Happy birthday Shinigami Nanashi, and happy Valentines to the rest of you! Yes, I know I have been quiet since New Years, I've hit a bit of a block, but I AM twiddling with a chaptered story or two!
Here is a COLLECTION of Valentines stories, from DIFFERENT universes, and freestanding as well… we are going to visit the universes of Terms (duh!), Precious Gift (!) and "The Best… Ever!", all in this file, so scroll down…
Valentines Day Off
Universe: freestanding
Genre: PWP (plot, what plot?), smut
Valentines. A time of utter craziness, as far as Robin was concerned. He had dodged the whole day, leaving the strange and scary fan-valentines letters and invitations to his team to sort through. Yes. It was evil, but he was the leader, damnit! He should have some benefits. Not having to open sticky letters was part of it. Sticky with glitter-glue. If he was lucky.
He had told the team a rather large fib about personal business and taken off, enjoying the whole day as a private citizen, visiting a lot of the museums and exhibitions he rarely had the time to see, unless someone broke in. It was now getting dark, and he had taken refuge up on a roof, to avoid bumping into all the couples, holding hands on their way to restaurants, the park or some motel, or whatever…
Tomorrow quite a few men would wake up with a silly grin on their faces… and, knowing the stupid ways of some people, quite a few STD's.
Robin chuckled evilly to himself.
"Hmmm… why the delightful sound?" someone asked behind him.
Robin tensed. He knew the man by the voice, of course, and would normally spin around to face him. Just one problem. He wasn't wearing his mask.
What to do? It was dark and he hadn't spiked his hair, so it was hanging quite far down over his eyes, which was good. But not good enough. Maybe the man would just go away if he ignored him? Robin snorted to himself. Not likely. Soo…. In the end he decided to play the friendly card. The man wasn't used to that. It might confuse him.
"Hi, Slade… Was just thinking that after a night like this, one might make good money having a private medical practice… a very confidential one, if you get my drift…"
"So cynical, Robin? No date?" the man behind him asked. Robin's whole body itched in the need to face him. Having his back against his enemy was so very, very bad in so many ways… he rather deserved to be dead now, actually.
"No, but not from lack of offers." Robin snorted. "I just think that running around all gooey eyed and buying cards and flowers and candy, just because some guy got himself killed for a stupid reason…" Robin shrugged, and leaned on the, about chest high, brick partition in front of him, looking over it, down onto the street, pretending to be relaxed.
"Actually, there were two saint-" Slade started, but Robin cut him off.
"Yes, yes, I know. I looked it up last year, just to try to justify the amount of used condoms I got sent to me… It failed."
There was a snort, sounding very much like a laugh, behind him, and Robin again fought the urge to turn around.
"Ah, it was around this time last year you… 'came out', wasn't it? You must have made a lot of young men very happy. Apparently."
"Yes, and I thought it would get the crazy girls off my back… turns out guys are just as bad. I think I'll be a monk." Robin sighed, having no idea why he told the man these things… on the other hand, it was kind of fun…
"Would be a shame." Slade sighed.
"Yeah. Right." Robin muttered, feeling his stomach flutter a bit at the man's tone of voice. He wasn't serious, was he? "Errr… soo… Slade? Nice talking to you, and all, but don't you have something better to do?" he asked, hoping the villain would take the obvious hint and disappear.
"Besides waiting for you to turn around? No… don't think so… not often one catches one's favorite bird without his mask."
Fuck! Robin had hoped, against hope, that the villain hadn't realized that he was unmasked, even though he wore civilian clothes. And did he have a spare mask on him? No. He had forgotten it on his bed that morning…
"Well… it's your lucky day, then…" he muttered. "Say, I'll turn around if you'll give me your mask… deal?"
Slade chuckled.
"Who says I'm wearing one?"
"Yes, Slade. I'm very stupid, so I'm going to fall for that …" Robin snorted.
"Oh, I know you're not stupid. I'm rather impressed with your knowledge, actually. Especially listening to you discussing Degas with that woman at the Jump Art Museum today…"
"You… you were there?"
"Standing right behind you… just like now…" the man's voice deepened at this time, into something of a purr, and Robin could actually feel the man close behind him. Close, but not quite touching.
"Great. A stalker just added to my love for this holiday…." Robin growled.
"I happened to see you walk in. I admit my curiosity got the better of me, but you can hardly blame me for that."
"I can't? Damn. My whole case against you was rather riding on that…" Robin still refused to look back. The fact that the man had recognized him as a civilian and seen his face in bright daylight would make his life more difficult from now on, but his stubborn side refused to give in. His curious side fought bravely for that cause, however.
"I wonder…" Slade purred and moved closer, now actually touching, "what it would take to make you turn around?"
"What are you offering?" Robin shot back, a lot more cocky when he felt. The man's front was starting to press into him, and, as he was leaning forwards slightly, their bodies met in a very sensitive area.
"All you can take…" Slade drawled, and before Robin could straighten completely, Slade's arms were on either side of his own, pressing him further against the wall in front of him.
"How romantic of you. Don't tell me those condoms were from you too?"
"No, I like to impress you in person."
"You can try."
"I intend to."
Robin bit his own tongue, stopping himself from replying again. The stupid thing had done much too much damage already. Why did everything that he said sound flirty when it came to Slade? Damn, even while fighting the man last month he had said that he liked his hard arms around him, or something along that line… it had been more than a little embarrassing, especially since his team heard it. Sure, he had insisted it was a joke, and not even Raven seemed to even imagine it being something else, but… was there? Slade's body pressed firmly into his now, and Robin felt nothing like padding or armor… actually the only hard thing- oh.
Robin let out a little gasp of air.
"Impressed yet?" Slade mumbled into his ear. Right into his ear. His breath hot and-
'oh' squared.
Robin clutched the brick wall as Slade's lips pressed against his throat. The man really was unmasked, then! He could feel a short beard against his neck, tickling him.
Opportunity! Two voices inside Robin's head screamed at once, but both for different reasons. Really good reasons. Both of them.
"We're on a roof!" Robin objected. It might not have been the clearest and best objection in the history of protests, but it was good for one reason: it was the only one he came up with at the moment.
"Turn around, and I'll consider relocating us." Slade chuckled, clearly not discouraged at all.
"No!" The stubborn side just discovered that curiosity was not the only part of Robin opposing him. It seemed to be joined by a whole army of libido, armed to its teeth. Stubbornness was still standing firm, however, to the bitter end.
"Very well, I can make do…" the man gave a mock sigh, and suddenly his hands left their resting-place on the low wall, and started exploring Robin instead. Most of Robin liked this. His stubborn side started to look around for a white flag. His logical side, however, which had been rather still and quiet through all this, raised a question.
"What… why are you…?" Robin started, wondering how Slade had been able to find his nipples so fast through his shirt.
"Because I want to. That should be the only reason for anyone to do anything…." Slade hummed smugly.
"What if… I don't…?" Robin objected again, his stubbornness and pride uniting for one last stand.
"Oh, but you do…" Slade told him firmly, and slid one of his hands down to Robin's groin, proving his point beyond any doubt.
Pride, stubbornness and logic were then executed for terrorist acts against the body.
Robin moaned and pushed into Slade's hand, wishing he wasn't wearing jeans.
Damn, thick material!
The fingers that had been teasing his nipple, wandered upwards, and then there was a hold on his chin, turning it. Robin didn't fight it, there was, after all, nothing left to fight with, and instead turned with the movement, glimpsing a face before lips claimed his, and Robin closed his eyes.
In the stupid romance novels Starfire and Raven read, and Robin had snuck a glimpse or two of in secret, there was always a kiss. Same thing in the movies. The couple could be as far apart as it was possible to get, but then there was a kiss and everything changed. Robin had always rolled his eyes at the idea of weak-in-the knees mumbo-jumbo, but this… this was it… They were moving, Robin then realized, but their lips hardly separated. A door was opened, by force, Robin thought, as he recognized the sound of splintering wood, and then they were inside. Down a short but steep set of stairs, and then the teen heard the man mutter "perfect" before there was the impossible sound of a chain snapping. Robin wasn't sure, because Slade had returned his full attention to him again after the second short break.
Slade maneuvered them further into the dark room, and let Robin go for a moment, giving the hero a few seconds to catch his breath and look around.
"Where are we?" Curiosity asked. Libido thought about having away with this side as well, but part of it thought it would get handy later.
"Don't know. Storage." Slade answered quickly, and pulled his bird back in before it got the notion to fly.
"Oh, but-" Robin looked around. It was an attic-storage, probably belonging to the apartments below.
"Fold-out couch." Slade cut him off before Robin started to get ethical about the whole thing.
Robin liked that argument. A lot.
"Oh… okay." he grinned a little, and noticed that he was looking Slade straight in the face. More or less. If he craned his neck quite a bit. The man was not bad looking. He thought he recognized him. He had spotted him now and then, wearing sunglasses, but never thought it strange. Jump was a rather small city, and he knew a lot of faces… sure, he might have remembered this one because of the man's physique more than anything, but who could blame him? Not a straight woman or a gay guy on the planet, and probably not the rest either. He slipped out of Slade's arms, a feat in itself, and sat, or rather plopped, down on the low sofa-bed, testing the springs. They didn't squeak too badly.
"Well… what are you waiting for?" Robin grinned up, grabbing onto Slade's belt and pulling him down.
If Slade was surprised by Robin's forwardness, he didn't show it, and he surely wasn't put off in any way, judging by the smirk.
Robin, on his part, had decided that even though Slade's kisses had made him stupidly-girly-woozy that didn't mean he couldn't take charge now, when his brain was working again. Unfortunately, Robin hadn't counted on Slade continuing to kiss him. Turns out, he wasn't immune yet.
Robin managed to kick his sneakers off, as well as tear Slade's shirt open. Two pair of hands was very busy, even though, Robin had to admit, Slade's felt a bit more in control and very goal-oriented. So what? He was new at this. He hadn't even had time to have a crush on anyone yet, even though he swore he would rearrange his schedule every time he saw a cute guy, but so far an array of villains, with the one currently on top of him in the lead, had filled up all the slots. He had a feeling Slade was about to fill another.
It was very clear that this wouldn't stop at some groping and kissing, and even though Robin knew they were moving ridiculously fast, it felt like the perfect cruising-speed. You couldn't stop and think at time like this. If you did, then stupid, little meaningless things like good versus bad, might get in the way. Clear thinking was a bad thing. Well. Right now it was. Luckily Robin's logic side was lying dead, face down in the gutter, at the moment, so he wasn't bothered by it at all.
Robin sat up as Slade's worked on his shirt, feeling proud that the man's was already off, putting him, in some way, in the lead. It was a tie soon enough, however, and Robin hissed as his back came on contact with the cool mattress again. He was more than willing to press it down harder, however, as that helped him raise his hips far enough for Slade to get his jeans off. The man was, perhaps, impatient or, more probably, effective, because he took the underwear down as well, leaving Robin in nothing but his socks. And, as those socks were on his feet, as they were supposed to, Robin could pretty much count himself as naked.
Fighting to be in the lead once more, Robin reached for Slade's fly. The man wasn't wearing jeans, oh no, these were some kind of fancy dress-pants, but that only made them easier to get off.
Robin hesitated a bit with the dangerously bulging boxers, thinking about beasts in cages and Pandora's Box and all kinds of strange imagery, but now curiosity started to come in handy at last.
Pandora's boxers… Robin snickered silently, and let mayhem free in the world.
Well. It might not make an impact on the world, but it sure as hell made one on Robin. As he was mask-less, Robin knew that Slade saw his eyes widen, and he could feel the man grin, although he refused to look. The man's member twitched, liking the attention. Robin thought it looked… well…. cocky was the right word here, and he was damned if he would let himself be intimidated by 'little' Slade as well. He boldly grasped it and stroked the length firmly, letting it know who was boss. Then, to his own surprise, because he wouldn't believed he would be quite this brave yet, he leaned forward and licked the head, catching a drop of pre-cum on his tongue. It made the cock twitch again, more noticeably this time, and Robin felt a smirk of his very own grace his lips. He would tame this beast yet!
Slade was very willing to let him try, but it seemed he wanted to have a bit more fun first, as he pushed Robin back down on his back, while kicking his own clothes all the way off.
Robin looked up at the man, and, for a moment, he wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into. This was a dangerous, completely idiotic situation! Slade seemed to read his expression very well, because the man smiled a confident, predatory smile as he leaned down.
Slade's lips touched his once more, quickly engaging him in a much more pleasant fight then what they usually had. Robin wound his arms around Slade's neck, but that was far too safe for them, so his fingers soon started to wander. The man's hair was a target, and Robin was surprised about how thick it felt. Slade answered with the same gesture, making Robin gasp. His hair was a million strands of erogenous zones, but he hadn't realized it until now. As Slade fisted his hand in the black curls, Robin let out a moan of appreciation, which only intensified as he felt Slade run his lips along his jaw-line and up behind his ear.
Robin felt good. He felt really, really, really good. And he was a little pissed off.
The main reasons for this was that it was Slade making him feel like this and, while floating on this corrupting cloud of lust, he couldn't bring himself to do any conquering himself… he wanted to make Slade moan and shiver, and he definitely wanted to explore every detail of the man. Right now he was just lying there, panting. Not acceptable for a hero.
"Roll over…" Robin ordered, pushing on Slade's shoulders.
"And why would I do that when I'm perfectly comfortable?" the man smirked. "I like to have you under me."
"I bet you'd love to have me straddle you as well."
"I'm willing to try…." Slade admitted graciously, and moved.
Robin regretted it instantly, because he hadn't realized that when Slade covered him he was… well… covered. Now he felt very exposed again. Well, he just had to endure the leering as the man's seemed to take him all in. At least he seemed to like what he saw, and that was a bit of a boost. Robin straddled the man, as he had promised, but at his waist, not his hips.
"Hmmm… I think I like the view…" Robin grinned as he settled.
"I'm not just here to look at." Slade implied, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
Robin snorted and let his hands do some more exploring. Up over taunt abs, over the wide, sparsely haired chest and down again, over bulging arms. Oh, yes. Very nice view indeed.
The teen leaned forward, kissing a sharply angled collarbone, and then he went down a bit, teasing a quickly hardening nipple. Slade seemed to like this, but the man's need for control once again took over, and Robin felt his hair grabbed, and he was firmly pulled up, towards a pair of waiting, hungry lips.
When Slade had him where he wanted him, his hands slid down over the boy's back, to end up cupping his ass rather firmly. Robin felt Slade lift his hips, grinding them against Robin's body, and, as the man slowly sat up a bit, Robin felt himself slide downwards, until there was something hard fighting to push up between his cheeks. Slade fingers helped, spreading him open, until the head of the man's cock rested against Robin's opening.
Slade's cock felt dripping wet, and Robin couldn't help but squirm a bit, pressing against it. He didn't want to allow it inside, not without a hefty amount of lubrication of some kind, but it felt amazing, and he could feel his entrance relaxing and almost beckon the head in.
"Mmmm… eager, I feel." Slade purred. "Are you always like this, or is it just me?"
"I… don't exactly know…" Robin chuckled, and he didn't expect the man to tense.
"You have done this before, haven't you?"
"Errrmmm… no?" Robin had to admit.
"But… I… I gave you a whole year!"
Robin blinked and looked up at Slade.
"What? I'm sorry, you lost me… You don't want to be my first?"
"I'm selfish. I would have preferred to fuck your brains out, and now… I guess I have to take it slow." Slade muttered like it was a chore.
"Hey, I might be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I haven't practiced!" Robin huffed, coloring brightly as he realized what he had just said, but he went right on. "You're big, but I can handle you… with lube. You have lube, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, Slade… impress me." Robin grinned.
"Hand me my pants and I will." The man smirked, his single eye glittering with mirth.
Robin laughed out loud, and leaned back, reaching for the clothes, and groaning with appreciation as the man's cock ground into him further.
A few seconds later, and now an even slicker cock prodded him.
"You'll need to be prepared." Slade told him, but Robin shook his head and pressed down, tensing and relaxing in a way which he knew helped getting things of a bit of girth inside him. Slade's member still proved a shore, however, especially the head, which was bigger than any of the makeshift 'toys' Robin had experimented with, but it was also more pliable, and, suddenly, his body swallowed it up. Robin gasped and clutched at Slade's shoulders, holding himself up the best he could, before slowly relaxing and starting to sink down. It felt… strange… amazing… Being filled with something hot and alive was so different from anything he had ever tried before, and it was a million times better. Robin smiled blissfully. He had to do this a lot from now on!
"I can see you like it… are you ready for me to fuck you yet?" Slade chuckled.
"Yes… please…" Robin panted.
"Such a polite boy. I like that." the man smirked and, unexpectedly, lifted Robin off.
The teen grimaced as the cock was pulled out, that hurt a little, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. Slade quickly maneuvered him onto his back and, hoisting Robin's legs up around the man's waist, Slade pushed in again.
Filled once more, Robin soon found the perfect angle to meet Slade's thrusts, and the man surely didn't go easy on him. This time Robin didn't mind just laying back and taking it, because, really, that was all he could do.
Robin woke up in his own bed the next morning, with only a sketchy memory of how he had gotten home. He stretched, winced a bit, and then realized that he probably had a silly grin on his face. As soon as he did that, the grin froze.
Robin groaned and rolled over as he realized something else; they hadn't used protection. He was one of the stupid-valentines people now. Even though he knew he had to hunt down Slade for an embarrassing conversation, and then probably get tested anyway, a small part of him was still wearing that big, silly grin…
The End.
Best Quotes Ever
Universe: Best Christmas Present Ever
Genre: Fluff, smut and some general fun
"Why do not you say that you love each other?" Starfire interrupted a perfectly good cuddling-session in the Titan's couch with her question, and Robin glanced up from his book. He was resting his head in Slade's lap, while playing idly with the man's shirt-buttons, now and again sliding his fingers inside to caress the man's warm skin. Slade's hand were in his hair, making Robin's body buzz nicely, as the man was studying some building-plans on the laptop next to him on the couch.
"We have, Star." Robin answered, a bit annoyed, and then blushed as he remembered the first time. "We just like to keep it private."
"Wish you kept everything private…" Beast Boy muttered.
"But it is the day of love!" Starfire complained.
"Robin knows what I feel. I will make sure to inform him if I change my mind." Slade drawled, making the teen snort and look up at him.
"Yellow card." he smirked.
"That goes for you too, using soccer-references…" Slade huffed, and Robin grinned.
"You guys are weird…" Cyborg cut in. The rest of the Titans were hovering around the kitchen island, because, even though Robin and Slade only took up a part of the huge semi-circular couch, none of them were in the mood to intrude.
"As Starfire pointed out, it's Valentine's day. Don't you people have dates or something?" Slade asked.
"You only want to be left alone with Robin to do some filing again." Raven smirked.
"Yeah, the kind that makes weird noises…" Beast Boy agreed.
Starfire wasn't ready to let go of the thought she had gotten in her head quite yet, though.
"But surely you must say it! It must be the law!" she insisted. "The whole day has passed and I have yet to see pink balloons shaped like an internal organ, and there are no huge bears of teddy-"
"And no chocolate… I was rather counting on that…" Raven cut in, sounding disappointed.
"Would you give it a rest? What does it matter if-" Robin started.
"Because none of us has been in the love like this before on this day! You have to do it properly!" Starfire exclaimed, and Robin was startled to see a trace of tears in her eyes.
"Star, look, we-" Robin started to explain. He had no idea what to say after that, but luckily, Slade came to the rescue.
"If its romance they want… let's give them some…" the man smirked, and gently made Robin sit up.
"Can I go now?" Cyborg croaked, but, for some reason, seemed frozen to the floor in dreadful fascination, as Slade got down on the floor in front of Robin and grabbed his hands. Robin heard the girls gasp, but he did his best to hide a grin himself. He recognized the mischievous look in Slade's eye and knew the man was up to something. Still, it made his stomach tingle a bit…
The man cleared his throat and gazed deeply into his young lover's eyes.
"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?" he started. "Thou art more lovely and more temperate-"
Robin cut him off with a short laugh, and then searched his memory for a reply.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."
"What the hell are they talking about?" Beast Boy muttered.
"Shut up, it's Shakespeare." Raven hissed. "You know? Classic literature? Oh, who am I kidding, you think a classic is Super Ninja Monkeys One."
"This Shakespeare is another language?" Starfire whispered. The alien seemed confused, but some parts of the prose seemed to get through to her, because her eyes were shining. Slade and Robin, however, had gotten into a friendly Shakespeare-quote competition, and didn't notice.
"I would not wish any companion in the world, but you." Slade said.
"A heart to love, and in that heart, courage, to make's love known." Robin answered approvingly.
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." Slade grinned.
"Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, the pretty follies that themselves commit." Robin shrugged concurringly.
"To be wise and love, exceeds man's might…" Slade sighed.
"The course of true love never did run smooth." Robin nodded.
"A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee." Slade finished in a soft whisper, and any answer Robin might have come up with, disappeared as the man's lips met his.
A round of applause brought them back to reality.
"Satisfied?" Slade smirked at the teens.
"Not yet…" Robin whispered naughtily.
"Sorry, you know I have to work for a few hours… I'll be back before midnight. Wait up for me?" Slade looked like he really disliked leaving, so Robin had no trouble smiling at him.
"Of course."
"Working? Doing what?" Cyborg asked.
"I'm going to break into the traditional arts exhibition and steal a small painting or statuette." Slade explained.
"Good luck with that, honey." Robin grinned.
"W-what? Beast Boy jumped to his feet. "You're not going to let him, are you?"
"Of course I am." Robin shrugged. "It's his job. If he doesn't work, how will he be able to afford to buy me pretty things?" he asked innocently and studied his nails.
Four jaws hit the floor simultaneously. Robin glanced over at his staring friends and cracked up.
"He's not really stealing anything! He's been hired by an insurance company to test the place's security!" he laughed.
"That's… an interesting job…" Raven stuttered.
"Better than being a body-guard for spoiled children." Slade smirked. "And this place is a bit of a challenge. Heat sensors, motion-detectors, floor-to-ceiling infra-red beams…"
"Stop talking or you'll make yourself hard. Just go steal something." Robin grinned. "I have a surprise for you when you come back."
"I guess I just have to cut my browsing short, then…" the man decided.
When Slade returned later that night, he was slightly irritated. The job had gone smoothly, naturally, but one of the brats had turned the Tower's security system on before going to bed, and Slade had almost walked straight into it, which would have been rather embarrassing. It also took him a bit longer to reach Robin's bedroom this way, and that was not a good thing right now…
As he opened the hero's door, he found the bed empty. Slade blinked, but then glanced at the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar and there was light spilling out into the otherwise dark room. Slade grinned and threw the small, priceless painting he had taken with him as proof, carelessly on Robin's desk. His lover was probably waiting for him in the tub…
"Hello, Ro-"
The bathroom was empty.
Slade frowned.
He had had his communicator on the whole time, meaning that he would be able to overhear if the Titan's had been called away, but no alarm had gone off that night. So why wasn't Robin the three things he ought to be; here, naked and willing?
It was now he spotted the not on the mirror.
'Slade.
Let's play. Wear what's in the box on the floor and come find me.
/R'
"Off all the days to play hard to get…" Slade muttered and opened the box he had now found. Copper and steel shimmered back at him, and Slade smiled. A little hunt might not be such a bad idea…
The flutter of a black and yellow cape on the next rooftop was the first sign of his prey Slade saw. It was clear Robin didn't want to be too hard to find, after all. That said, Robin then proved that he could be quite a match for the man, when he wanted to be, and the chase took them far and wide, crisscrossing the city. After almost an hour, Slade stopped to get his bearings. He suspected that Robin planned on this chase ending at a specific place, and, as the area he was standing in now seemed to be close to the hub of their paths, he assumed he was close.
"What is it, Slade? Getting tired?" a taunting voice asked from the darkness. Slade could see the flash of a smile.
"No, don't worry, Robin… I have enough energy to wear you out." Slade smirked back, and the teen chuckled, coming closer.
As he emerged from the shadows, Slade's eye widened. He had only seen Robin as a shadow before, not realizing that he wasn't exactly wearing what he usually wore.
"Interesting outfit…"
"Yes, well, since I made you wear your old uniform, I thought I'd wear my old one… I might have outgrown it, though…" Robin grinned, while Slade was busy taking in long, slim muscular and very naked legs. The top looked almost identical, but it was much too short and tight, showing off the teen's abs as he moved.
"Did Batman really let you fight in those?" Slade leered.
"Hey, I was a kid!" Robin shrugged. "But… when I think about it… He might have used me as a distraction…" he added with a smirk.
"I'll have a word with him."
"No, you won't."
"Maybe if you come here right now, I'll reconsider…" Slade tried. Not that he was tired, but… well… running in his condition…
"Nice try." Robin grinned and turned around, about to take off. The sight of his ass in the very tight, almost Speedo-like shorts, made it, literally, harder for Slade. The mercenary gathered his resolve, however and went into full predator-mode. He had a target, well… two, firm rounded ones, to be exact, and nothing would stand in his way. He reached for his belt.
Robin was about to swing off a ledge when it exploded, and he grinned. Now they were playing for real. He jumped back, and just barely avoided being pinned to a wall by Slade's bo-staff. He spun around, pulling his own out and blocked the next attempt neatly.
"I think you might be slacking off a bit too much, love…" Robin chuckled.
"I just want you to see you do a high spin-kick in those shorts…" Slade chuckled. The sound, deepened by the mask, made Robin tingle all over.
Slade then proved that he still had a few tricks up his wrist-guards, and Robin really did have to try everything he could think off, to escape. He needed to get them both to the other building before this could end, however, so he refused to give up just yet.
Using a very dirty trick he would never have dared to try back in the day, involving a hand caressing the man's groin swiftly, Robin managed to cross the ledge with the help of his bo. He didn't have quite enough of a running start, however, so he landed clumsily, right inside the ledge, and stumbled. Slade was on him in a flash.
"Got you." The man purred.
"That you did. Finally." Robin smirked back up.
"Do you want to be fucked right here, or did you have somewhere else in mind?" the man asked, not wasting time.
"Boy, I should just have you make me a card or something…" Robin rolled his eyes behind his mask. "Actually, mister romantic, open the skylight over there…" Robin nodded his head, since no other part of him could move at the moment.
Slade rose and pulled him up as well, holding him in a firm grip against his chest.
"Game's over, Slade. You can let me go." Robin reminded him.
"No. You might run away again." Slade shrugged.
"You are the one who cheats, not me…" Robin huffed. "You won this, fair and square. It's all yours…" he let the man know suggestively, and pushed his scantly clad ass against the man's front.
That only caused the grip to tighten, as the man hurriedly dragged him towards the windows set into the roof. The first one Slade tried swung open easily, and then Slade lifted an objecting bird into his arms and jumped down. He landed softly on the floor below, even though the drop was rather high. He looked around and smiled. Yes, Robin had planned this all right. It was a hotel-suite and they had landed in the bedroom-part of the open-plan apartment. A large bed, complete with rose-petals, and a bottle of champagne on ice on a serving cart, next to it. There were several covered bowls as well, but Slade wasn't curious enough to look through them right now. He had something much more urgent on his mind.
"Oh, wow, they really went over-board…" Robin muttered in his arms.
"Let me guess… the honeymoon-suite?" Slade asked.
"Yup. They asked if I wanted the Valentines-special and… well… guess I'm going to be picking rose petals out of my hair for a while…"
"If you're lucky it's your hair…" Slade chuckled, and finally put Robin down. The teen turned around and chuckled, blushing.
"Don't be nasty… well… not in that way… Now… I need to see your face…" he reached up and fiddled with the man's mask, until he got it right, and it opened.
"Has it done its job…?" the man asked, a smug smirk on his face. "Did you enjoy being chased by big, bad Slade?"
"Oh, yes… quite a bit…" Robin giggled and blushed. "And now, that you caught me, mister 'big and bad'… what are you going to do with me?"
"Oh, order you around a bit." Slade shrugged.
"That sounds…huh?" Robin blinked, not really prepared for that answer.
"I had to work to get you here, so now it's your turn. It's only fair, isn't it?" The man sounded like he believed his own words. "Undress me."
"Well, if it's those kinds of orders…" Robin complied, and started immediately with Slade's boots and armor.
Soon the man was naked and stretched out on the bed, leaning against a mountain of white, lacy pillows. The sight was rather surreal, and Robin walked towards the bed to experience it up close and personal.
"Stop." Slade told him. "You are not done yet. Undress yourself. Leave the shorts on for now."
"You really like them, don't you?" Robin grinned.
"What's not to like? They look like they have been painted on. I can tell that you're not wearing underwear."
Robin blushed a bit.
"I should get rid of them." he mumbled.
"If you do, I'd be very upset…. on the other hand, I wouldn't wear them in public if I were you. Someone might look at you a bit too closely and have an accident."
"Yeah, like I could cause a car-crash or something…" Robin snorted.
"Car-crash? I was talking about me having to kill them for ogling." Slade sounded surprised at Robin's theory. "But, yes, I guess a pile-up or ten would be possible… so for the safety of the citizens…"
"… I'll only wear this in the bedroom, I get it." Robin grinned. He had kicked off his boots, peeled off his mask, and was pulling off his gloves at the moment. His hands were a tad clammy, and Robin realized that he was actually just a bit nervous. He had no idea why, though…
The cape soon joined the other things on the floor, as well as his belt, and Robin started on his red tunic, loosening the cords at the neck so he could pull it over his head. He happened to glance at Slade and, seeing the way the man looked at him, Robin decided to go slowly.
He stretched, and then grabbed the lower hem of his tunic, pulling it over his head, making sure a lot of his taunt stomach showed before the green shirt fell back to cover it up. He dropped the red garment and then turned around, to pull his shirt off. He went slowly again, and, as it came over his head, he faced Slade once again, still holding the shirt in his arms, shielding himself with it, like he was suddenly extremely shy. Pretending this, brought an actually tint of pink to his cheeks, and, even though Robin didn't know it, Slade thought he looked absolutely delicious.
Robin slowly lowered his hands, and, in the end, let the shirt go completely. He glanced at the serving-cart and wondered what the Valentines special had included. He hadn't really paid attention; the important thing had been to reserve an easily accessible room, and paying for the whole thing had made the staff happier about opening the ceiling windows. The selection was as cliché as could be expected; strawberries, whipped cream and a heated bowl of melted chocolate. It looked too good to sneeze at, however, and Robin took one of the big, red, fresh strawberries and gingerly dipped it in the chocolate. He then dipped the tip in the whipped cream as well, and, locking eyes with Slade, he slowly pushed the tip of berry into his mouth. The man looked like he was salivating, but Robin didn't think it was the dishes he was after.
The teen grinned and dipped his finger into the melted chocolate. He knew chocolate melted at low temperatures, so he didn't burn himself, but it was still a bit hot. He brought his finger to his chest, and started to write, concentrating, as he had to do it up-side down so Slade could read.
"There… " he grinned, once he was done. Across his chest, dripping just slightly, were the words 'All yours'. "Can I come to bed now?" he asked sweetly.
"You better…" Slade growled. "I'm more than a little sorry I made you wait."
"Good. I forgive you." Robin chuckled smugly and climbed the high king-size, crawling up to Slade.
He was caught and pulled in by strong hands, and then Robin hissed as a tongue started licking the letters off one by one.
"Makes me… whish I had… written somewhere else…" he panted as Slade teeth tugged gently on a chocolate covered nipple.
"Don't give me any ideas, or I'll dip all of you in that bowl…" Slade chuckled.
"You just have a sweet-tooth…" Robin muttered. "It's not about me at all…"
"It's all about you." Slade insisted, rolling them over. "It can't be nice to be covered in this hardening chocolate… I'm just cleaning you up… making you comfortable. That's my whole goal in life."
"Then why do you insist on showing your fat cock up my ass every chance you get?" Robin smirked.
"Because you love it."
"Got me there."
"Got you here too…" Slade agreed and moved lower.
"Hey! No chocolate down there!" Robin laughed.
"I know… I'm looking for cream now…" Slade let him know.
"Keep that up, and you'll get a mouthful any second…" the teen promised, before moaning softly and arching into the man's touch. Robin closed his eyes and smiled, just enjoying everything Slade did to him. He had to give himself presents like this more often…
The End.
Valentine's Call
Universe: Terms
Genre: the general craziness in the Terms universe and some smut as well.
Echo City's ruling couple didn't exactly pay Valentine's Day much mind. Not that they didn't enjoy a bit of romance, it was just that both males felt somewhat uneasy about cards and the color pink… Speedy and Red also felt that pink should be reserved for nice-sized jelly-dildos and not much else. They did feel, however, that the day deserved something in the way of celebrating, so they had invited the other couple over to their flat for 'pizza and horror-movie-night'.
Slade had agreed because he suspected that, deep down, Robin actually liked the two red-heads. The man had to admit that they were growing on him as well… they were like over-affectionate puppies, and who could really dislike one of those?
Robin had agreed because he was rather looking forward to having a pizza-night, and he also knew that the more the other teens flirted with him, the harder Slade would fuck him afterwards, in an unconscious 're-claiming' ritual, which Robin very much enjoyed. Driving the man crazy was very rewarding sometimes…
Speedy frowned as more signals than usual went through without Robin picking up. He didn't hang up, however, and on the tenth one or so, there was a click.
"MMh?"
"Robin? What's going on? You and Slade should have been here five minutes ago!"
"G-got h-held up fo- for a bit…"
"Oh? So when are you coming? The pizzas will be here any minute…" the archer said, slightly puzzled about Robin's strange tone of voice. He wondered if something was wrong.
"As… as soon as I get off Slade… or get him off… whatever comes first…" the former Titan let him know.
"Get off…? What… are… you… right now?!"
"Mmmh-hmm… ahh… yeeeesss…" Robin panted.
"Oh god lord."
"What's going on?" Red X asked from the side-lines.
"I'm having phone-sex with mum… kind of…" Speedy explained, looking stunned.
"Cool. Put him on speaker-phone." Red suggested with a leer. His boyfriend complied.
"Robin? How'ya doin'?" Red grinned.
"Goooood…. I'm… I'm fine… Oh… oh… yes…"
"How is he?" Speedy grinned.
"Soo-oooh- oh- big!" Robin panted. "I'm riding him and, yes! Yes, buck your hips like that, Slade… oh, god, AH!"
There was a lot of static-like noise, until Robin's heavy breathing was back.
"What happened? Did you fall off the bed?" Red snickered.
"He… he flipped us over…" Robin explained.
"Got tired of the slow pace…" The teens heard Slade growl in the background. "Brace yourself, boy…"
The sounds that followed made the red-heads instantly hard. Something was slamming against a wall, hard and fast, and Robin seemed to nearly whimper.
"Almost sounds like he's hurting him…" Red mumbled to Speedy, but the thief didn't sound very worried at all. In fact he was rubbing up against the archer's groin, the friction, even through the jeans they were both wearing, starting to feel really good.
"Did you hear that, Robin?" Slade asked huskily on the other end of the line. "Your friends are worried… they don't think you can- Take. A. Little. Pain." The last words were clearly backed up by hard thrusts, making the receiver gasp and moan even louder.
"I… I can take it, Slade… I… I love it…." Robin's voice seemed close to cracking, and Speedy had a feeling the younger teen had completely forgotten that they were listening. On the other hand, with someone pounding him that hard, Speedy didn't blame him.
"Want me to go harder?" Slade asked.
"Y-yes…. please… do it!" the ex-hero cried.
Red X pulled Speedy in for a kiss, still rubbing up against him.
"I wouldn't mind a good fuck as well right now…" he grinned as they parted, their flat filled with the moans and gasps from the next building over.
"I… I'm too close…" Speedy admitted. "Let's… Let's just..:" he reached for his boyfriend's zipper, just as the teen on the phone got impossible louder.
"Slade! I- I'm gonna… I'm…. gonna… come…. AH-AAAHhh!"
Speedy was very close himself, but right then, there was a knock on the door. He cursed and pushed Red down on the sofa.
"Stay there! We're gonna finish this as soon as I get the pizzas…" he promised.
"Hang on, I've got the money…" Red muttered, and got up, following Speedy to the door as he was digging around in his front pockets, looking for the cash he was fairly sure he had.
Speedy opened the door.
"Hey- … what? B… but…?"
"I said I was coming, didn't I?" Robin grinned, Slade, towering behind him, wore a matching smirk.
"But… why?"
"The elevator-ride was boring…" Robin shrugged.
"It was his idea." Slade defended himself as Speedy's glare was diverted to him.
"But you played along!"
"Of course I did… an opportunity to hear those beautiful sounds without having to do any work… it was too good to miss…"
"I have an idea how to do that again…" Red leered and pulled Robin towards himself and Speedy. "All you would have to do is watch, and let me and Speedy take care of everything…"
"Hands off you mother." Slade snorted and yanked Robin back.
"Hey!" The teen objected. "Enough manhandling! The pizza isn't here yet?"
"Nope, they are late… no tip for them…" Speedy grinned. "Come check out the movie-selection, though, while daddy strangles my brother…"
"I would love to." Robin smirked. "That's my favorite way of hearing lovely sounds without having to do any work…"
"So… it was all fake?" Red asked Slade incredulously, ignoring the danger he was in, as that often seemed to work around Slade.
"Yes. The elevator does have some dents in the wall, though…" Slade admitted without any apparent guilt.
"What?! We're going to have to pay for that!" the thief complained.
"Hmmm… I happen to know about a shipment of diamonds coming into town next week…" Slade said airily.
"Good old dad… might just forgive you if you tell me when and where…" X grinned.
"I spoil you kids rotten, don't I?" the man sighed.
Meanwhile, Speedy and Robin was trying to figure out what to watch first. They were going to do a three-movie-marathon, but quality wasn't a priority.
"I've watched 'The Hostel' back in the day…. " Robin said, eying the cover. "BB cried for a week."
"It's that good?"
"BB's not that tough…" Robin grinned. "But it's… disturbing… it will give Slade a lot of strange ideas, so what about we watch that last?"
"Fine… but you have to fill me in on those ideas later…" Speedy warned. "Sooo… What do we start with?"
"How about 'The Shining'?" Robin suggested. "I know it's old, but it still freaks me out… I can do the whole 'climbing into Slade's knee' thing…"
"What? Does he really buy that you're afraid of a movie?" the archer grinned.
"Nah, he knows I just wanna sit in his lap…" Robin chuckled. "But he pretends very well… besides, the two little girls? I need to be in his lap when they appear…" Robin shivered. "There's something about ghost-children…." Robin shivered again.
"Sooo… no 'Casper the Friendly Ghost' then?"
"No! Keep that away from me!"
"You're weird… and I heard something about ducks the other day…"
"What?! From who?! I'll kill him!"
"Noooot gonna tell you, then…." Speedy grinned. "So… for movie number two… I'm voting for 'Warlock 2: The Armageddon'. Julian Sands is hot."
"That he is…" Robin grinned. "Don't tell Slade that, though…"
"Don't tell Slade what?" the man asked, coming into the TV room behind them.
"Errr…" Robin mumbled, trying to come up with something, when there was a ringing sound from the hallway. "Pizza's here!" the former hero quickly called and ducked under Slade's arm, escaping.
"Saved by the bell…" Speedy grinned. "I mean… speaking about hot blonds…"
"Hot blonds?" Slade growled.
"Oh, stop it." Speedy frowned. "Hey… haven't Robin been gone a long time? How long does it take to pay the pizza-boy? I wonder if they are making out?"
Slade snorted.
"I'm not a jealous control-freak…" the man muttered, but, none the less, suddenly had an errand to the door.
Robin came into the room a few minutes later with a flushed look on his face.
"Do you know why Slade came out into the hallway, pushed me against a wall and kissed me silly?" he asked, still a bit out of breath.
"Oh, it was something about a hot pizza-boy…" Speedy smirked.
"Aaahh… that explains it then…" Robin said smugly. "Besides, it was a girl, and she started to cry when I wouldn't tip her… I think Red gave her more tips than the pizzas cost by the end… he's a softy…"
"And Slade is a jealous bastard…" the archer shrugged. "How do you deal with it?"
"It's no problem… it's just his way of showing that he cares… kinda…" the ex-hero sighed, though it was a rather happy sigh. "I'm as bad as he is sometimes…"
"Sometimes? Red is very careful about flirting with Slade in front of you nowadays…" Speedy told him.
"He still does?! The little… where are they?!" Robin snarled and turned on his heel.
Speedy grinned to himself. This would be a very interesting evening…
The End.
Spring is in the Air
Universe: Precious Gift (in this fake "Viking-era", Valentines naturally didn't exist, so this has a slightly different focus. If you haven't read the main story, you won't get it… sorry…
Genre: fluff.
"Robin, please let go."
"But it is so big and hard and wonderful!" the young former desert-dweller smiled. "It is a beautiful wood!"
"It's a tree, Robin." Slade explained, smiling at the young man who looked to be drowning in white fur, and who was currently hugging a pine. "That-" Slade pointed to the forest close by, "is called a wood. A tree is also made of wood."
"I wish I had some wood." Robin sighed, making Slade turn around to hide his grin. "It's so beautiful…"
"Tell you what, that part, all the way down to the river, is all yours." the man said generously, indicating about half an acre. Anything to keep his prince happy. Not that it was difficult, Robin was adjusting very well. Even now, in February, going into the third month of snow, cold and darkness, his bird was chirping merrily most of the time.
"You have so many words for it…" Robin rolled his eyes. "What was it you said before? Timbre? And logs?"
"You'll pick it up, that amazing brain of yours will sort it all out." Slade smiled.
"Hey, any luck checking the traps?" a voice called to them from across the small clearing. They turned to see Grant, Slade's oldest son, coming towards them with a small deer across his shoulders.
"No, but your father gave me wood!" Robin exclaimed happily.
"AARGH! I did not just hear that! Father, keep your dirty stuff in the bedroom, please!" Grant winced.
"Getting wood is wrong? Or giving it?" Robin looked confused.
"Robin was talking about a forest. I gave the valley to him, as he loves it so much." Slade explained, slightly red in the face.
"Oh. Well then. That's better." Grant nodded.
"Can someone please explain?" Robin asked, almost teary-eyed. Grant had become angry at his Master for some reason, and Robin had no idea why, he only knew that he hated it when people were angry.
"Errrmmm… Why don't you go ask Joseph? He's good at these things…" Grant mumbled.
"Oooohhhh… is this one of those things?" Robin grinned. "Well, I won't ask Joseph, then, because he got very upset the last time. He said you sent me to him in spit. No… spite? To be mean to him."
"No, I sent you to him because I didn't want to explain rimming." Grant shuddered.
"I didn't need the explanation, I explained it to you! I just wanted to know what it was called in your language, so I could ask Sla-"
"Yes, yes, fine!" Grant hurriedly cut Robin off. "Excuse me, I have a deer that needs skinning…"
"Slade?" Robin mumbled as the dark-haired man stalked away.
"Yes, my bird?"
"Your sons are very strange sometimes."
"Well, not everyone is as comfortable with speaking about making love as you are." Slade chuckled.
"Why? If they don't talk about it, how can they make sure it's good?"
"I think they manage somehow." Slade rolled his eyes.
"Should I ask them?"
"I think that would make them even more uncomfortable."
"Oh."
"So go ahead."
"Slade! Slade! Master!"
The man looked up. It was the day after, and he wondered if Robin's questions had gotten him in some sort of trouble. The young man's voice didn't sound distressed, however, quite the opposite. Slade put the blade he was working on it the snow to cool, before calling back.
"I'm here! What's the matter?"
"Come! Hurry! I have to show you something!" the boy exclaimed.
"Robin, you know I just can't walk away, the sword will be ruined if I don't reheat it soon."
"Yes, but it will only take a moment! Please?"
Slade didn't know anyone alive who could say no to those eyes, and neither could he.
"But only a moment!" he warned, more for his own sake than anyone else's.
Robin took him to a tall birch-tree, and pointed. Slade looked up, but couldn't figure out what had made the boy so excited.
"There! Look!" Robin cried. "Aren't they beautiful?"
Slade understood now, and smiled.
"They are magpies, Robin."
"Yes, and look! They are building on their nest!" As if trying to prove the boy right, one of the birds just flew in with a large twig in its beak. "It means it is spring soon, doesn't it?"
"They always start early, I've seen them going at it as early as around Yule-tide." Slade shrugged. "But yes… I guess it's a sign."
"Spring…" Robin sighed. "I can't wait! I do like the snow, really, but I miss the birds singing… and the robins will come with spring, Joseph said."
"I guess they will." Slade said. He seldom paid much attention to birds before, well, except the kinds you could eat and the kinds you could hunt with, of course.
"They are so sweet… they work so hard to build the nest together…" Robin smiled, and Slade recognized the look in the boy's eyes. It was the same one he got when someone told a story or sang a song with any sort of romantic themes. That look was often transferred to him after a moment, and so now as well.
Robin came up to him and nestled into his leather tunic. Slade had been working by the forge all day, and been more when warm enough. Being drabbed away from it so suddenly had chilled him somewhat and Robin picked up on that immediately. He grabbed the man's hand and pulled him towards the main building.
"Robin? What are you doing?" Slade asked with a chuckle, knowing what was on prince's mind.
"My Master is cold." his little bird grinned over his shoulder. "I'm going to warm you up…"
Spring was on its way, but Slade had a feeling that Robin would find a lot of reasons to 'keep him warm' through all seasons. Screw the sword.
The End.
A/N: That was it! So, yeah, sorry about being away. I will work harder from now on! Still might be a while before you hear from me, though… Oh, and please review! I know you can't have liked all of the stories, but I would like to know if you had a fav!
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