Disclaimer: even if the Titan's WERE mine, I shouldn't be allowed to do this to them… Really, I should be ashamed of myself. After an idea from Kawaii-Kuro, which was too awesome to pass up… I'm not sure this drabble matches it, but I did try…

Warning: This is crack. OOC-ness is to be expected.

Probe This!

They should have known. Really. When you have been exposed to one strange device which explodes with an eerie bright light, but you end up unharmed, you should be suspicious when it happens again. Someone dropped the ball, though, and the Titans never did a complete health scan. They felt fine, so they were fine. Just like last time.

Slade was pretty proud of himself. Even if the Titans had looked closer, it wasn't certain they would have found anything. The probes, this time, were even smaller, and they didn't attack the bloodstream, they went directly to the brain. Slade hoped his experiments would give him control over the heroes, thus eliminating an annoying threat and, possibly, gain an efficient workforce in the process. His eye was, naturally, focused on one of the Titans especially; Robin. This time there was no way the young man would be able to escape from his fate.

But Slade had missed something. He had tested his probes on mice and then a homeless man, who now could quote Shakespeare and preferred lemon in his tea, while the mice roamed the city, hunting down cats, but Slade didn't realize that the Titan's brains were different; they were teenagers. The teenage brain is not fully developed, too flushed with growth- and sexual hormones to, let's be honest here, function very well. This was true even in the world of meta-humans and aliens; puberty spared no one. The probes, however, loved this extra activity and encouraged it. The results were… interesting.

Slade rather liked Robin. He wouldn't want an apprentice he disliked, after all. He liked Robin's serious mood, the way he could quietly ponder something for hours, and even the way he sometimes exploded when he was provoked too far. Slade liked Robin's intellect, his reserve, his mature conduct. A pity his probes were very busy undermining all this. It wasn't obvious in the beginning, however…

Robin noticed something wrong with Beast Boy first. Messing up the pillows in the sofa was nothing new… humping them, though… whenever the changeling turned into a puppy, Robin and the others had to shake him off their legs. He didn't even seem that embarrassed. When he thought about it, Robin wasn't that embarrassed either, he just thought it was a bit weird.

The second thing on the growing list of weirdness was Raven giggling. This action should have made Robin send an SOS to the Justice League, but he wasn't thinking all too clearly at the moment. Raven giggled at stupid comedy shows on TV, she giggled at pretty pictures of fluffy bunnies and kittens, she giggled at Beast Boy's jokes… most of all, though, she giggled in Starfire's room. Where she and the alien locked themselves in. Often. Robin smelled a rat, and it wasn't Beast Boy. Not this time. The cheese had had a traumatic experience that morning, though.

Cyborg was acting weird too. He seemed to be hooked up to the internet more often, and he bought an insanely amount of calendars with half-naked women sprawling on cars… Robin wasn't sure, however, if the teen looked at the girls or the vehicles. When he filled his entire hard-drive with porn and mechanical blue-prints, to the point where he wasn't able to talk without something adult-rated coming out, Robin had had enough. Something was wrong. Luckily, the teen thought, he hadn't been effected, and was all ready to save his team, no problem. The question was… from what? Whenever there was a big threat to the Titan's however, the teen knew who to blame; Slade.

The man in question was blissfully unaware of how his little probes were affecting the heroes. He hadn't even activated them yet, waiting for the right moment, not knowing that the little buggers had developed a will of their own.

When Slade's security-cameras saw Robin hunting through old abandoned warehouses in the night, all by himself, the man thought that moment had come. He wouldn't just press the button, though… no, he had to meet the teen first… gloat a bit… maybe fight a bit even, get him all riled up… that would make Robin bowing to him all the more sweeter. Slade smiled wickedly under his mask, as he set out to hunt the bird down. Being evil felt so good.

Slade materialized from the shadows in front of Robin in his annoying 'I'm the bad guy so I'm a natural at cool entrances'-way. Robin wasn't impressed. No, really. 'Impressed' didn't fit. Other words might, but Robin ignored them for now and settled on 'angry', since that was a well known feeling when dealing with Slade.

"What did you do to my team?" he snarled, crunching into a fighting stance.

Slade blinked. Robin couldn't have figured it out, could he? Not that the teen wasn't smart, but the man was sure the probes were too well hidden this time.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Robin." the man therefore said, feeling rather innocent for once.

"Like hell you don't! They are all acting weird, and it's your fault!" Robin had had enough talking and lashed out with a well-aimed kick, which Slade, however, blocked. The fight was on, and the rats of the old building had a rather interesting show for once. It was about to get more interesting.

Slade had caught Robin around the waist, which meant that the teen would try one of two things; slam his head backwards, which would work, if Slade hadn't been wearing a metal mask, or kick the man's shins with his heels, which also was a good move, if Slade hadn't had amour on. Still, Robin, out of pure habit, always tried. Not this time however.

Suddenly the probes in Robin's mind, which had stubbornly been held back to having a minimum of influence, thanks to the teen's self control, decided it was time to attack on a full scale. Robin's body went almost limp.

Slade thought he had accidently pressed down on a nerve or something, causing Robin's state, and was more than a little surprised at the teen leaned his head back against his chest and moaned.

"Lower…" Robin gasped.

"Excuse me?" Slade wanted to look around for the cameras.

"Lower… touch me… lower…" The teen, growing impatient with the man, simply pulled at his hand until it was… better situated. Robin moaned again and grinded into Slade's palm. "Yeeeeesss… so good…." he gasped.

"Oh, my…" Life almost never managed to surprise Slade, but it did now. With a vengeance. The man had no idea how to handle it.

Robin was free from Slade's original hold on him now, but he seemed to prefer not to be, and as Slade even took a step back, the teen followed. It the rats had known about such things, they might have been tempted to describe what followed as some sort of a dance. A dance where one partner was trying for an intimate slow-dance, and the other felt that an arm's length apart was the way to go. Both were equally stubborn.

After a few minutes Slade started to realize that this wasn't a joke, that there was, in fact, something wrong.

"I'm taking you back to my headquarters." he growled, grabbing Robin's arm. The teen just grinned eagerly. Slade sighed at the sight. It wasn't that he didn't want to make Robin's little fantasy come true, exactly, but the situation raised far too many questions, among other things…

Having Robin very willingly following him was another strange occurrence. The teen's hands were getting annoying, though.

"Robin, grab my ass one more time and I'll tie you up!"

The boy's only reaction was that he seemed to have a small mental orgasm and then get even more eager. Slade sighed.

"We're almost there, hurry up!" the man barked.

Robin, seemingly expecting great things upon arrival, did.

Slade brought the teen to his lab and started to look through a few notes, weighing his options. As he turned around, Robin was half naked.

"Put your clothes back on." Slade said sternly.

"Why?" Robin seemed perplexed.

"Because I like it that way." Slade fought an urge to roll his eye, but the little lie seemed to fool Robin, because he started pulling his pants back up. His chest was still bare, though. His very lean chest with pink, eager little nipples and abs just starting to come in really nicely, not to speak of the hip-bones jutting up from- no. Slade shook his head. He needed to focus.

"Get on the bed." The man said, pointing to a hospital bed in the middle of the room. "No, sit on it." he had to clarify a moment later.

Robin muttered impatiently, but sat up.

"Now, listen to me very carefully, Robin… you said something was wrong with the Titans… what was it, exactly? What happened?"

Slade had come to stand right in front of Robin, something he soon regretted, because the teen's hands were a moment later roaming over his front. On the other hand, the teen seemed to be thinking, the way he furrowed his brow and worried his bottom lip. Well. He seemed to be thinking about something.

"Robin?"

"Huh? Oh, the Titans? They… yeah, well were a bit strange, yeah…" the hero said without seeming too worried at all.

"How?"

"Hmmm? They just… did…"

"Focus, or I will kick you out!" Slade growled.

Robin sat up straight and snatched his hands away.
"Best Boy is humping things, Starfire and Raven locks themselves in Star's room and Cy just downloads porn." The words rushed out of the teen's mouth.

"I see… And when did you first notice this?"

Robin mentioned a date a few days after the arranged explosion and Slade started muttering to himself.

"It seems you were right. It is my fault." the man said.

Robin just gaped at him for a moment and then smiled a bit.

"It's okay… I forgive you…" the teen said and drew himself close.

Slade realized that he was actually being hugged surprisingly late. The reason for this was that it was such a rare occasion, and hugged and forgiven…? He couldn't honestly say he remembered that ever happening.

He pulled away and slumped in a chair to do some thinking. His fingers were tapping the arm-rests erratically, as he stared at the opposite wall.

He had achieved his goal, no question about that. The Titans were no longer a threat to him. True, they could no longer be used as an asset either… It was the lack of control which annoyed him, Slade realized as he patted Robin's hair absentmindedly. He had designed these probes so he could control the teens, not let them get this out of contr-… Slade suddenly sat up. Patting Robin's hair? He looked down, and the teen was there, alright, between his knees, very busy trying to get his pants open.

"Robin, stop!" Slade hated himself a little right then.

"But, I…"

"I'm trying to think about how to control your friends, and you, so please stop interrupting me." The man almost begged.

"Can't you do both?" Robin grinned.

"It doesn't bother you? The Titans are doomed, and all you want to do is suck me off?" Slade usually didn't use this kind of crude language, but he felt the situation warranted it.

"That's not all I want to do!" Robin objected with a leer, and then he frowned. "And yeah… it does… a bit… but I can't seem to focus on it right now."

"And, as I said, that's my fault." Slade said, trying to make Robin see that point again. Robin was more interested in seeing another one, and his hands started reaching for Slade's zipper again. "Maybe I should fuck you…" Slade muttered. "And then give you the antidote… then we'll see how happy you are about things…"

"Yes, let's try that?" Robin suggested.

"Or I'll give you the antidote first…" Slade smirked under his mask now.

"That works for me too!" Robin didn't care as long as the end-result was the same.

"Very well…" Slade always had a back-up plan and a simple shot in the arm would take care of the probes in a matter of minutes.

Half an hour later Robin was still pawing him.

Slade was proud of his self-control, but there were limits. He stood up.

"Seems like you'll stay this way, so there's no reason not to make you happy…" he drawled.

"Yes!" Robin punched the air and eagerly got to his feet as well.

"Yes, there is obviously permanent brain-damage…" Slade muttered.

"What was that, Slade?" Robin asked.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." the man sighed.

"Oh, good. Bedroom?" the teen asked.

"This way."

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Robin was naked. Slade didn't know how that had happened, but he soon got a demonstration of the teen's surprisingly fast undressing-skills as they were used on him. Robin was clinging and grinding against him like a sex-crazed animal, not that Slade minded anymore, but still. Suddenly the man felt a sharp pinch on his ass, and it didn't feel like it was caused by fingers.

"What-?" he started, as his legs suddenly got numb. He fell back on the bed, barely able to move at all, staring up a grinning hero, who was twirling a syringe between his fingers.

"This? Just a sedative I saw in the lab, Slade. Good of you to keep everything clearly labeled." The boy had withdrawn his communicator, and, judging by the clicking sound emitting from it, he was taking pictures.

"You… how long…?" The man found it difficult to form words, they sounded slow and slurred.

"Oh, the antidote worked rather quickly…" Robin shrugged. "There, I think these photos will make you think twice before you mess with the Titans again, won't they?"

Slade managed a glare through his mask, and a small nod. If those pictures got out, his credibility would be destroyed.

Robin smirked. "Thank you, by the way. I'll be taking the rest of the antidote back to my team now. Be back in thirty minutes."

"Back?"

"Yes, well… the sedative will have started to wear off by then…" Robin looked like he was trying to explain a very simple matter to a rather slow child. "And, after all, I'm still horny…"

The End

A/N: yeah, amazing idea, still not sure I really did it justice… And yes, I added a camera to the communicator... I figudes since it's IMPOSSIBLE to get a cell-phone without one, the Titan's com must have one as well... I mean, it can send live-feed, so... concider it updated! ;) Oh, but… but what is this? It seemed there is something more after this A/N… A special feature! How strange…

Special feature:

A/N: I love how the story ended, I did… buuuut…. I couldn't help but wonder what happened afterwards, and, to find out, I had to write it… I also had to try the "angry sex" Red and Speedy raved about after their little box… err... crate adventure… so warning for that! So…. if you are happy with the story as it is, skip this part. If you wanna know all the dirty stuff… please continue…

Probe This! - the Hidden Pages

Twenty-four minutes and 12 seconds. That's what it took for Robin to return. Slade counted. The little bastard again started undressing as soon as he entered the room.

"I'll have you know that my team is all right and the pictures are safe. If I don't send a code in two hours or less, they will be broadcast all over the world."

"I could torture you to get the code and send it myself, before I kill you." Slade growled.

"Awww…" Robin crawled into bed, naked, straddling his hips, grinding his ass against the man's crotch. "You're just no fun, are you? Really, Slade, I win once and you get all pissed? I'm going to let you fuck me for god's sake!"

"I'm a sore loser." the man muttered.

"And I'd like to be a sore winner…" Robin grinned. "Now, come on, I know the drug is almost completely out of your system now, I could feel your legs tense as I climbed on…"

"Not interested, boy." Slade sneered. "Get out of here."

"Not interested? That's strange…" Robin's hips moved again. "Feels like you're interested."

"Only a natural bodily response." Slade snorted and crossed his arms. He didn't move any more than that, though, and Robin grinned.

"If you really didn't want this, I would be a bloody stain on the wall by now…" he smirked, not sounding scared by the possibility at all. "But, okay… I'm leaving. Just let me apologize first…" he added and started to move down. The part of Slade's anatomy that had so rudely given the man's interest away, was soon showered by kisses with lips and tongue. "I'm very… very… very… sorry…" Robin claimed, between licks.

"Less talking, more sucking." Slade growled.

"Yes, sir!" Robin smiled widely. "I didn't take your mask off, though, that was good of me, wasn't it?"

"If my cock doesn't hit the back of your throat in three seconds, I will throw you out of here…" Slade warned. He noticed a flash of pleasure in Robin's eyes at his words, and the teen soon did his best to obey. The man smirked. "Sooo… the cocky little bird likes to be told what to do?"

There was a hum of agreement from Robin, the vibration adding to pleasure of the tight, hot, wetness.

"I think I can work with that…" Slade smirked. "Deep-throat me."

Robin looked up disbelievingly, raising his head enough to talk.

"Are you kidding? I'll choke!"

"Yes, and I really care. I'll send flowers to your funeral if you're good enough, though…" the man smirked and grabbed Robin's hair. "Now be a good boy and do as I say."

The teen obediently opened his mouth, and soon Slade's cock was again pressing against the back of his throat. Slade tightened his hold and thrust in further. He smiled at the choking noises Robin made, before the teen swallowed around Slade's length and started to learn how to handle the intrusion.

"Watch the teeth or I'm going to make sure you'll feel it later." The man warned him, and Robin made a noise between a purr and a growl.

Slade fucked the teen's throat hard and fast, until he was on the brink. He didn't want to come quite yet, however, that would be to let the Titan off easily, something he surely didn't deserve, so he pulled out.

Robin sat up, gasping for breath, and then Slade noticed how achingly hard the lithe hero was. He had enjoyed the rough treatment, that much was very clear. Well, the man figured, there was more to come.

"You were… acceptable." Slade sneered behind his mask.

"Please, you were this close to blowing your load down my throat." Robin smirked and the distance between his thumb and forefinger was minute.

"Yes, what a horrible thought that must be for you…" Slade drawled.

"Yeah, 'cause that's not where I want it…" Robin grinned and advanced up the bed again.

"Very well, I'll fuck you. You have fifteen seconds to find something to use for lube, or I'm going to take you dry." Slade growled.

Robin laughed and jumped off the bed, heading for his belt.

"Never leave home without it…" he smirked and produced a bottle of thick oil.

"You brought it especially, didn't you?" Slade couldn't help but sound amused, the young man was really something after all.

"Of course I did, I didn't want to be left with your choices for lubrication, whatever those would be."

"I had rather hoped that you would panic, run to the bathroom and only find toothpaste…" Slade chuckled, his mirth growing as he saw Robin's horrified expression.

"You are truly evil, aren't you?" the teen asked breathlessly.

"Yes. Now, I'm done waiting. Get on the bed."

"Pushy, pushy, pushy…" Robin smirked as he slowly crawled onto the bed once more.

"Sounds like someone doesn't want any preparation…" Slade muttered.

"I thought you were evil, not cruel…" Robin arched an eyebrow.

"I'm a little bit of both." Slade told him and grabbed his arm, pulling him down on his back next to him. "Lube up your fingers and start preparing yourself." he ordered.

"You're not going to help?" Robin pouted.

"It's the fucking part I'm interested in, not the foreplay." Slade told him.

"I can tell. You suck at it." Robin muttered.

"Complain later. You'll have something to whine about when you try to walk out of here." Slade told him with a deep chuckle. "Now get going, or I'm going to start anyway."

The man delighted in the blush on the teen's cheeks as Robin parted his legs and slowly, biting his lip, pushed first one, then another, finger into himself, before starting to move them slowly. The man amused himself by torturing one of the teen's nipples, pinching and rolling it between his fingers until it was rock hard and dark red. He would have loved to take it between his lips, but he wouldn't take his mask off, not without blindfolding his little soon-to-be lover first, at least. That would have to wait to another time, if such an event would occur.

"You are surprisingly arrogant for a virgin…" Slade purred a moment later.

"Wh-what? I- I'm not…!" Robin started to object.

"Sure you're not… the way you barely can take even two of your own fingers, tells me you have had loads of experience…" Slade said sarcastically.

"I can take more!" Robin hissed, and pushed a third in.

"Really?" Slade purred.

"Yeah!"

"Not scared at all then?" Slade slathered some lube into his palm and started to stroke his length so Robin could see.

Robin snorted, but worried his bottom lip again.

"No. 'course not!" he huffed.

"That's a good thing then, because I'm not going to wait any longer." Slade growled and rolled on top of him. He spread Robin's legs wide and pushed forward, finding his target. Robin barely had time to get his fingers out, before the tip of Slade's cock pushed into him.

"That's- That's all you got?" Robin gasped a moment later, making Slade laugh cruelly, and slam the rest of his length in. After getting some of his breath back, Robin managed a weak "That's b-better…"

Slade set a fast pace almost from the beginning, but to his astonishment Robin soon started to match his strokes.

"Ye-yes- I- knew you… you were good for something…" Robin panted.

"Likewise." Slade growled, prying Robin's legs, which were around his hips now, off, and hoisting them over his shoulders instead, so he could go deeper. The way the teen's fingers dug into the mattress, told him that he could feel it. He didn't sound like he disproved, however.

They challenged each other to go faster and deeper, and none of them wanted to be the first to come. In the end Robin cried out and arched his back, painting his chest and stomach with white lines, at the same time as Slade grunted and did a few last hard thrusts, before pulling out and rolling over on his back next to the teen, breathing hard.

"There. Get out." he growled after a while.

"Believe me, I am." Robin snorted, but didn't move much. "In a moment." the teen added truthfully.

"Good. Don't come back."

"Don't mess with us any more, or I'll have to… And kick your ass again." Robin smirked.

"It's your ass that got pounded here." Slade reminded him smugly.

"Oh, yes, and with a bit of practice you might get good at it one of these days." Robin snickered.

"Be careful what you wish for, brat." Slade growled.

None of them had moved an inch thus far, but, after a minute or two, Robin started to sit up, wincing as he did.

"You might have done a better job than I thought…" the teen reluctantly admitted, making Slade chuckle.

"Maybe it's you who need the practice?" he suggested.

"In your dreams, Slade." Robin snarled and pulled his tights up.

"Oh, admit it Robin, if I told you to, you'd come right back to bed again." Slade smirked under his mask.

"No way in hell, Slade." Robin snorted and finished up by clicking his belt shut around his waist. The teen walked briskly towards the door and then hesitated a moment, glancing back over his shoulder. "Soo… what are you doing tomorrow?"

The (other) End

A/N: *snickers* Writing angry consensual sex was rather fun! I recommend it! Why not spend some of the holidays trying it, and please tell me when it's up so I can read it… ;)