A/N: It's the 28th of February here, so happy Birthday Paineverlasting! I'm sorry, but this might not have turned out exactly what you wished for, but the characters ignored me again! I named the chapter after you, though! Hope that makes up for it a bit… ;)

To the rest of you: this is Terms-universe, with actual plot, continuing the saga… It's about 12 pages, and I hope you enjoy!

Pain Everlasting?

Robin woke up feeling very expectant. Today was the day. He rolled over and found Slade there, reading the morning paper. The teen smiled.

"How come I never wake up when you go to get the paper?"

"I guess you are just a lazy house-wife who would rather sleep than pay attention to his husband."

"Careful, or someone might shoot you again." Robin smirked. "And you totally blew it. I was in a snuggly mood."

"I know. When are you not?" Slade smirked.

"Oh, you are in soooo much trouble, mister…" Robin growled playfully and ripped the newspaper from the man's hands before straddling him.

"Now, Robin, you know why I'm not going to engage you in any strenuous activity this morning. You need to save your strength."

"Oh, come on, Slade! What difference-"

The man under him suddenly sat up straight, and the teen was so surprised that he rolled off, landing on his side of the bed.

"It can make all the difference, Robin! You chose to do this now. I would rather you'd wait a few more years, but you insisted. Very well, but that means you'll follow my rules. I'm not your husband or your lover in this. I'm your Master. Is that understood?"

Robin's eyes were quite wide at this point. He hadn't seen Slade like this for… well… years. Not since the beginning of their relationship.

"Yes, Master." he mumbled solemnly. He had looked forward to this since Slade first mentioned the possibility, but the way the man was acting made him shiver. "If… if you don't want me to take it…?"

Slade surged forward, and pressed his lips to Robins. The teen responded eagerly, but after a much too short time, Slade pulled back.

"I want nothing more. But I would prefer it to be over. This is dangerous, Robin, it's not a joke."

"I know! It's just… I'm so eager for it to happen, and I'm glad the day has finally come!"

"You should be scared. Let's go to breakfast. I told Sarah to prepare a hearty meal for you."

"Hearty? From Sarah? I can never eat that much!" Robin objected. "Her idea of normal portions can feed three people!"

"You are going to eat. No whining."

"I-" Robin started objecting again, but he saw the glare Slade gave him and lowered his head. "Sorry, Master."

"Good boy. Let's go."

"Mum! Dad!" Speedy's voce rang through the breakfast-room as they entered.

"Hi guys!" Robin grinned.

"This is not the time or place for your sense of humor, boys." Slade warned them. "You will be allowed to stay, but only if you behave."

"Boy, didn't you let him fuck you this morning, or what?" Red snorted, digging into Sarah's delicious porridge.

"Quite the other way around." Robin muttered.

"That's enough. Consider yourselves warned. Robin, sit down and eat."

Robin stared at the mountain of food in front of him, but sighed and dug in. After a while he discovered that the red-heads were a huge help, as he could slip them bits and pieces when Slade wasn't looking.

"So this is the day, huh? The first injection?" Red X's voice was uncharacteristically low and somber.

"Yeah… actually the only one; the lab-people has worked around the clock and they think one will be enough."

"So by tonight you'll be immortal?" Speedy asked carefully.

"No… It will take a few days or so for it to really take effect, and I'll never be immortal… just rather difficult to get rid off… like Slade." Robin smirked at his husband, who muttered something around his toast.

"But you'll stop aging?"

"Pretty much, yeah…" Robin nodded, eyeing an apple which Sarah had thought would make a small dessert. Robin had no idea how he would be able to eat the whole thing.

"Then why don't wait a few years? Gain a few inches, perhaps?"

"I'm eighteen, my growth-spurts are pretty much over." Robin muttered.

"You should kick those growth-spurt's lazy asses… Doesn't look like they tried that hard…" Red X snickered.

"Hey, I'm not short! I'm a lot taller than I used to be!"

"Suuure… maybe… an inch or so…" Speedy smirked.

"I'm not small, I'm just surrounded by the freakishly tall." Robin growled.

"Well, at least you grew into your ears… That's a feat…" Red X grinned, and only Speedy's lightening fast reflexes saved his boy-friend's nose from being crushed by Robin's apple.

"Breakfast over. Go home. We'll call you later."

"You better." Speedy mumbled, and, to Robin's surprise, hugged him hard. "Good luck, Robin. Everything will be fine."

"Sure it will." Robin smiled and hugged the archer back.

Red X was not one to be left out, so he joined them.

"Hey, will your hair be white after this?" he asked, as they all let go of each other.

"I… err… don't know?" Robin looked over at Slade.

"Very unlikely." the man said. "What I went through was a much longer process, and, hopefully, more painful. My hair was also very pale to start with."

"Well, if you do end up like the old man, I'll get you a nice dye." the thief promised. "Hey, have you ever considered being a red-head?"

"Can't say I have." Robin snorted.

"Ever considered being with a red-head?" Speedy asked suggestively, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Yes, but Slade won't color his hair." Robin sighed wistfully.

"There are other options, you know…" Red grinned.

"Boys. Leave. Now." Slade, who had had enough, growled.

"Sure dad, see you, mum!" the pair waved.

"There. Let's go to the lab. There are tests to be taken." Slade said efficiently.

"Hurray…" Robin mumbled.

"And I warned you; none of that." the man said harshly. "If you don't want to do the tests, we'll postpone the whole thing."
Robin shook his head and hurried after the man.

"Your blood-pressure is slightly high. Try to relax."

"Well, I remember suggesting a terrific way to relax this morning…" Robin smirked.

"When did you get so cheeky?" Slade muttered, but Robin could see the smirk playing in the corners of the man's mouth.

"It's all your influence, beloved husband of mine. Oh. I mean Master."

"When this is over, are you aware it means I won't have to be careful with you in bed anymore?" the man grinned, somewhat bloodthirsty, Robin thought.

"You have been careful? When?" The teen asked innocently.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"I can't wait."

Slade chuckled and reached for a syringe which was already prepared on the next table.

"Let's start with the nutrition-shots, shall we?"

"Shots? As in many?"

"Several." the man seemed happy about the fact. "Now, lower your pants."

"Did you change your mind?" Robin asked hopefully, but then put two and two together. "Oh, no?"

"Oh, yes."

Half an hour later Robin was sore in a way he didn't appreciate. "Well, I'm glad you at least left my right arm alone…" he muttered, massaging his left one, where he had just had the umpteenth shot Slade had insisted upon.

"That is where the formula is going." Slade explained calmly, and started to draw a large amount of clear liquid into a fresh syringe. "It's time. Get on the table."

A soft beeping sound sped up slightly and Slade looked over at his husband.

"You are afraid."

Robin glared at the clamp on his finger measuring his pulse.

"Yeah, well… I'm nervous. It's only natural." he said, hopping up on the steel medical table.

"It is. I'll ask you again, though, are-"

"Yes. I'm sure. I'm sure." Robin said steadily.

"Fine. Lie down, I have to strap you to the table."

"Kiss me first." Robin ordered, grabbing the man's shirt and pulling him in. Slade obliged him immediately, leaving Robin rather breathless afterwards.

"That was definitely not good for my blood pressure…" the teen muttered.

"It's nice to know I still got it…" Slade smirked, making Robin chuckle. "Are you ready?" the man added.

"Yeah." Robin said and lay down on the table, trying to make himself comfortable. "A mattress or at least a pillow didn't cross your mind?" he snorted at his husband, who was carefully but firmly strapping him down with padded leather bindings.

"Are you associating being tied up to the bedroom?" the man asked teasingly.

"Can you blame me?" Robin shot back.

"Hmmm… we might have to go easy on the bondage for a while…" Slade snorted.

"Noooo! I wanted to try that Japanese rope thing!" Robin objected, pouting.

"Such a bother… but anything for you, love." Slade sighed, like he had just accepted a real chore.

"Pfftt… work on your acting-skills…" Robin chuckled.

Slade chuckled as well and flipped his communicator open.

"We are ready for you."

"Do they really have to be here..?" Robin muttered, as the medical staff filed in.

"Yes. I'm not nearly qualified enough if… if something should go wrong." Slade admitted.

"Yeah, I guess you are pretty useless, really…" Robin smiled lazily. Then he blinked. "Hey, I'm starting to feel tired…"

"Yes, that last shot had a mild sedative in it… it will help if you're not tense."

"I see…" Robin's eyes started to get a bit heavy, and he looked around at the new people around him. He knew all of the faces and most of them by name, and not having a room full of strangers there, helped.
They were preparing a crash-cart with defibrillators, intubating equipment and a wide selection of drugs for everything to kick-starting his heart to sedating him or paralyzing him. Most were especially picked for this procedure, but Robin hoped they wouldn't have to use any of it.

He felt something cool on his right arm and turned his head towards Slade again.

"Here we go then." the man said with a very serious expression on his face. Robin smiled back. He was feeling rather calm about this.

"Yeah. Love you."

"Love you too." Slade whispered and pushed the needle in.

Robin desperately wanted to hold someone's hand, preferably Slades, but that would look a bit childish, he supposed. Instead he surreptitiously hooked his fingers into the man's side trouser-pocket, just to hold on to something.

At first he felt very little except for the sting of the needle, and the pinching pressure as the fluid were pushed inside. It was like the man was trying to get a whole bucket-full in there, and Robin made a small noise of protest, as it felt like his arm would explode like a water-balloon. That pain faded soon enough, but then another began.

It, surprisingly, hit him in the stomach first, like he had been run through by a spear. Robin gasped, and tried to curl in on himself, but the restraints didn't let him. From that single point of agony, pain then exploded through his body like a supernova, and it was everywhere. His skin, muscles, bones, teeth, even his hair hurt, even though Robin knew that was impossible.

There was a ripping sound, and for a moment Robin thought he had, somehow, split open, but then there was a small lull in the pain and he noticed that his hand was no longer gripping Slade's pocket, but rather a piece of torn fabric. As Robin tried to regain his breath he met the man's eyes.

"Sorry." he mumbled.

"You are strapped down to a medical table, going through a very painful procedure, and you still try to get my clothes off." Slade smiled. He face was taut, though, and Robin knew it was a forced grin. He still appreciated it.

"Can you blame me, hot stuff?" Robin whispered. "Is it over now?" he then added.

"No. This was just the first pain-wave. There will be others." Slade explained, and Robin remembered that fact now as well. The man had barely stopped talking when the next wave hit.

Slade hated seeing Robin in pain, the young man was everything to him; partner, husband, lover… if he didn't make it through this… Slade gripped the edge of the table tighter, trying to look at the monitors and Robin at the same time, really not wanting to see either one. He could see the immense pain both in the readings and in the teen's face, and he forced himself to breathe, willing Robin to do the same.

Half an hour later Robin was drenched in sweat. He had long since stopped trying to hold his screams back, it actually hurt just to try. The pain let up every now and then, but it came crashing into him again without any sort of warning, making the moments of calm somehow even tenser. Even the amount of pain varied, but no matter how much agony there was, he wasn't allowed to pass out, the drugs he was given made sure of that. He knew the reason; it was too dangerous, but knowing didn't help, and he started hating the poor nurse who was administrating the shots. It seemed it would last forever.

"This… is worse than I thought…" he gasped as the pain left him once more.

"You are doing fine. It will be over soon enough." Slade actually sounded proud of him, but still worried.

Robin blamed the drugs for bursting out snickering.

"I wonder if this is what labor feels like…?" he asked.

"I have two kids, sweetie, believe me, this is worse…" the nurse told him with a small smile. Robin decided she was off his kill-list.

"And no baby at the end." Robin chuckled softly.

"No." Slade agreed. "But still a new life."

Robin blinked. He hadn't thought of that. This was him being reborn, in a way. Just a bummer he was doing the actual birthing as well.

"Maybe life has to start with pain…?" he mumbled, and then arched once more, screaming.

Slade had explained to him that it would hurt, and why. His very DNA was breaking down and rebuilding itself, cell by cell. This was what was so dangerous about the drug; if it happened too quickly, the whole body would be destroyed. As it was, only a small part was destroyed at any given time, but it still freaked Robin out when his vision faded.

"I can't see!"

"It has reached the optic centre of your brain. This is why you have to stay awake, we need to know is something goes wrong."

"Blind isn't wrong?!" Robin yelled.

"We've talked about this, remember? Slade told him calmly and held his hand.

"No… no I can't remember!" Robin started to panic for real.

"It's all normal, don't worry." His husband insisted.

Robin didn't hear it, his brain now were incapable of interpreting sound, and though his vision was coming back, he now found himself staring at a room of brightly colored blobs, which distorted with every sound wave.

"Who are you? Who-?" The pain once more became too much for him to speak.

When the world started to make sense again, Robin wanted it to go away and leave him alone.

"Sleep…" he mumbled.

"Yes. It's over now… We are going to let you sleep." a voice said.

"Thank-" he never finished the sentence.

Robin woke up slowly in a much more comfortable environment. He tried to sit up, but failed, and then a hand was placed on his chest.

"Stay down."

"Hmmm… on my back in our bed… do you know what I wanna do…?" Robin mumbled, his voice slightly slurred, like he was drunk.

"Sleep?" Slade guessed dryly.

"Yes."

"Good. You should rest some more."

"I feel like shit."

"I know. You'll be fine within a few days or so."

"My mind's buzzing." Robin suddenly realized.

"It might be overly active, the brain is trying to check so everything is all right."

Robin's left foot jerked.

"Err… is that part of it?" the teen asked.

"It is. Would you like something to help you sleep?"

"Just you. Holding me?" Robin asked. He felt very vulnerable at the moment.

"Don't kick me…" Slade warned him warmly and joined him on the bed.

Robin took a deep sigh of relief and soon fell asleep again.

He slept and woke up, slept and woke up. Slade was there most of the time, but Robin was usually too tired to care.

"Hi mum."

Robin slowly opened his eyes, and smiled.

"Hi guys."

"You look awful." Red told him kindly.

"Just gave birth." Robin mumbled. He was rather dizzy and a bit confused.

"Errr…. right…" Speedy said, glancing up at Slade.

"I'll explain later." the man said quietly.

"You better! I don't want any more siblings stealing mum's attention away from me…" the thief pouted.

"You're loud." Robin frowned slightly.

"That's it, everybody out. You'll get to see him tomorrow again. He should be better then." Slade told Robin's visitors.

"I don't like ducks. Don't bring them." Robin muttered.

"There's no ducks here." Slade smiled and shook his head. He had been pretty out of it himself after he had gone through this, but he couldn't help but hope that he hadn't asked people not to bring him waterfowls.

"Good. I feel like a kitten in the head." Robin yawned. "Or like a ball of yarn… The theory of relativity does not state, as the popular saying goes, that 'all is relative' but rather that one thing is constant; the speed of light."

"That's right, love." Slade murmured calmingly.

"In a vacuum. The speed of light is only constant in a vacuum… it slows down in the atmosphere…" Robin mumbled. "I want to call Alfred."

"Yes. Tomorrow. Remember, we said we shouldn't tell him until it was all over? Didn't want to worry him?" Slade said.

"I want pizza with kebab-meat and fries."

"Tomorrow." Slade said again.

"I'm not a red-head am I?" Robin then asked.

"No. But you're acting a bit blond..." Slade smirked, conveniently forgetting he was a former blond himself. "Don't worry, you look exactly the same."

"Good. Green is a pretty color. Not blue-green. Forest green."

"Yes." Slade knew that what he answered really didn't matter; Robin just needed to hear his voice.

"Don't want ducks on my pizza, Bob." the teen told him firmly and then promptly fell asleep.

"Get back to bed."

"But I feel fine!"

"Get. Back. To. Bed."

Robin huffed and plopped down on the mattress.

"Lie down." the man insisted.

"You are such a mother hen." Robin muttered.

"And you have to take it easy. Here, I brought you a laptop so you can call Alfred. I also ordered pizza."

"Pizza? What for?" Robin blinked.

"Don't ask, just eat when it arrives." Slade sighed.

"So this is how you get when we don't fuck for two days?" Robin smirked.

"You don't happen to remember the little shooting-incident? I believe that dry-spell was longer than this."

"Yeah, but that was because you weren't… up for it… now it's me, and it drives you crazy."

"Stop being a tease or I'm going to endanger you by fucking your brains out." Slade leered.

"Oohhh… I'd like that…"

"The medical staff wouldn't." Slade said wistfully. "Call the old man."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… already on it…" Robin muttered.

Alfred was somewhat shocked by the news, but Robin tried his hardest to calm him down.

"I'm fine now, Al, I feel like I can take on the world! If Slade would let me out of bed, that is."

"Now, you listen to Slade, young man!" Alfred told him sternly, and then blinked. "Oh, my, that's a sentence I never thought I would hear myself say."

"A very wise one, nonetheless." Slade muttered from across the room.

"Al… how's… How's Bruce?" Robin asked carefully. The two hadn't spoken since they faced each other in Titan's Tower after Robin had been kidnapped and brainwashed by the Titans.

"He's… keeping busy." the old man said evasively.

"Does he… ever mention me?"

"You know how proud and stubborn he is, Master Rich- I mean, Robin… He hardly speaks to anyone about anything."

"Did you tell him we got married?"

"No, I'm not cruel by nature." the butler said levelly.

Robin grinned, knowing the man was joking.

"Would you? And tell him about this as well?"

"What are you doing, Robin"? Slade cut in. "This is an advantage, not something to flaunt to the Justice League. Keep the Bat out of our lives. We tried to include him and he betrayed us. Case closed."

"I just thought-"

"This is no time for second chances." the man growled.

"I… just can't stop wondering if he even would want one!" Robin objected. "It's not like I would ever trust him again, but…" Robin took a deep breath and turned to the screen. "Al… leave the number for my private line where he can 'happen' to see it, okay?"

Slade snorted.

"Well, that's better than an open invitation…"

"In our family," Robin smirked, "that is an open invitation… We were never very good at actually telling each other how we felt. That's what I love about you and me… we can."

"Of course we can." Slade said somewhat smugly.

"Yes. Like now for example… Slade, love?"

"Yes?"

"I'm bored out of my fucking mind!"

"I think I leave you to your discussion…" Alfred chuckled.

Robin hurriedly said goodbye, and then stared at his husband demandingly.

"Don't look at me like that. We are spending the night in bed, just resting, so I don't want that kind of look either. You will be allowed up tomorrow. For a bit."

"Blow me!" Robin growled.

"Not for another two to three days." Slade replied calmly. "Now excuse me, I think the pizza has arrived."

Robin was pleasantly surprised to be allowed up the next day, and the red-heads joined them for breakfast again. Afterwards Slade told them to wait in the living room, and Robin settled down in one of the couches. He loved this place, and the sun was warming this spot very pleasantly.

"If I was a cat, I think I would purr now…" he murmured.

"It you were a cat, these couches would be shreds… as well as Slade's back…" Red grinned.

"Pfft… I'm thinking of getting a kitten…" Robin smiled lazily. "It would be nice."

"It is out of the question." Slade said, coming back in.

"No, since we haven't had a formal discussion, it's not." Robin face clouded over. He hated when Slade were so decisive… well… outside of the bedroom.

"We are not going to have it now, anyway, we are going to test your healing abilities." Slade said, holding a small surgical tray with various sharp instruments.

"Oh. Yay." Robin muttered and glared at the scalpels. "This will be pleasant."

"No. Not particularly." Slade, who never missed an ironic comment, but were good at ignoring them, snorted. "Red, would you care to help Robin?"

"Sure! Anything for mum- OUCH!" the thief cried and clutched his arm.

"Hey! Why did you cut my boyfriend?!" Speedy snarled.

"This is a comparison test. Not that I didn't enjoy it. Robin, your arm please?"

Robin let the man make a small, shallow, cut, and stared at it curiously.

"It looks like its already closing!" he said, after only a few moments. And it was. A few seconds later and there wasn't even a scar left.

"Yeah, well, mine's still bleeding…" Red pouted.

"There are band aids in the bathroom." Slade shrugged.

"Geee… thanks…" Red still seemed pissed. "I bet this wasn't necessary, you just wanted to stab me, right? Bastard…"

Slade gave him a very toothy and slightly dangerous smile. Red decided that spending some time in the bathroom getting patched up by his boyfriend, who might show him some sympathy in special ways, was preferable to staying here. At least while Slade still had the scalpels.

"Thank you, Red." Robin said very warmly as the thief stood up. "I'll ask Sarah to bake you a chocolate cake, okay?"

"Or you could just come over to play one night?" Red grinned.

"Chocolate cake it is." Robin smirked.

"Damn."

"You really thought that would work"? Slade and Robin heard Speedy ask as the pair walked off.

"You never know. One of those days he might slip… We must wear him down eventually, right?"

"Never give up, never surrender!" the archer agreed.

"Stop quoting 'Galaxy Quest'."

"Alan Rickman is hot."

"Yes. He also always look like it pains him to be in movies and he'd rather be somewhere else."

"Does not!"

"Does too."

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Let me win this one and I'll go down on you in the bathroom."

"He looks slightly bothered, yeah…"

Slade and Robin just looked at each other and chuckled.

"I'll have Sarah drench the place in chlorine later." the man muttered, as he pondered the consequences of the red-head's conversation.

"Twice." Robin agreed. He studied his arm a bit more, and then jumped a little.

"Hey! My scar is gone!"

"What do you mean?" Slade asked. "The cut didn't leave one."

"No, not that, an old one. I had one here just below my shoulder."

"Oh, yes you will find that all your old scars are gone. Your body was completely replaced by identical but new cells. DNA contains all the information needed to create skin, bone, teeth, hair, and so on, but 'cute kissable scars' are not included."

"Aw, so you do remember it!" Robin grinned.

"Let's just say I have noted that it was a rather… sensitive area…" Slade smirked.

"It was… maybe I should circle it with a black marker or something…? Maybe I should do that to all of them? Draw you a map?"

"I'm insulted that you think I need one." Slade snorted. "Besides, I think it would severely impair your smell and taste. Let's use frosting."

"Deal. When?"

"Eventually."

"Maybe I should just wait for new scars…" Robin muttered.

"Don't sulk. I was going to take you to the gym now."

"Really? Great!" Robin immediately perked up. It didn't last long.

"You want me to do what?"

"Walk. On this treadmill. The slowest setting. What is so hard to understand about that?"

"But I thought we would work out!" Robin whined.

"And I thought you agreed to listen to me?" Slade smirked. "Be a good boy and do what you're told. I'll be back in ten, I just have to make a phone call."

"All right."

"Behave."

As soon as Slade was out the door, Robin jumped off the treadmill and stretched. Now, when he wasn't tired anymore, he felt absolutely fantastic. His whole body itched with the need to move, to try it out. He grinned and did a few cartwheels. It was childish, but he just felt like it. He continued with jumps, kicks, flips, anything he could think off, and then the door opened. Robin froze.

"Hey, mum, are you supposed to do those things?" Red asked, trailed by a frowning Speedy.

"No… problem… I'm just fine!" Robin panted. Okay, so he was a bit more out of breath than usual, but that might just be normal so soon after the transformation. "Look!" He said and threw himself into a series of flips. "This – is - no pro-"

Suddenly something squeezed his chest. He lost his balance, and landed badly on his arm. He heard it break.

Slade, of course, chose just the moment before to walk back in. Robin blacked out, probably more from self preservation, than from the pain.

"You had a massive heart-attack!" Slade roared.

"Noooo… just some chest pain, nothing major." Robin muttered. He had just woken up, and was already being yelled at.

"Oh lord…" Slade muttered. "It just occurred to me that I'm going to spend eternity with a stubborn, unreasonable, self-centered-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now you know how I feel…" Robin smirked.

"Don't try to be cute, it's not working." Slade muttered. "You disobeyed me and you had a heart attack."

"Would have settled for a spanking." Robin smirked wider. "Hey, why did I have one anyway? The drug is working, so why the hell did I almost die?"

"Because everything is new, and needs to be tested slowly. You shocked your system, it panicked."

"Sucky system. Ow, I remember breaking my arm…" Robin lifted his right one from the bed, stared at it, and then, confused, lifted his left instead. "What…?"

"It healed, naturally. Your heart is fine too, under the circumstances. But if you don't want this to happen again, I suggest you listen from now on. Deal?"

Robin sighed. He had been a bit of an idiot…

"Yes, Master."

Four days later, after following Slade's every little order to the letter, Robin was declared completely healthy. Something which, naturally, was cause for celebration.

"I've missed this soooo much…" Robin purred, relishing the feeling of Slade's lips on his naked skin.

"Mmmm… me too." Slade chuckled and put some white frosting on Robin's left nipple.

"That makes it look like you're already finished…" Robin grinned, and made a little cooing noise as his chest was licked clean. Slade had told him to just lean back and enjoy, and that was an order Robin was happy to follow.

"I want you… now." he purred, winding his legs around Slade's hips. The man had been so slow, almost stalling, and Robin felt like he was going crazy.

"You haven't realized it yet, have you?" the man smirked down on him, getting in position. Robin felt the slick tip of Slade's cock, pushing and sliding its way to its target, before stopping, resting against his opening, just prodding it gently.

"Realized what?" Robin asked.

"With your cells renewing, your body reforming… well… you're practically a virgin."

"Get out!" Robin gasped.

"It's getting in that will be the hard part, I imagine…" Slade smirked, and pushed a bit harder to make a point.

"Wow…" Robin mumbled, not seeming to have heard Slade's quip, which might have been just as well. "Not every day you get this kind of a do-over…"

"Well, we, if any, need one." Slade said seriously.

"Yeah… I barely remember the first time." Robin mumbled, before looking up at Slade. "I love you."

"I love you too. More than anything else in the world." the man answered, his voice grave.

"That means everything to me. Now shut up and fuck me!" Robin grinned.

Now it was Slade's turn to follow orders, but he didn't mind. Not one bit.

The End

A/N: I'm WORKING on Black Sheep 3 I swear! I just need a bit more time to focus… in the mean while read the work of Jayto, and another one of my favorite authors: Kawaii-kuro! The first needs no introductions, I think you have all found her work and love it… the later has this amazing smexy Sladin called Sladomasochism (I dare you not to love that title!) and a wonderful AU story called Het Vogellied it's only two chapters, but it's brilliant and tragic and beautiful and I love it! So go read… I feel these two will push me downwards on the 'Favorite Sladin-writer'-list, if there is one, and if I'm on it… Hmmm… wait… maybe you SHOULDN'T read them?! Stay away! ;)