probably won't have much time to be online until Sunday… but I'm STILL keeping my finger's crossed for presents! I'm so damn greedy! Apparently… ;) Love you all! Oh, and a review is a wonderful present too! ;)
Happy Birthday
The sight of the teen, naked except for his tights, hanging in the chains attached to his wrists, his bare feet only just touching the ground, was breathtaking to Slade. As he studied the figure in the middle of the barren, dark room in the heart of his hideout, there was only one thing that bothered the man; he hadn't put him there. The truth was that he had barely even seen the hero, or his team, for a few weeks. He had been busy working, out of sight and many times even out of town, so how come he was here? And chained up to boot?
Slade slowly entered the room, and the faint sound of his boots on the rough concrete floor was enough to alert the teen, whose head snapped up.
"Who's there!?"
He was blindfolded. Another surprise. The third was the note stuck to his bare chest. Slade read it. Two words. 'Happy Birthday'. How strange.
The man walked over to the computer module at the back of the room and ran a security check. Apart from the surveillance-cameras being turned off, which took an expert, since the alarm hadn't been triggered, nothing seemed amiss. And yet, someone had left him a rather big treat. Who had he been nice to lately? No one, as far as he knew.
Slade walked back toward the middle of the room and his present, who had swung around on his chains and was obviously trying to listen very hard. The man stopped in front of him.
"Robin." he said simply, watching in amusement as the teen tensed as his body unconsciously tried to move away from the hidden threat.
"Slade?" The hero's voice was not the usual snarl, but more of a disbelieving gasp. "L-Let me go!" The chains rattled, but no more. Slade glanced up. Robin's bounds consisted of one long chain with wide manacles on both ends, which had been thrown over a support-beam in the ceiling. Since Slade didn't actually keep these things in stock himself, he came to the conclusion that either Robin's kidnappers had been very lucky, or he, she or them, had been here before and measured how much chain they would need. Slade didn't like that thought at all.
"Not happy to be here?" he asked mockingly, trying to come to terms with his own feelings regarding the unexpected visit.
As soon as Robin heard his voice, the teen's foot shot out, aiming for Slade's stomach. Robin had moved a bit too slowly, though, and Slade easily grabbed the naked ankle. Robin gasped again, but the sound seemed strange, not quite related to the situation, because it didn't appear to be out of pain or alarm. Slade found himself still holding the foot, the skin feeling slightly hot, even through his gloves.
"Now, play nice, Robin…" he said, stepping closer and sliding his hand up to Robin's knee until he let go completely. A small moan escaped the boy.
"Stop…" The pleading was accompanied by another vain attempt to get away, but now Slade was too close, and Robin throwing himself backwards only resulted in him swinging right back again, colliding front-to-front with the man. Slade used his hands to steady the teen, and soon removed his gloves, as he discovered something he needed to explore further.
"You are short of breath and your heart is beating very rapidly… did someone drug you?" the man said as he placed a hand on Robin's chest.
"Shouldn't you know that? Let me go, Slade!" Robin tone was close to his familiar snarl this time, but not quite, his voice never usually quivered like this.
"Oh, but I didn't bring you here…someone else did…" Slade chuckled. Even though he couldn't see the expression on the boy's face clearly, with the blindfold and mask on, it was quite satisfactory to see the cocky teen's jaw drop.
"W-what?"
Slade found himself enjoying another aspect of the situation now… Robin, flush against his chest, the teen's head tilted back as far as it could go, his lips parted… it was like he was asking to be kissed. The pink tongue, nervously darting out to wet those tempting lips, only helped to strengthen that image.
"It's true… you were left here for me to find…" the man's voice had taken on a darker timbre, almost a purr. "Have you any idea why?"
"I don't even know where I am!" the teen growled. "Stop touching me!"
Slade looked down and discovered that his hands were still caressing Robin's sides and chest, but, strangely, the teen seemed to push into the touches, not shying away, no matter what he said verbally.
"I don't think you want me too…" the man chuckled. His eye came to rest on the teen's lips again. Tempting… yes… very tempting. Robin was the epitome of the forbidden fruit; too young, too pure, too good. But when said fruit was literally just hanging in front of him, ready for the picking… could he resist? Why would he resist?
Slade's fingers travelled slowly over Robin's collarbones, downwards, and discovered two very hard nipples. A fingertip ghosted over one of the pink nubs, making the rest of the body shiver violently. Slade's fingers soon came in contact with the note and, with a quick pull, he tugged it off and dropped it on the floor.
"Ouch! What-?" Robin hissed.
"Shhh…. Only a little note from your kidnapper… It says 'happy birthday', so be a nice little present now…" Slade cooed mockingly, but, amazingly, as soon as he started touching the teen again, Robin seemed to relax and resumed responding in the most delicious ways. As Slade watched the teen suck in his lower lip, gnawing on it to stop louder noises to escape, he decided he wanted to taste it himself. He quickly removed his mask and, since he liked to take his time and enjoy the moment, he bent down enough to nibble on Robin's throat.
The gasp now was fully audible, followed by a strangled;
"Slade!"
The man growled deep in his throat, working his way up the slender column of Robin's neck, until he reached the jaw line. The boy was panting deeper by now, and Slade could no longer resist the partially open mouth. As expected Robin tensed like a bowstring the moment their lips met. Not as expected, perhaps, was that a few seconds later, he started to kiss back. Hesitantly at first, but soon almost fervently, and Slade noticed that Robin had pushed himself up on his toes to be able to reach better.
If Robin had fought, if he had tried to get away, screamed, kicked… Slade wanted to believe that he would have been able to put a stop to this little game, but, to be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure. Now, however, he no longer hesitated. He didn't know what kind of drug there was in the teen's system, but he didn't care and didn't feel guilty about exploiting the situation. He couldn't very well be sentenced to hell twice, and, if that place existed, he had earned himself a ticket there long before this, he figured. In for a penny, in for a pound.
The two barely noticed the clatter of Slade's armour as he undid the pieces and let them fall to the floor. Robin only jumped a bit at the first clang, but then made a noise so needy, that Slade thought he would explode right then and there. Slade broke the kiss to remove his neck-plate and top, before pulling Robin flush against his, now naked, chest once more. The teen only barely reached it, but Slade soon enjoyed Robin's lips, tongue and teeth on his skin. The man slid his hands down Robin's back, over the firm, rounded mounds of his ass, and Robin bucked against him, making his arousal clearly known.
Slade noticed the blush on the teen's cheeks as he could do nothing but to pant helplessly and grind against the man he supposedly hated. The man in question grinned, and let his hands slide upwards only to return again, this time under the green tights. Slade pulled them off completely, crouching down on one knee to be able to pull them all the way down. Then he let his hands travel up the boy's long, slim, naked legs until his eye came to rest at the teen's covered crotch.
"And what do we have here…?" the man purred, as he started to explore the fabric of Robin's underwear. They were of a strange model, black, tight and small, looking more like Speedos than underwear… Speedos or panties… Slade knew, of course, that the reason was practical, there was a limited version of garments you could wear under tights after all, unless you wanted people to be able to make them out, but he found the small item of clothing incredible arousing, especially the way it was tented at the front. He slipped a finger under the waistband and pulled it out, only to let it snap back. Robin cried out and bucked against his face, a wet spot darkening the front of the already black cloth. Slade chuckled, the sound alone making Robin squirm and the spot grow.
Slade's fingers were back at the waistband, and, this time, he pulled the underwear off completely, making Robin's leaking, aroused, length bounce free. Slade studied it with interest. It was a good size for Robin's frame, and surrounded by short black hair, almost looking like it was trimmed. The skin around the patch was perfectly smooth, though, so Slade suspected it was natural.
"Now… what should I do with you…?" the man asked the teen, or, perhaps, the teen's twitching cock. Robin had, apart from undistinguishing noises and mumbles, been rather quiet, so it was surprising to hear him respond.
"Everything." he whispered.
"Would you care to repeat that?" Slade smirked.
"Everything!" Robin said, louder this time. "Anything! Please, Slade, pleAAAHHH!"
Delicious begging like that deserved a treat, and Slade's mouth had just provided one. Robin's legs suddenly came up around the man's shoulders, straddling them, and the hips bucked forward. Slade had to grab them to make sure he didn't suffocate. As soon as his grip let the boy know how to move, the man let go with one hand to search his belt before undoing it. He kept a container of vegetable-based oil in there, which would get very handy in a moment. He palmed the small bottle before letting the belt fall to the floor completely, and then he, slowly, stood up. Robin's breath hitched, but, looking up, Slade could see that he had the presence of mind to grab the chain for support. Slade didn't bother to undress any further; he merely unzipped his pants and pulled himself out, coating his length liberally with the oil.
Meanwhile Robin had started to buck more wildly, his heels thumping against Slade's back, and as Slade's slick fingers pushed against the teen's opening, the boy pushed away.
"No! No, stop…!" he begged, and the man growled. He wasn't about to stop now, but, as it turned out, neither was Robin. "I'm… I'm going to cum… don't want… yet…"
Slade chuckled, and, as Robin's legs unwound themselves he let the boy slide further down his body. Soon the slim, muscular legs were wrapped around Slade's waist instead.
They were kissing again, hungrily. The chain was slack enough now for Robin's hands to slide into Slade's hair and down to his chest, although they got no further. The teen whined slightly, tugging against them, as if there was something else he had wanted to reach, but to no avail.
Slade's hands were cupping the teen's ass, now and again letting a lubricated finger tease the entrance, making Robin try to push down, growling in frustration as Slade wouldn't let him. Soon he had been allowed to slide far enough down to have something else touching him, though.
"Oh!" the teen gasped, tensing and wriggling, in Slade's grip.
"Your first time?" Slade purred, nibbling at the shivering hero's neck.
"Mmhmm…" Robin groaned, somewhat affirmative, trying to push down a little more to meet the tantalizing pressure. This time Slade let him. He lowered his hands a bit and, for a moment, most of Robin's weight was balanced on the tip of the man's cock. Then the tight muscle gave away and the thick head pushed in.
Robin threw his head back and cried out, his thighs desperately tightening around the man's waist.
Slade had closed his eye, revelling in the feeling of Robin's body gripping the end of his shaft, clenching an unclenching, seemingly trying to drag him further inside. Slade was holding the teen steady, though, and, judging by the boy's firm grip on his waist and shoulders, Robin wasn't quite ready to proceed yet, either.
"Wishing someone else had been your first?" Slade teased him, but, again, he got a surprising answer.
"No… never…" Robin whispered, and started to slowly move a little. "Give… give me more…"
Slade, even though he normally wasn't the obeying type, immediately yielded to this wish, and lowered his hands a fraction again.
"Ah! More! Give… give me all of it! Please, Slade- AAAaahh!"
The teen had gotten what he asked for, and, judging by the sounds he was making, he didn't regret it. After just a moment of adjustment, Robin started to move, grinding against the man, lifting himself, only to sink down on Slade's throbbing pole again.
"F-fuck me…" the teen begged, and, again, Slade obeyed. He helped the teen lift himself higher, only to slam him back down to the hilt. Robin alternatively clung to Slade's shoulders or hung from the chains, urging him on with his cries of passion. As they were pressed together, Slade felt Robin's hardness digging into his stomach, drawing streaks of wet lines of pre-cum over it for every thrust, the contact making Robin buck even more wildly. Slade's hands were too busy to further the boy's pleasure, however, but, as their pace quickened, that didn't seem to matter.
"I'm gonna-!" was all the warning Slade got before his stomach was more thoroughly painted white, and then he couldn't hold back himself any longer, filling Robin to the brim with his seed.
They were still, the only movements were Robin trembling, as he had little orgasm aftershocks racking his body, bringing Slade's with it.
Slade chuckled shortly as the shivers died away.
"What's so funny?" the question from the teen was tired but curious.
"The note. It's not my birthday…"
"I know…" Robin said, and Slade watched the now slightly swollen lips quirk upwards. "It's mine."
The End.
A/N: I let you decide how this really happened and what might have happened afterwards… Did Robin really get kidnapped, or did he set things up himself? I wouldn't put it past him, the clever little bird… ;) Will Slade only leave him hanging (literary), or what? I don't know, but I doubt it… Ahhh… Slade… the ultimate birthday-present, huh? ;)