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IMPORTANT NEWS FROM fluffy09!You lucky people in the US who watch 'Smallville' will be able to see our beloved character Slade visiting that show in the new season 10! I was very excited as I heard this, but of course it might be horrible… no matter, PLEASE tell me if you see the episode/episodes, or clips/images from it, PLEASE! Swedish television is showing season 3 right now… okay, as reruns, but the "new" episodes seems to be on hold for now, so I have no idea what season we are on here… -growls- Keep your eyes open!

A/N: Errr… so, okay, guys, happy Halloween! This story deserves a warning, but I can't put one in, because that would ruin it! Quite a conundrum… ;) Continue at your own risk and don't yell at me if this scars you for life! It's a Halloween story after all! It's supposed to. And it's PWP (plot, what plot?) so don't expect anything else.

It's based on an X-mas-wish from Wiccademon, she was too late to get it for an x-mas-present, but when I started thinking about Halloween, her idea really fit… I do like to point out, though, that it's just inspired by her prompt, this is not necessarily anything she would have wanted… so don't yell at her, yell at me! ; )

Dangerous Paths

Robin's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He had just seen Slade heading towards the park. The reason it was suspicious wasn't that the man was a wanted criminal, though he was, but that he had said that he'd be out of town this weekend… So why was he going into the rougher parts of the woods, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, this late at night?

Robin himself had a very good reason to be dressed similarly and heading into the park this late at night; he was jogging. It was Halloween and he needed to detox from all the candy. He always thought he had self-control, he was even proud of it, but when it came to this holiday… Well… he was as bad as Beast Boy.

Robin frowned and wondered if he should follow the man or not. As far as he knew, there was nothing to steal in the park, and he didn't want to seem like he was stalking the man, just because they happened to be lovers… well… enemies with benefits, really.

It had all started two months ago. Robin had been out jogging, like now, when he was suddenly pulled into a alley. He had heard a dark voice, Slade's, as there was no mistaking it, purr "Hello, Robin", and thought his last moment had come. Before he knew it, however, he wasn't beaten, but kissed, within an inch of his life. Robin had had no idea how to react, and had eventually wrestled himself free from Slade's grip and escaped.

The man was never far away from then on, however, and Robin had started to rather enjoy being pulled away and molested. So much, in fact, that he had begun to seek the man out.

The teen hero had slowly let Slade go further and further, the man only stopping reluctantly when being told to, or kicked, and within a month they had already gone all the way for the first time. After that Slade had become, if possible, even more possessive and demanding of Robin's time, but the hero didn't mind. It was almost shameful, the amount he didn't mind.

They didn't exactly date. Not once. They made out and they fucked. Talking was kept to a minimum, mostly consisting of 'yes', 'no', 'harder' and 'faster' on Robin's part and grunts on Slade's. Both of them often left their trysts bruised in one way or another, Slade for not listening, and Robin for asking for a little too much.

Their 'official' lives had not changed; if anything they fought more fiercely than ever, and they were in no way becoming a traditional couple, or even friends. Still, there were times of peace, as they both enjoyed the afterglow, but only on those occasions when they had found somewhere semi-comfortable to fuck. One didn't snuggle behind a dumpster.

He had never even seen Slade's face, not clearly, both because of the man's love of very dark places and because he wore a cloth-mask under his usual one, one which didn't cover his mouth. He knew the man had white hair, though, and had mapped out his features so many times with his hands and lips, so when Robin now spotted him, he recognized him instantly, even though he saw him only for a few seconds and from quite far away. No one was built or moved like Slade.

Robin still hesitated, following only slowly. He didn't have a mask on himself right now, and a search through his pockets produced nothing; he had forgotten to take one with him. In fact… he didn't have anything. He paused. He had laid out his communicator and bo-staff and everything else he usually took along, should he need it, but… Robin groaned. The call from Bruce. The man had, as usual, managed to drive him close to a mental breakdown and he had been a little too eager to go out running afterwards, just pulling on his black sweatpants and dark red hoodie, leaving all his equipment behind. He muttered something ugly under his breath, but then the detective took over.

Slade had told him, just yesterday, that he had business elsewhere for the weekend and wouldn't be back until Tuesday… and still here he was. Was he planning some crime, or worse; was he fucking some other hero on the side?

Robin didn't like that thought; the infidelity one, that is. He didn't particularly like the crime-one either, but it didn't make his blood boil; it was more annoying than anything else. Slade was his. Sure, not in the romantic, lovey-dovey sort of way, perhaps, but he refused to share the man nonetheless. He wondered if he should tell Slade that.

He should, Robin decided, and started to track the man down.

The City Park of Jump was huge and partly real, unkempt woodland. This is where the man had headed, on a small winding path. The only light here was the moon, and Robin wished he had a flashlight. He wasn't afraid of the dark as such, it was just that… well, it was very dark!

Thump-thump-thump

Robin stopped dead. It sounded like a heartbeat, and it wasn't his. He knew that, because he was pretty sure his own had stopped. After listening for a moment he released the breath he had been holding and chuckled as he identified the sound. He still was close enough to the road to hear the traffic, and the sound was a car with closed windows and the speakers on max. Robin had no idea how people could focus on driving in such a racket, but he supposed he was just being a grumpy old man. Well, that's what Cy usually told him, anyway.

He continued, as quietly as he could. He was following a known criminal after all, and Slade might not be happy to see him. Besides, he didn't really want to be seen by the man either, without his mask. It was dark enough, though, so as long as they stayed in the forest, he was pretty safe. Robin pulled the hood up to cover his face a little better, just in case.

The noise from the city started to die away, and soon there were only the sounds of the woods left. Leaves rustled, twigs snapped and Robin... well, he jumped. Just a little, mind you, he wasn't a total wimp.

"This is stupid. I'm the scariest thing out here." he muttered and managed a little grin. "Well, except Slade. And Slade's not so scary when you know how to handle him…" he added smugly. He would soon regret those words.

His eyes started to adapt to the dark more and more, and soon he could even make out some details. Robin grew more confident when the feeling of stumbling around blindly disappeared and started to move faster.

Suddenly he came to a clearing, bathing in moonlight, and in the middle of it stood Slade. A very naked Slade.

Robin looked around, but the man appeared to be alone. What the hell was he up to? Robin's mind was reluctant to even offer up any suggestions. Naked yoga? Did Slade belong to some sort of cult or nature-worshippers? He was about to walk into the clearing when the man doubled over with a pained grunt. The teen's eyes flashed and he searched the edge of the clearing. The man had just been shot in front of him! He was, again, just about to rush out when he looked back at Slade and gasped. He didn't look human any more. In front of Robin's eyes, Slade's bones cracked, joints shifted, his face lengthened and fur was starting to cover the pale skin and rippling muscles.

Robin was used to Beast Boy's effortless, smooth changes, but this was something else. It looked painful, outdrawn, and Robin just started to understand what he was seeing when it was over.

"Werewolf." he whispered.

The beast's head immediately snapped up, and turned towards him. Robin found himself pierced by a grey eye marbled with predatory yellow. The other eye socket was black and empty.

"Shit." As he took a step back, the wolf growled. It was huge, and must have weighed twice or three times as much as a normal one. It looked like it was on steroids; Robin didn't think wolves were supposed to have quite so wide chests. The fur was as brilliantly white as the man's hair, making it seem like he was glowing.

Staying around to study a monster wasn't on sane people's to-do lists, however, so Robin started edging backwards. Running might provoke a chase, the know-it-all part of his brain suggested. The animal obviously didn't know that he wasn't supposed to be provoked, however, because he suddenly leapt after the teen, teeth flashing.

Robin didn't give a damn about common sense at that moment; he turned and ran for his life.

He was pulled back suddenly, and Robin thought the monster had already got him, until he discovered that it was only a branch which had caught onto his hood. He quickly wrenched out of it as he couldn't pull free and ran on in just a t-shirt.

The chase didn't last long. Robin swore as he noticed that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere and the path had disappeared.

Well, at least I'm not leading him into the city where he can hurt innocent people… although I'm feeling fucking innocent at the moment too… he thought darkly as he spun around. The wolf had stopped just a few meters away. Robin grabbed a branch, longing not only for his mask, but his whole arsenal. Hell, a flame-thrower would be good.

"Slade? Slade, come on. It's me; Robin. You know me… remember?" the teen tried.

The beast seemed unimpressed, however, and Robin continued.

"No? Err… good doggie? Wanna fetch a stick? Here! Fetch the stick!" Robin waved the branch in the air temptingly, but the werewolf seemed more interested in eating humans than playing fetch. "Okay… looks like I'm going to have to be guilty of some animal cruelty." Robin muttered. "Sorry Slade, I hope you still respect me in the morning…"

The teen attacked. It couldn't be so different from fighting Beast Boy in an animal-shape, he figured. A moment later he realized a very important detail, though. Beast Boy as an animal was still Beast Boy, and this… this was still Slade.

"Aargh!" he had gotten in a good hit or two, seemingly because of surprise. Prey didn't usually attack first, after all. Now, however, the animal had swatted him to the ground like a fly, the claws taking most of his t-shirt with them and, judging by the burning on his back, some skin as well.

Robin rolled over, about to get up again, when a paw almost lazily planted itself on his chest and pushed down. The teen could hear his ribcage groan. He stared down at the front-paw. It looked like a mix of a hand and a paw, but it was mostly animal. The toes were slightly longer and seemed more flexible than a wolf's, almost like stubby fingers, and adorning them were long claws, more like feline ones than canine, although it didn't appear like they could be retracted. At least the beast seemed in no mood to do so.

A snuffling sound made Robin look away from the claws to the wolf's face, and he was surprised to see the snout buried in the remains of his t-shirt. The strips of fabric were held somewhat awkwardly in a paw while the sensitive nose nuzzled it.

Robin's hand reached around blindly for something, anything. He had lost the branch somehow, but now found another, shorter one. He brought it up violently, intending to knock the wolf out, but its head darted to the side, meeting the strike. Powerful jaws closed around the wood, which was instantly turned into a pile of kindle. The beast gave him a disgusted look, one he actually recognized. Slade always used it before he said something along the line of 'you can do better than that, Robin'.

"Nice to know you haven't lost your touch there…." Robin muttered. "You're still an infuriating arrogant asshole."

The beast snorted and put the fabric down. As the muzzle moved closer, Robin tried to crawl back. Teeth snapped right in front of his face then, though, the message loud and clear.

"Okay. Don't move. I get it." Robin breathed as the monster started sniffing his neck. "Trying to figure out where to bite? You always take this long killing your dinner? Don't the rabbits get bored? Ah!" the wolf had just licked his neck. "What the hell? Slade? What are you…? Do you recognize me? My scent? I bet there's a lot of you in it still, after last night… see? No dinner. Friend? Friend? Oh, okay, no moving." The growl had warned him this time.

The beast seemed somewhat confused about whether or not Robin should be regarded as a BFF or a BLT. Robin didn't mind the confusion, though, it was the decision he dreaded.

"Ow, your nose is cold!" The teen twitched slightly as it once again buried itself in the crook of his neck. "That means you're healthy, I guess… no chance of you turning paws up at the moment is there? No… thought n-glllerrg!" the tongue raked across the teen's lips. Robin was so stunned as the long, wet appendage bathed his face that the only thing he could think about was that at least the wolf didn't have bad breath. That made sense, he guessed, because why would the monster have it when Slade didn't? The one time they had taken a room at a motel, for almost a whole night, Slade had brought a toothbrush, Robin remembered from out of the blue. Was that because he sometimes woke up with fur stuck in his teeth? In any case Robin hoped it was fur, and not, say, a handbag.

"AAH!" the beast just started sniffing his armpit. "What- AAAH! No! No licking there! That's disgusting, Slade! God, I hope I survive this just long enough for you to turn back so I can tell you what you just did, you pervert! Omph!"

The wolf didn't seem impressed with the outburst and had flung himself down on the ground, next to the teen, both paws now across his body. Robin had the freighting impression of a dog settling down with a huge, chewy bone between its paws.

The sinuous tongue continued over his chest, and Robin gasped as it caressed a nipple. The pink bud hardened instantly in the cool air, which caught the beast's attention, and the tongue returned. Robin froze, imagining how his nipple was bitten straight off, but the beast simply moved on, down over his stomach.

"I need a shower something awful…" Robin complained, and then his breath caught in his throat again. "No-no-no! Not there! Bad doggie! BAD!"

The werewolf was sniffing his crotch enthusiastically, and then licked across the sweatpants, making a sound between a whine and a growl.

The wolf, or Slade, as Robin tried to remind himself that the creature actually was, stood up, and a paw started clawing at the waistband. The fear of being mauled was slowly starting to be replaced by a fear of something else. As he laid there, flat on his back, Robin's eyes shifted from the towering wolf's paw and sniffing muzzle, to the rest of his body.

"Oh, fuck…" Robin's eyes widened as he, between the beast's back legs, saw the things that defiantly put him in the male, unneutered category. He was very familiar with Slade's human parts, but not this. The balls might look somewhat familiar, although the skin looked dark, almost black, and they were drawn up tighter against his body, but the cock itself… the beast had a sheath, covered with the same white fur as the rest of him, which would be very decent except the fact that something was poking out of it. Something pointy, glistening and very red. And it wasn't an early Christmas-decoration.

Staying still and just hoping not to be eaten was no longer an option. Robin knew he might be losing a limb doing it, but he still let his fist crash into the animal's jaw.

To say that he stunned the wolf would be to grossly exaggerating it, but he managed to avoid the snapping jaws long enough to get to his feet. He backed away, as fast as he could, while trying to decide which way to run. Fighting the thing had been mostly pointless; it didn't even seem to feel his kicks. Much like the normally-shaped Slade, to be honest.

For once, the beast seemed to be in no particular hurry. It paced in front of him, sniffing the air, the tail raised slightly. When his tongue wasn't lolling out of the fearsome jaws, the beast was licking his mouth and nose, seemingly tasting the air. Whatever it tasted like, the wolf seemed to like it. A lot.

Robin stared as more of the shaft became visible. The moonlight caught on a few drops slipping from it, and the wolf made that strange half growl-whine again.

"Yeah, I see you're hard up, doggy-boy, but you have to go hump a rock or something… I'm not available…" Robin muttered. "Tell me, dogs don't climb trees, do they? They better not." The teen had decided that running was as futile as fighting, but he was more than willing to spend the night in a tree, if that's what it took. He had spotted a branch above his head and jumped for it. The wolf, however, didn't think little birds should sit in trees.

If werewolves climbed trees or not, wouldn't be discovered that night, because of the fact that, when the werewolf stood up on his hind legs, he quite easily reached the struggling teen, who hadn't been able to get a good grip on the moss-covered branch.

First the claws snatched only at his trousers, leaving his ass more than half bare, but at least he was still free. Robin swung his body, throwing himself at another branch, almost reaching it, when he was snatched out of the air and thrown onto the ground.

When he stubbornly tried to get up, his sweatpants somewhere around his ankles after the struggle, a warm, hairy body covered his.

"Get off me! Seriously Slade, what the hell are you doing? Who ever heard of a gay werewolf? Shouldn't you go and try to find some pretty little bitch in heat somewhere?"

The wolf's snort ruffled Robin's hair, and he understood perfectly well what it meant; 'you are my pretty little bitch'.

"Don't even think about it! I'm not a bitch, I'm not pretty and I'm not little!" Robin snarled and kicked out his leg blindly, connecting with a hind paw. This got a reaction, but not a good one. The beast had apparently lost his patience with this difficult piece of tail, and was ready to show his subordinate who the boss was. Robin learned this when two rows of very sharp teeth grabbed his neck.

The Titan stopped moving instantly; he barely dared to blink. Something trickled down the side of his neck, but he didn't know if it was blood, sweat or maybe saliva from the beast. The warning growl made Robin's spine vibrate, and he took a very slow, very deep breath.

"Okay… okay… but I'm still fighting you on the heat issue…" he claimed, although not very confidently.

The wolf was shuffling around behind him; Robin felt the soft, thick fur rubbing up and down his back, which actually felt nice in the rather chill air.

"I guess I could always turn you into a rug…" he growled.

Growling was the wrong thing for a pretty little bitch to do, obviously, or at least Slade thought so, because the jaws tightened in warning. Robin couldn't help a slight whimper, just the sound of him drawing in breath quickly, really, but the teeth disappeared and there were a couple of licks to his neck instead. If it was an apology or the reward for him being good, the teen didn't know. The message was clear though: 'keep still or I'll snap your neck'. Robin decided to keep still, although he almost changed his mind as he felt something hot and wet, sliding against his ass.

"Slade?" he asked pleadingly one last time. "Slade, please d-"

The wolf didn't listen, however. He was on a mission, and strong paws grabbed Robin's sides, as the sliding turned into stabbing and poking. The cock felt almost sharp as it prodded his behind, without finding its target. The beast got more and more frustrated, until a particular frightening growl made Robin raise his ass just enough.

"AAAH!" The teen's cry was drowned in a triumphant bark-like sound from the beast. Robin felt speared, but at least the shaft was a lot slimmer than it normally was, not much more than a thick finger, and very slick of its own accord, so the yell was more from surprise than any actual pain. He had been fucked by Slade for a month, after all and- Robin's brain did the math it should have done long ago; their first time had been around the full moon too! Slade had not been gentle, but Robin had been inexplicably unable to withstand his advances.

"God, I really am your bitch, aren't I?" the teen panted. "Mmh!" he added as the cock managed to hit his prostate. "Guess size doesn't matter…" he mumbled. "Who knew?"

After a few short seconds, however, Robin's eyes were getting bigger… and something else as well. The beast's cock seems to get longer and longer, and the thickness increased too. The base seemed to be swelling the most, but still thrusting in and out of him, stretching his entrance more and more every time. With one last thrust the wolf buried itself deep within Robin, making the teen yelp as the swelling breached him, bigger than ever. The animal then stayed more or less still, but the cock-base continued to grow, until Robin was sure it was as big as an orange. He gasped as the pressure on his sweet-spot grew as well, and then the beast's hips jerked against his. First Robin didn't understand what the heat he felt was, but then he did: the beast was coming, and he didn't seem to know how to stop.

The paws had released him, there was no need for the wolf to hold his bitch still when they were stuck together by the larger male's cock, and stuck they were. Robin started moaning as the cum inside him was beginning to make him feel bloated, but it still kept coming, shot after strong shot. Suddenly he found himself crying out and shake through one of the most sudden and powerful climaxes of his life. As his ass tightened on the cock inside him, there was a rumbling, purring sound from above, seeming, Robin thought dimly, very smug.

The teen sank down on his elbows, the wolf above him still filling him up, breeding him, but there was nothing he could do about it. In fact he already started to get hard again, and before long he was moaning, thrusting back on the huge thing lodged tightly inside him, until he came once more, only minutes after the first time.

At long last, Robin was sure it must have been more than ten minutes, the creature finally stopped coming. He didn't seem to shrink though, and, after a few more minutes, started to get restless. When he moved back, tugging at Robin's backside, the teen cried out in pain and fear of being ripped open. The wolf seemed to listen, for once, and pulled his mate down with him, to lie on the ground, spooning.

In a panic Robin wondered if the cock would ever shrink.

"Come on, Slade, think unsexy thoughts, please… I don't want to walk into a hospital with a werewolf up my ass…" he pleaded.

It was another ten minutes or so, however, before the thing finally was small enough to slip out, along with what seemed like a torrent of cum.

The wolf sat up, lifted his leg and started to wash itself. Robin just collapsed completely onto the ground, and fell asleep to the feeling of a tongue cleaning his ass.

Robin knew it was morning from a few clues. The sun was filtering through the leaves, the birds were chirping away, and the arm and leg which were sprawled across his body were human. The appendages then moved, the arm pulling Robin closer, and someone grunted.

"Robin?"

"You are buying me breakfast." The teen muttered, before glaring back at the man.

"Look at me with those eyes and I'll buy you a small country." the man smirked. He didn't seem particularly surprised at the situation, and Robin had a feeling that he remembered what had happened last night. And probably rather fondly at that. Robin's own feelings were confused at best, his mind now preoccupied with the fact that the man had seen his face… and he had seen his.

Slade didn't seem bothered by this either, however, which made Robin relax slightly. Come to think of it, even if Slade found out his identity, Robin now knew that the man was a werewolf… maybe the things canceled each other out.

"I might take you up on that offer… just to be able to escape you." The teen threatened.

"You don't want to escape me. You're mine." the man stated, the hand around Robin sliding up and down his naked body, as the man's own, more muscled one, pressed into him from behind.

"You loved it… didn't you?"

"Yeah…" Robin admitted. "We definitely have to do this again."

Slade looked down on the bleeding bite-wound on Robin's neck.

"I don't think we have a choice."

The End

A/N: now might be a good time to remind you that I did not turn Slade into a girl and had Robin fuck him. See? It could have been worse? Right? Right? Okay, so that didn't work. I think I'd better run now…