A/N: What?! Another drabble!? Yes, well, this continues the Terms-drabble from yesterday, but don't worry, you can probably eat just fine while reading this…
(Sorry about several ruined computer screens and keyboards… but I DID warn you! ;) )
A New Addition
Robin hissed as he sat down in the sofa, drawing some attention from Red and Speedy who were otherwise busy gutting a large candy-egg.
"What's up?" Red asked.
"Played a prank on Slade yesterday." Robin muttered. "It wasn't appreciated. My ass has never been this red."
"He spanked you? As in actual punishment-spanked you?" Speedy coughed, having swallowed some chocolate the wrong way.
"Yeah." Robin muttered again. "It started out like that. Then it got awesome." he added with a smirk. "So… what are you doing for Easter, except eating our candy?"
"Well, we got some eggs…" Speedy shrugged.
"Really? To paint?" Robin asked, thinking that his friends didn't seem the type.
"No, the vibrating kind." Red grinned.
"Oh, of course."
"We did paint some eggs too, though. Each others. Damn paint itched when it dried." Speedy admitted and squirmed a bit in his seat.
"Eeewww…"
"It edible paint." Red explained.
"Double eeewww!"
"There's no pleasing some people." Speedy sighed. "So, apart from letting us eat your candy, what are you gonna do for Easters?"
"Well, I'm… actually waiting for a delivery…" Robin grinned nervously.
"Oh, so we should leave?"
"No! No, you should stay! Please?" Robin hurriedly said, making the redheads very suspicious, as well as a certain man who just came in.
"Why should they stay, Robin?" Slade asked darkly. "And that was expensive chocolate, by the way."
"I thought you stole it?" Red asked innocently.
"Yes, well, it would have been expensive …" Slade shrugged.
"You stole candy, Slade? Really? We practically own the whole city and you steal candy?" Robin grinned.
"It was just for fun." the man looked rather ashamed.
The elevator-door then opened, and Wintergreen stepped out, holding a very large cardboard Easter egg.
"Delivery for Robin."
"Has it been through the safety-procedures?" Slade asked, grabbing Robin's arm as the teen was about to go closer.
"No, I know what it is, okay? It's from a trusted source." Robin hurriedly took the egg and turned towards Slade.
"So… Slade… love?"
"Oh my god, what have you done?" The man asked, sounding very worried.
"Well… I'll just show you…" Robin undid the bow and opened the top half of the egg. Something looked back. "Slade, Red, Speedy… this is Bunny!"
"That's not a bunny…" Red said and then tilted his head. "Right?"
"What… what is it?" Speedy asked.
"It's a kitten!" Robin snorted. "Honestly, you two!"
"That's not a cat!" Red objected. "It looks like an alien… like a gremlin… or Yoda!"
"Or a bat!" Speedy agreed. "It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen!"
"No! How can you say such a thing?" Robin growled.
"Awo-ooo." said the creature in the egg.
"See? It doesn't even sound like a cat!" Red said. "Besides, didn't Slade say no to cats?"
"That I did." The man said stiffly, still staring at the furry little thing.
"Yes, but you told me you were allergic! This is a Cornish Rex, and some allergic people are fine with them. Look, isn't he lovely?"
"It's a boy?" Speedy asked.
"Named Bunny?" Red filled in.
"I thought it was cute!" Robin said.
"Man, nothing about that thing is cute…" Red snorted.
Robin looked down at the little white kitten with large blue spots; 'harlequin' the breeder had called the color-combination. The kitten's ears were enormous, the reference to Yoda not entirely inaccurate. His eyes were very big as well, and he had the tiniest, slender body, a long, slim tail, and it was all covered in a fur best described as fuzzy velvet. The fur would grow in completely within the kitten's first two years, and soon become curly, with ridges of waves across his back. Robin had no idea how the other's couldn't see how adorable Bunny was.
"Here." he said, picking the kitten up and handing it to Slade. "Bond."
The kitten had been very good about sitting still in the egg, but, as it turned out, it would do very little of that in the future.
"It's very warm. Is it sick?" Slade asked, and Robin tried to ignore the hope in his voice.
"No it just feels warm cause it doesn't have much fur yet." Robin explained. "So it should have free access to warm places."
"That's only fair, Slade; you already do." Red snickered.
"Robin, I told you I was allergic because I just don't like cats!" Slade explained. The kitten, who had more than enough room in just the palm of the man's hand, was sitting up and looking at Slade in a very contemplating way.
"Well, he likes you." Robin tried, and then turned the look on Slade. He used it very rarely, so the man wouldn't get immune, and Slade reacted accordingly.
"Please stop, Robin, just… oh for the love of… all right, he's on probation…"
"See Bunny… daddy loves you too!" Robin cooed.
"Wah." said Bunny and looked like he doubted the fact.
"Seems like we've got a baby- brother then…" Red sighed and glanced at Speedy. "I feel neglected already. I think I need to act out somehow."
"At least we are the pretty ones… Does this mean we have to be responsible now?" Speedy asked worriedly.
Bunny took a walk up Slade's arm to his shoulder, where he snuggled in next to the man's neck.
"You don't want a cat by any chance?" Slade asked.
"Slade!" Robin slapped the man's arm.
"What? I might have been talking about another cat…" Slade defended himself. "Oh, what the-"
Bunny had, after deciding that he actually liked his new 'daddy' shown it by pushing his cold, slightly wet, nose into the man's ear and started purring.
"Please take him off me." the man said stiffly, and Robin grinned, picking the cat up. It had gone better than he had expected anyway, so he was more than willing to give the man some lee-way. Bunny, though, wasn't. Robin had put the kitten down on the floor so it could start to explore its new home, but within moments Slade cried out in a rather surprising way, making the others turn towards him.
Robin spotted the reason immediately. Bunny, who missed the view, was climbing back up, via the back of Slade's leg.
"Bunny, no! Naughty kitten! Don't hurt daddy!" Robin told the cat, trying not to laugh.
"Oh-oh." Bunny said and, judging by Slade's face, sank his claws even further into the man's skin.
Robin knew the cat vas in real danger now, and plucked him off his husband, letting Bunny sit on his own shoulder.
"There, that's better, right?" Robin told the cat, who seem to still be eyeing the better advantage point of Slade. "Let's go have some Easter-lunch, shall we?" Robin asked the other three men in the room and then touched his husband's arm. "Love you."
"You better." Slade muttered.
The day went fine. Bunny explored the flat, and Robin made sure that the cat knew where his litter box, food and water were being kept, as well as a thick warm blanket to curl up in.
"I found that blanket hidden away last week. I thought it was for me." Slade muttered sullenly as they watched the tiny fuss-ball curled up in it, sleeping soundly later that night. The kitten did a lot of sleeping, which Slade really didn't mind, because when it didn't sleep, it was mainly attached to the man in some way.
"Awww…" Robin smiled. "Let's go to the bedroom and I'll give you something better…"
The days passed and Bunny settled in well, or, as Slade put it, 'took over'. The kitten's strange little sounds could be heard all over the apartment at all times of day, and Robin always hurried to find out what was bothering the cat-child. Often it was nothing. Sometimes some of the food had rolled onto the floor, and if this happened, the cat demanded to have all of the food replaced. It also managed to get shut in everywhere, like the bathroom, closets and even drawers, and Robin was pretty sure it was mostly by accident. The worst the cat wailed when Slade ignored him, however. In the end Robin often found Bunny curled up in the man's lap or riding on his shoulder, because, according to Slade, it was just easier that way.
Slade and Robin always tried to spend at least one or two nights off work, often in the sofa in front of the fire. The only difference now, was that they were three, and even Slade chuckled as Bunny sat on the rug in front of them, conversing.
"I wonder if he's telling us about his day?" Robin grinned, looking at the cat who was sitting straight up and chatting away with a serious expression on his little face.
"Or maybe what he's planning to do tomorrow… I wonder if there's any way to translate." Slade said thoughtfully.
"Get a team on it; I still don't know where any of my mini-tracker-discs are." Robin sighed. Even he had to admit that the kitten managed to cause more trouble than should be possible for someone his size.
"Well, don't leave stuff like that laying around with kids in the house." Slade smirked. "Besides, why don't track them?"
"I was changing the batteries… you really think I wouldn't have thought of that, otherwise?" Robin snorted.
"Well you are amazingly dense sometimes." The man chuckled.
"Yeah, in my more idiotic moments I go around marrying old mercenaries." Robin snorted.
"That's it, only vanilla-sex for you tonight!" Slade decided and slapped the teen's hip teasingly.
"Aawww… nooo? No bondage? No toys?" Robin pretended to complain.
"Nope, just me and you. Under the covers and lights off." Slade said.
"You are a very cruel man, Slade." Robin muttered. "Let's go right now!" he added with a grin.
"Eager little slut."
"Nu-huh! Vanilla! No dirty talk!" Robin objected.
"Oh, right." Slade looked like he wanted to rethink his decision, but Robin was already dragging him to the bedroom.
Vanilla sex wasn't really that bad, Robin thought as he smiled up at his husband. Missionary position, no games, no toys, just the two of them moving together slowly, lovingly. Of course, it would drive him crazy if it happened night after night, but at least he got a long, lovely fuck out of it. That was; he usually did. Suddenly Slade gasped and stiffened, driving into Robin with a hard thrust.
"You… you came already?" Robin asked with a disbelieving look at Slade's slightly contorted face.
"Fucking… CAT!" The man groaned and Robin bent over to the side, glancing down, before bursting out in laughter. Bunny had entered the bedroom, seen the covers move, and then Slade's toes had poked out from under them. The temptation was simply too much to resist for a little cat-boy.
"You should be happy he didn't make it under the covers and saw some dangly things…" Robin snickered.
"Aww!" Bunny agreed and jumped on Slade's back.
"Keep an eye on the damn creature while I finish this." Slade growled and started moving inside Robin again.
"What? You are still…? Yeah… yeah you are, aren't you?" Robin gasped the last part as Slade had set a much higher pace now.
"Damn well I will, I was too far along to stop now." Slade muttered in Robin's ear. "Your ass is so tight, it will take an army to stop me from fucking you."
"I guess the vanilla-thing is off?"
"We're just adding some topping." Slade agreed.
"I don't mind…" Robin grinned. "Mmmm…. yes… I love your big-" Robin then burst out laughing again, much to Slade's annoyance.
"What?!" the man barked.
"It's Bunny. He's looking like his riding a mechanical bull…" Robin giggled. "I'm sorry... I'll try to…" the teen burst into laughter again. "Oh, now he looks like 'oh, why did the funny ride end?'"
"Even I can't fuck someone who keeps giggling!" Slade growled and reached for the intercom. "Wintergreen! Get in here!"
"Slade! No!" Robin objected and tried to squirm out from under the man, something Slade wouldn't allow.
"We're under the covers, Robin! He's seen us in worse positions." Slade said, and a moment later William entered.
"S-sir?"
"Remove the cat from the room and shut the door." Slade said tersely.
"Yes, Sir!" the poor man said and picked up a protesting Bunny from his newest toy.
As soon as the door closed, Slade started thrusting again.
"I… don't believe you… we're having vanilla-sex and you invite the staff to watch?" Robin muttered, trying to ignore how the good feelings were rapidly rebuilding. "Who's next? Red and Speedy?"
"If it would get the job done and they would shut up." Slade growled.
"That takes them out of the process, then… they never shut up…" Robin mumbled and closed his eyes. It was impossible for him to be angry with Slade when the man fucked him like this. Yeah, he was weak and pathetic that way, but it just couldn't be helped. Soon he was too busy moaning to even be ashamed any more.
His moans just barely covered the high-pitched wails and scratches at the door, as Bunny demanded to be let back in to play.
The End.
A/N: Yeah, well, this was a strange Mary Sue-story, since I put one of my own cats in the lead, my baby-boy Exit… well, he's four now, but he still acts like a kitten, so… If you want to see what he looks like, there's photos on my Deviant Art account (just click the homepage-link in my Bio).
Bunny won't be a main character in the future, but he'll be around…
The claw-in-toes-during sex-thing is a true story! I've hard about it happening to two separate friends of mine, and it was in a Swedish comic-strip called "Elvis" as well, so I didn't make it up, and it's probably rather common… it has happened to me too, but only in sleep, though… hurts like hell! Everything else, including the sounds 'Bunny' makes, are also inspired from Exit's childhood. He talks a LOT and has the cutest little oh-oh sound… it sounds exactly like the message-alert on ICQ if anyone remembers that…
Anyway, now I'm going on Easter-holiday, so don't expect any more surprises… I DO want to draw something, but we'll see…
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