This sooooo won the "The Best Christmas Present Ever" votes for 1st of December… so here it is! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans but I still feel that I have the right to do this to them… I don't know… maybe I'm wrong…?
A/N: a review from Kawaii-kuro gave me this idea. So please don't blame ME! ;)
This could be the Terms-universe (not any specific time) or maybe the Black Sheep-universe, or it could be read as a free-standing story with a established Slade/Robin relationship.
Genre: Cracky fluffiness and smexy strangeness
Bedroom Fantasies
"You can't be serious?"
"Slade, please? I even got you a real one!"
"When I asked about secret fantasies, I had rather hoped for bondage or spanking…" the man growled.
"What so secret about that, we do that all the time!" Robin grinned at his lover. "Please, I know it's kinky and a little bit disturbed, but I'll promise I'll do anything you want while doing this!"
"Hmmmm…." Slade mumbled, eyeing the bundle in Robin's arms. "All right… but remember that promise…"
Robin was waiting impatiently for the man to finish in the bathroom, almost jumping on the bed as he did.
"Should I color my hair as well?" Slade drawled dryly from inside.
"Oh, no, it's not the face… it's the suit…" Robin tried to explain.
"This is really a real one?"
"Yes! I said I wanted to borrow it for a hospital benefit." Robin grinned at his own genius.
"It's a bit tight over the shoulders." Robin heard Slade mutter, making him grin.
"Bet it's tight in other places too, huh?" he called.
"Wouldn't you want to know?" Slade's voice sounded amused but very, very pleased. "Now, go out to the living room."
"What? Why?" Robin asked impatiently.
"Because I have to try walking, dressed like this. You don't want me to ruin your fantasy by tripping the first thing I do, would you?"
Robin winced.
"No…. okay, then, but hurry!"
"You'll get it when you'll get it…" Slade chuckled.
As Robin dragged his feet out to the living room, curious beyond belief and randy to the same amount, he spotted a belt from a bath robe one of them, probably he, had left on the floor. Robin grinned. Why do only half the fantasy, after all…?
A few minutes later, Slade stalked through the door in the kind of flurry his current outfit allowed. He spotted Robin on the couch, naked to the waist, and with his hands tied in front of him. Slade couldn't help but stop and leer.
"No-no-no, he wouldn't look like that!" Robin tutted with a smirk. "Play the game, Slade."
"And what's the game?" the man asked.
"Why, you have to rescue me of course!" Robin snorted and nodded to his bound wrists. "Look at me! All bound up and helpless!"
"That's what I was doing…" Slade muttered.
"Yes, but he wouldn't see it as an opportunity!" Robin frowned.
"Then he's an idiot." Slade smirked, making Robin grin.
"Yeah, yeah… now go back and come in again and let's do this right. And by the way…. You look hot."
"I'd better…" Slade muttered as he turned around, the cape fluttering behind him. "I can't believe the things I do for you…"
"Likewise…" Robin smirked. "But I end up loving most of them anyway…" His eyes had roamed over the man's body, dressed in the snug blue cloth, the red cape flaring and the red fabric at the crotch seemed tight indeed. The large 'S' emblem on Slade's chest blazed in the afternoon sun just before the man turned around fully, and Robin sighed in awe. Yes, he knew it was slightly disturbing to have his lover dress up as his childhood hero, but it could have been worse. It could have been the bat-suit.
Slade stormed through the door, and the concern on his face fooled even Robin for a second. The man hurried to his side, kneeling beside the couch.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, but please help me!" Robin's voice trembled in fear. "He- he tied me up, and he was going to… please, we need to get out of here! Now!"
"Don't worry, I'm here. Nothing bad is going to happen to you."
Define 'bad'… Robin grinned to himself, but otherwise stayed in character.
Slade reached for his bonds, which wasn't that tight, considering Robin had had to tie himself up, and, to the teen's surprise, the man grabbed the belt and ripped it apart. Robin's eyes were wide with real admiration. He forgot, sometimes, how strong Slade really was. Sure, Superman could do that to chains, but to compare them like that wasn't really fair since Kal-El wasn't even human.
"T-thank you!" Robin stuttered.
"Are you strong enough to walk?" Slade asked, his hand cupping Robin's cheek.
"I… I don't think so…" Robin mumbled meekly and leaned into the caress.
Slade slid his arms under Robin's back and knees, and lifted him easily. Robin wound his arms around the man's neck and rested his head against a wide shoulder, sighing rather happily.
"Who did this to you?" Slade growled, and Robin blinked up at him. He hadn't really considered the 'villain' behind his terrible predicament, but, as he did, he smirked, a tiny, tiny bit.
"Oh, an awful man called Slade!" he whispered, looking around in fear of said cur.
"Awful, huh? Not awesome? Ruggedly handsome?" Slade muttered, and Robin slapped his shoulder in warning.
"Oh no, not at all! He is an evil, bloodthirsty old goat, and I think he wanted to… I think he wanted to touch me!" Robin's eyes were wide as he apparently considered a fate worse than death. The quick smirk on Slade's face told Robin that he'd pay for that remark, but the teen only fluttered his eyelashes innocently.
"That's terrible! I will find this man, and-"
"No! No, please just take me to safety?" Robin begged. "I'm scared, I don't want to be alone!"
"Very well, as you wish." Slade said jovially, and carried Robin through to the bedroom. He was lowered, very gently, down onto their bed, but Robin didn't quite let go of the man's neck, forcing Slade to sit down and hover over him.
"Don't leave me..?" Robin's plea sounded so pathetic and sincere that Slade would have felt moved if he was a different kind of man.
"Never." he said instead, very seriously. The light in Robin's eyes told him the teen had interpreted the tone correctly.
"Is… is there anything I can do to… to thank you…?" Robin looked up at him shyly in a way which made Slade's crotch even tighter.
"I do need to ask you some questions… I'm afraid they might get rather personal…" Slade said with a faux look of concern on his face.
"O-okay?" Robin whispered.
"I need to find out if the man really planned to do anything criminal to you…" Slade said, deciding that logic and common sense had no business in a fantasy.
"Oh, I'm sure he did!" Robin exclaimed breathlessly. "He looked at me, and he… when he tied me up, he…" Robin actually managed to blush, which impressed Slade to no end.
"He did what? You can tell me… trust me…" Slade almost cooed.
"He… he touched my chest…" Robin whimpered.
"He did? The bastard!" Slade barked, chuckling on the inside. "Still, it might have been an accident…How did he do it? Like this?" Slade's hand brushed Robin's shoulder lightly and innocently.
"N-no, he…" Robin was clearly so traumatized he couldn't speak. His hero was more than willing to help, though.
"Like… this?" Slade's fingers explored Robin's chest now, in more detail.
"M-mmmhhmm…." Robin agreed. "And then he… he touched my…. my nipples…"
"Like this?" Slade's fingers circled a nipple each, before pinching them softly.
"Y-yes, harder…" Robin begged… or instructed, whatever the case might be. Slade obliged, making Robin arch his back.
"You know, the nipples are a very sensitive area. The skin is very thin and delicate. I don't want to scare you, but it's possible this horrible man had traces of something toxic on his hands, and those substances might now be on your chest."
"Oh, no! What can we do!?" Robin sobbed.
"The hospital is too far away, we might not reach it in time…" Slade said, totally disregarding the fact that he was supposed to be faster than a speeding bullet. "And there is noting to wash you with…" he continued, this time conveniently forgetting the en-suite bathroom. "There is only one way… but I'm afraid it could be quite an ordeal for you… it might even be painful… but the fact is… I have to remove the toxins with my tongue."
"It's… it's all right… I'll… I'll manage…" the poor, brave, teen breathed.
"Just tell me if it becomes too much…" Slade told him solemnly.
Robin nodded, biting his lower lip as he prepared for the onslaught.
Slade, to make sure he got all the 'toxins' out, naturally, started at Robin's right shoulder, nipping and licking his way over the teen's chest. He, of course, paid extra attention to the nipples, until Robin was panting and squirming underneath him.
"I… I forgot something!" the teen suddenly exclaimed.
"What's that? Try to remember everything, it might be important!" Slade urged him.
"He… the man…. He wanted me to touch him as well."
"I understand. You need to show me. Use my body, I promise I won't take offence." Slade said kindly.
"Th-thank you…" Robin whispered bashfully, and then tentatively reached out for Slade's chest. "He… he wanted me to touch him here…." Robin's hands fluttered over the blue-clad chest, and then downwards. "and… and here…" the teen continued, exploring Slade' abs. "And… and here…" the hand landed on the front of Slade's crotch, massaging slightly, before Robin snatched his hand away with a gasp. "So-something's wrong! You--- you feel strange!"
"What?" Slade asked, almost snapping out of character for a moment.
"You… you are all hard!" Robin piped up, like he had never experienced such a strange thing.
"I am?" Slade said, pretending the same.
"Yes, and… ohhh… I… I think I am too!" Robin sounded close to tears again, his voice shaking with fear.
"Let me see…" Slade offered generously, and cupped Robin through his jeans.
Robin's hips bucked and he moaned, looking even more terrified as he did.
"What… what is happening?"
"It must be the poison!" Slade realized. "I thought it wouldn't affect me, but I was clearly wrong."
"What- what can we do? Are we dying?" Robin gasped.
"We might very well be, if we don't hurry." Slade said seriously. "I need you to be very, very brave for me now… I'm going to have to suck the poison out."
Robin's eyes grew impossible larger.
"You'll… you'll do that for me? But… but what if it hurts you more?"
"It won't, I'm sure it will only help." Slade said, again telling logic to go to hell.
"Then… then... okay…" Robin said, clearly unsure. "You'll… you'll be careful?"
"Of course I will. Lie back now, try to relax… I need to remove your trousers…" After doing so gently, which was quite a feat, since Robin was squirming in a most delicious way, making Slade want to just rip the clothing off him, the teen was finally sprawled on the bed, naked, blushing and looking as shy as a real virgin. Slade loved it. This was definitely a game they had to play again. He slowly lowered his head, as so not to scare the delicate thing, and licked the head of Robin's straining erection.
Soon the room was filled with moans and whimpers.
"I… I feel all funny…" Robin gasped almost incoherently after a while.
"That means it is working, just let it happen." Slade explained as he took a short break.
"I… oh! Yes! Yes! Yeeees!" Robin cried, arching almost completely off the bed as he filled Slade's mouth.
After a moment of recuperation, Robin sat up and reached for Slade.
"We… we need to help you, as well…" he said, still breathing hard.
"Thank you, I seem to be rather severely poisoned…" Slade deadpanned. "You are not cured, however, I just got most of the toxics out."
"Is… isn't there anything we can do?" Robin pleaded.
"Yes, I think so. The essence you left in my mouth seems to be part of the antidote." Slade explained, cleverly not explaining how he knew this fact.
"Then… it will help me if I swallow it?" Robin asked, reaching for his prize.
"I am not so sure." Slade said sadly, shaking his head. "You are more vulnerable to the poison than I am, so if this is to work, my essence needs to be deposited somewhere else."
"Wh-where?" Robin asked fearfully.
"You know when you are sick and the doctor takes your temperature?" Slade tiptoed around the answer.
"It… it has to go in my… in my bottom?" Robin's lower lip quivered cutely.
"I'm afraid so. No choice." Slade sighed sorrowfully. "Please help to take my clothes off? It might get worse if I touch it."
Robin nodded, and tried not to seem too eager, as he managed to get the tights down just enough. He gasped appropriately as Slade's length sprung free, and reverently closed his hand around its base.
"It's… it's so big… won't… won't it hurt me? Please, please don't do this? Isn't there any other way?" he pleaded, big blue eyes again shining with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry, but there's no time!" Slade explained hurriedly. "Turn around on your hands and knees. There you go, good boy."
Robin whimpered and sobbed, but hung his head, accepting his fate, only to yelp as a cold, slick finger probed at his entrance.
"It's only some lubrication, to help the antidote to go in…" Slade soothed him.
"I… I don't like it, take it out!" Robin sobbed hysterically.
"All right, but you know what's coming next is much bigger, don't you?" Slade warned sternly.
"Y-yes sir… please… please just do it?"
Slade did as he was asked, positioning himself before pushing at the tight opening. Robin moaned and cried very convincingly, but also pushed back against him eagerly. As soon as he was in, Slade buried himself completely in one thrust, making Robin's arms buckle. Holding the teen up by his hips, the man set a quick and brutal pace. He was trying to save the teen's life, after all…
"Oh… oh, yes, I'm…I'm so full! Please! Harder!" Robin begged, perhaps breaking character, but none of them cared anymore.
Slade changed to deeper thrusts, but didn't slow down. He slipped a hand around Robin's hips and found the teen hard again. It didn't take much to bring him over the top, and Slade followed very willingly.
They both panted, entangled with each other, for several minutes before any of them even considered moving. After considering it, though, they decided not to.
"You… were amazing…" Robin panted.
"Likewise." Slade offered. "I think we need to do that again."
"Definitely. Pity we only have the suit for a week."
"Do we need it?" Slade asked.
Robin turned around in his arms and grinned mischievously.
"Nah… you know you are my real hero, don't you?"
"I'm as much a hero as you are a poor defenseless virgin… a rather dumb one at that, I might add."
"Ha! What about you, mister 'you need to take the medicine anally'"
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Slade leered.
"Nu-huh, I'm getting all affected again…" Robin smirked back.
"Oh, well… guess you just need another dose…" Slade grinned and flipped his lover over. A hero's work is never done, he assumed.
The End.
A/N: how many thought it was the Bat-suit in the beginning? Come on, raise a hand! I thought so. Dirty, dirty readers… ;)