A/N Happy Birthday CatrionaMalfoy/Virgina Riddle Malfoy!...though it's late... but not my fault... ;)
Well... this was SUPPOSED to be up on March 21st, but this site wouldn't let me (or anyone, I think) update... so I sent this to Mrs. Malfoy by e-mail, but, what the hell... you other people might like it too! ;)
She had a very detailed wish, as hers usually are, and here it is!
- Freestanding story
- Warnings: err… smex and… embarrassment? Yeah… that… ;)
- I take no responsibility for how members of the JL are portrayed. I can do anything. They don't know where I live.
Well Done!
Robin smiled. It was a good day. A really good day, and almost an historic one, because as he looked around the Hall of Justice, it was buzzing with all the members of the Justice League as well as his own Titans and Titans East. They certainly were a colorful bunch…
"How long will this thing take?" someone muttered behind him. Robin glanced back and smirked at Slade.
"Don't tell me that you are feeling… uncomfortable? Want me to hold your hand?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"I bet I would dare to hug you, pat your head and loudly tell you that things will be alright and not to let the creepy heroes scare you… but I won't. Because I'm just that nice."
"And you owe me for agreeing to come here," the mercenary reminded him.
"That too."
There was a snicker to his left and Robin spotted Speedy smirking at him as he came up.
"Hi, how's the team?" Robin greeted his old friend.
"Terrific. How's the little hubby?"
"Not so little," the younger man grinned back.
"Hubby?" Slade growled.
"But not happy," Robin continued. "The things I'll be forced to endure tonight to show my gratitude for this…" he sighed theatrically.
"Well, you do know how to make me feel better," the man admitted with a smirk. He had opted to attend in uniform but without his mask, mostly because Robin had told him that it would show the still suspicious heroes that he had nothing to hide. Slade had then suggested that he'd show up naked. Robin didn't think he had to be that accommodating.
"Shhh… it's about to start!" Speedy hissed as the lights dimmed.
Superman entered a large stage, especially built for this occasion, and now stood in front of a huge movie screen which displayed a waving American flag. A bit too cheesy-patriotic, Robin thought, and a snort from Slade behind him told him the man thought the same thing, but, well… Even though the team worked internationally, the base was still in the US, and it was a special occasion after all.
"Welcome!" Superman started as he had gotten everybody's attention. Robin found himself wondering why the man had walked up and not flown.
If I could fly, I'd never touch the ground again! he thought wistfully to himself before yet again paying attention to the Man of Steel.
"We as Super Heroes often gather in times of crises," the man in red and blue continued, "but today, for once, we gather to celebrate. Today we focus on our young heroes, the next generation, The Teen Titans and Titans East!" A round of applause broke out, and Robin felt his back get just a little bit straighter. "We might have had our doubts in the beginning," Superman smirked a bit teasingly, "but again and again these young men and women have proven themselves, and it's time that we acknowledge this. The past year only, they have, on their own, battled adversaries the League itself might stumble against, gaining new alliances in the process," with these words the man's eyes sought out Slade, who muttered something about being put on display.
Robin heard the murmurs around the vast hall and knew that far from everybody was at ease with the man's presence. After all, he had kicked most of their asses at one time or another. Robin smirked and shuffled back just enough so his shoulders touched the man's chest, as Superman continued his speech.
"As not all of you have been able to visit the Titans and familiarize yourself with their methods, I asked both teams to make a presentation video. I have yet to watch their contributions myself, but I'm sure they will be both a treat and very educational," Superman said. "First up is Titans East." The man gestured at the screen as he moved back toward the edge of the stage.
"I did the editing on this baby, it rocks!" Speedy whispered to Robin, who just grinned and nodded.
The movie, depicting a presentation of Steel City, the Titans themselves and some former cases as well as equipment, training and battle strategy, lasted for about ten minutes, and got a roar of applauds as it ended, although most of them came from the younger, slightly less reserved members. Others seemed to be nodding in approval, however this was, really, the most you could hope for from some.
"Well? Wasn't it hot?" Speedy whispered and Robin grinned again.
"Sure! But ours is hotter!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Sure, fifty bucks… I did ours after all…" Robin smirked.
"Let's say a hundred," the archer chuckled.
"You're on."
The Teen Titan's presentation-movie started and almost immediately Robin knew something was wrong. He was sure there was supposed to be an intro, but instead it cut to a headshot of him talking into a web-camera.
"The Teen Titans, established in-" the screen-Robin said and then something walked by in the background behind him. "Slade, I'm trying to work here!" the teen complained and turned around. "And didn't you just take a shower? What are you doing naked again?"
"Well, I was considering a third round…" the unseen man purred off screen.
The current Robin stared at the screen in complete panic. His eyes strayed to the file-name, displayed at the top of the movie-window, and he felt his knees buckle.
"I… I sent him the wrong file…"
"I think it's interesting…" Slade purred in his ear.
Robin stayed frozen on the spot as his team started to draw closer.
"Err… Dude? Did you re-edit it or something?" Beast Boy asked.
Robin just numbly shook his head as the horrible events unwound before his eyes.
Some people in the audience seemed to think it was some kind of joke, a skit perhaps, but as the seconds ticked by the silence spread.
"Come on, I'm sore since before…" screen-Robin muttered, removed his mask and rubbed his eyes. "And now I have to start over again…"
"Ah, but you left your tights off… I think you want more, little bird…" unseen-Slade said and suddenly a hand pulled Robin back, displaying not only the teen's own room to the viewers, but also a very naked Slade and a hero in only his top and boxers.
The hero in question was being kissed quite hard and pulled down on a bed.
"Unnngggh…. Slade… I… oh, god, I love when you do that… I… I didn't turn off the camera…" Robin said and reached out to wards the computer which was too far away. The image of him, eyes swimming with lust, reaching for the audience, however, made Robin whimper.
"Well, let it watch… pretend everybody is watching… watching me take you… fuck you…" Slade growled playfully in full surround sound. "Let them hear you moan… beg me for more…"
"UUhhh! Yes! Yes, fuck me, Slade! Take me… please!" Robin arched on the bed.
"Turn it off!" real Robin then hissed, the paralysis slowly letting go of him. "For the love of god, turn it off! Why doesn't someone do something! The fastest men in the universe are in this room for crying out loud! Run to the control-room! Blast the projector! Burn the screen for god's sake!" By the end the hero was all but yelling, and Beast Boy, eager to help his leader, ran to the stage and turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex to block the screen. That didn't quite work, however, since the movie was projected, and all it did was show Robin and Slade, slightly distorted and green, but still fully visible.
The dinosaur cried out when he spotted this and turned back to normal again.
"AAArrrgh! Slade and Robin just did it on me!" he screeched and hugged himself.
"Well, Robin, I owe you… this is definitely hotter than mine," Speedy laughed.
"That's it, I'm gonna-" Robin grabbed a bird-a-rang, about to show the projector what he thought of its existence, but he was grabbed by Slade before he could act. "Let me go!"
"No. I'm enjoying seeing how thin Batman's lips can get," the man grinned, while the sound of the movie now let them all know, without any doubt, that some of the audience-members might be a bit too young to stay in the room.
At last someone had the decency to pull the plug somehow, and the movie stopped. There where whistles and boos following this, by a certain few who wanted an encore.
Superman, hesitantly, reentered the stage, looking like he had been on holiday on a planet with a sun made of kryptonite; Robin had never seen the man this red in the face.
"Errr… I... well… I think we should conclude that this was the… wrong movie?" he looked at Robin who nodded quickly and considered stealing one of Speedy's arrows to kill himself with.
"What? It was a treat and very educational!" someone called out in the crowd. Robin thought it was Black Canary. Damn, shouldn't birds stick together? Traitor!
"Yes… yes… be that as it may…" Superman stumbled, obviously not hearing his own words, "Maybe we should… should move on? Flash? You had a speech prepared…?"
Eyes turned to the man who stood close to the stage, but it was rather clear he was in no condition to talk, shaking with laughter to the point where he had started to look blurry around the edges.
"No?" Superman sounded like he was pleading for his life at this point.
It was times like these it took guts to be a leader, but Robin was one, through and through.
"One moment, I brought a backup-file, just in case," he said and held up a flash-drive.
"Just in case we wouldn't like the first feature?" Green Lantern asked innocently.
"We didn't even get to see the end!" Speedy chipped in. "You are gonna sell copies later, right?"
"Okay, everybody just shut up and watch the damn movie!" Robin growled and walked up next to the hero in blue. "Superman, could you take this to the control-room please?"
"Right away!" the man answered, clearly relived to get off stage.
As he left, however, Robin realized that he was standing on it. Alone. In front of the whole League and the Titans. After they had just watched him…
His eyes snapped from face to face. The Flash was still quietly giggling hysterically and the floor under him was beginning to look worn. J'onn looked somewhat intrigued, like he was taking mental notes about human gay sexuality. Red Tornado looked… well as he always did, but that wasn't too surprising. Batman… ahh, shit… Slade was right, if the man's lips would get any thinner they would disappear completely. Wonder Woman… she had always scared the crap out of Robin, and looking at her now, with two red splotches of colors on her cheeks, not from shame but annoyance, Robin swallowed nervously. When their eyes met she shook her head at him in a scolding way.
The Titans however, were another matter. They were grinning, most of them, or looked at him with pity, as Raven did, or the great curiosity Starfire displayed. Bumble-bee, and Robin didn't know if this was because she had been tainted by living with just males, leered rather lewdly at him and made a thumbs up sign. At least Robin thought it was… hard to tell from this distance.
"I… apologize for… well… the hours at the shrink you will have to have to get to deal with this…" he said. The best way to deal with embarrassment, he knew, was to laugh with everybody else… it took the edge off it. "I will just let you know that Slade and I have been seeing each other for eight months and that was not the first date."
"No, I remember the first! We found you on the roof that time!" Cyborg called out.
"Forty extra laps tomorrow and no pizza," Robin growled.
Suddenly the teen heard the familiar first notes of the intro to the real movie, and could escape the scene without looking like he was fleeing.
Ten minutes later, as the movie ended, the room had calmed down a little, and Superman reentered the stage to invite the group into the next room for the buffet that was waiting for them there.
Most of the heroes followed his direction, but Wonder Woman and Batman seemed to want a word with a certain couple. Robin really didn't want to be fifty percent of that couple at that moment, but he was.
"Robin!" Wonder Woman hissed. "What in the world was that supposed to be?"
"You don't recognize sex?" Slade deadpanned. "I'm sure Batman could demonstrate."
Robin was pretty convinced he would lose his lover at that moment, but then, although probably without intending to, Batman came to the rescue.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" the Dark Knight growled and glared at Slade. "At least Robin apologized!"
"I am ashamed…" the man let them know.
"Really?" Batman sounded like he doubted it, and Robin could hear him raise an eyebrow.
"Yes…" the mercenary started. "I mean, that was the third time in under two hours, and I was obviously not at the top of my game."
"Slade, I think the food is waiting!" Robin cried out and started to drag the man away. "Would you stop provoking them?" he hissed as they entered the next room.
"But it's soooo much fun," the man smirked. "Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of… apart from mailing Superman the wrong file."
"It was you who insisted that we should save it!" Robin defended himself.
"Yes, to watch later… I didn't intend for it to be a mass screening," the man smirked. "But I must say I'm loving the reviews…"
"Really? And Batman and Wonder Woman?"
"Ah, critics… some people always have to nag on things to make themselves feel important…" the man shrugged.
"Yes, I'm sure that's it…" Robin muttered.
The night dragged on like a snail crawling through syrup. Everywhere Robin looked people were smirking, glaring or rolling his eyes at him. The whispers were consistent as well, and his team seemed to be targeted with very inappropriate questions. Robin hoped they didn't answer all of them.
"Slade?" he said after a while.
"Yes?"
"Kill me?"
"I don't think I'm allowed to," the man told him contemplatively.
"Like you ever care about things like that!" Robin hissed.
"You're right. It was an excuse. I simply don't want to."
"Thought as much. Bastard," Robin muttered.
"Come." Slade dragged him away from the main room.
"What? Why? Where are we going?"
"I'm going to cheer you up," Slade told him with a smirk. "Ah, look, how wonderfully cliché…"
The man opened a door and Robin found himself in a broom-closet. He was a bit surprised that the Hall of Justice had one, but it was full of cleaning equipment, so obviously it had some use… but maybe not the kind the man had intended, though.
"S-slade!" Robin hissed as he was pushed up against a wall. "W-what are you…? Mmmm…."
"I'm making you feel better," the man told him and kissed him again, before Robin had time to point out something in the area of people with super-hearing were in the building.
Robin didn't notice his belt hitting the ground, but then his tunic and shirt was pulled over his head, trapping his arms above it.
"Hey, don't-mmmpp!"
Slade had again shut him up in one of the two ways he knew how… and since Robin wasn't on his knees, it was by kissing.
The teen felt his own juices start to flow, as the former criminal's ways of communicating his point of view was very persuasive.
"Oh…o-kay, just… just… shove a broom under the door-handle or something…?"
"If that would stop anyone from coming in, I don't think they belong in the JL," Slade snorted, but still jammed the handle, making sure it couldn't be turned down, at least not easily.
The man was quick about it, so quick that Robin had only managed to become more entangled in his clothes and cape, rather than escape them. Slade smirked and lifted the teen up.
There were a row of sturdy metal hooks high up on the wall where a few mops hung. They were now joined by a struggling bird.
"Slade! Let me down!" said bird hissed. "Really, Slade! I…. oh… god… yeeeesss…."
The teen, his arms straining, forgot to object as Slade knelt on the floor in front of him, slid his tights down and practically swallowed his cock. You just don't say no to that.
The hero's boots and tights joined the belt on the floor while Robin himself just didn't care one bit. Instead he hitched his knees over the man's shoulders to ease the tension in his arms and pushed his hips forward, whimpering in irritation as Slade pinned his hips to the wall with one hand.
"No… fair… want to…" Robin complained.
The man's other hand soon made itself known as two slick fingers pushed into Robin's body. The teen bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out, as he so recently had found out just how vocal he could be. Maybe he should let Slade buy that ball-gag after all.
Robin tried to push himself down on the fingers and into Slade's mouth as well, at the same time, but his hips were still so cruelly held against the wall.
"Please…. Please, Slade…."
"Will you agree to make more little movies with me…?" the man grinned after letting Robin's weeping and twitching cock go.
"Yes! Yes, anything, just… please?"
"Anything? Tempting…"
"Just fuck me!" Robin gasped and glanced at the door as he realized that he probably shouldn't have shouted the last part.
"Will do."
Slade stood up, letting Robin's leg slide down to the crook of his arms and shoved himself into the teen. He was glad his suit had a zipper. It had been very useful these last couple of months.
Robin couldn't completely stop a strangled cry of bliss as he was so suddenly filled.
"Yes! Oh, god yes, take me hard! I love it… fuck me into the wall…" he hissed, not that Slade needed neither instructions, nor encouragement. Robin appreciated the long, slow love-making sessions on lazy mornings, but he really loved to be completely owned, fucked hard and mercilessly, unable to get away even if he had wanted to. He couldn't help it, and Slade was born to dominate.
The teen thanked the architects of the Hall not only for this space, but for the sturdy wall he was being knocked against, hoping it was also somewhat soundproof. No matter, as long as Slade didn't stop, Robin didn't care about the outside world… and if that made him a slut, fine!
"I'm… gonna… so… close…" he panted. He wasn't able to touch himself to bring him over the looming edge faster, and Slade seemed only interested in holding him up and fucking him, though Robin didn't exactly think that the man was in the wrong there. "Faster! Please! I need… faster…" the teen begged, getting the man to apply himself just a little more, and this was enough for the broom-closet to suddenly become the center of an exploding super-nova. At least that's what it felt like for Robin.
There was just a little over an hour left of the night of celebration as they emerged. Robin had feared finding the whole of the Justice League outside the closet, but no, the hallway was abandoned, and they merged seamlessly with the other guests again.
The members of the JL took their turns to say their farewells to the Titans and Titans East. Robin found it to be torture to meet the eyes of his own heroes, especially since the Flash hadn't stopped giggling yet, he made it through, somehow. The Titans East said goodbye next, and, as Speedy grinned and shook his hand, the archer leaned forward.
"Robin?"
"Yes?"
"Your tights are on the wrong way around."
The End.
A/N: Hope you liked this b-day gift, even those of you who are not Mrs Malfoy… ;) Oh, just to let you know, she asked for this like… months ago… I think it was in January at least… and if you want a gift, that is kinda what you have to do, I need time to fit it into the schedule… also, she described what she wanted pretty well, and that's, usually, a good thing… if it's an idea I want to write, that is… -grin-
I'm sorry that I have to turn ideas and requests for fics down from time to time, but, sorry… that's life… If I'm gonna write something I need to like the idea, preferably love it…. but it's also a bit boring when I get the "can you write something for me, you can write anything!"-wishes, because then it's like the same thing as giving someone money or a gift-certificate… I want the wisher to really WANT his or her gift… it doesn't have to be very detailed, but SOMETHING…
Well, I'm working on a Terms one at the moment, Speedy/Red mainly, and I have Two chapters left to write of Black Sheep 3! TWO! 2! Feels weird…;) Also have a long list of drawings to do, so I'm keeping busy!