A/N: cadillacslim3 reviewed the last drabble hoping that the next one, that is, this, would be longer and sexier… and it is! Slightly longer and slightly sexier, at least… ;)

It stems from a sexuality-discussion Tinclay and I had (about whether Slade or Robin would be more prone to be gay), but don't expect any darkness or any greatness… this is COMPLETELY pointless, I'm afraid…

Freestanding and no warnings

Bragging Rights

"I'm not gay, you know…" Robin told him.

Slade looked down at the young man, somewhat surprised. He had just fucked the hero, and Robin hadn't seemed to mind at all. Quite the opposite. The stickiness between their bodies was proof enough.

"You're not?" the man said and rolled off, propping himself up on an elbow next to the supposedly straight teen. They were in Titan's Tower, in Robin's room, and the teen had let him in himself, which added to the absurdity of the claim.

"No… I mean, I didn't grow up lusting after Batman or anything…" the young man shuddered a little at the thought, "and I've been around some handsome men in my day… never felt the need to throw myself down on my back with my legs in the air before…"

"Like with me?" Slade smirked. He liked the thought of having that effect on the boy.

"Umm… yes," Robin admitted with a little shrug, and reached out to caress Slade's chest with his hands. "You are… different… exciting… dangerous…You make me want you."

"Glad to hear it."

"You didn't drug me or anything, did you?"

"Do you think I'd admit it if I had?"

"Maybe. To brag." The Titan didn't seem particularly worried about the possibility, though, and there was no real accusation in his voice.

"That would be a reason to brag…" Slade admitted. "Might put it in my newsletter…"

Robin chuckled.

"So, what does your scoreboard look like, then?" he then asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Men and women? How many of each?" Robin's finger was circling one of Slade's nipples, flicking it teasingly.

"Mostly women, a few men."

"Top or bottom?" the teen asked and kissed the nipple in apology for a particularly hard flick.

"Mostly top."

"MOSTLY?" Robin gasped, his eyes wide. It was clearly not the answer he expected.

"I was young and curious once too," Slade said, enjoying the feeling of the young hero's body pressing up closer to his.

"Not curious anymore?" the teen asked hopefully.

"Not very, no."

"Ummm… have you ever… bottomed with a woman?"

Slade laughed one of his rare, amused, laughs.

"What a kinky little mind you have, Robin. No. I haven't."

"I wonder what it would be like…"

"With a strap-on?"

"Yeah…" the teen breathed, while he, without seeming to notice it, pushed their groins together.

"Maybe you should consider that fact that you might be gay," Slade snorted. "Women are for fucking."

"You are such a chauvinist," the teen muttered, but the words were followed up by kisses and licks up Slade's shoulder and throat.

"No, I don't believe that all men are superior to women, I believe that I am superior to everyone else."

"That's… worse."

"No, it's the truth." Slade claimed and received a little bite on his earlobe.

"Why do I let you hang around after sex?" Robin sighed.

"Because you are hoping for an encore… and congratulations, you are about to get one," the man grinned and got on top of the hero again.

"Hmmm… guess I can't do anything but spread my legs again, then…" Robin faked a sigh and did just that.

"That's right," the man nodded, appreciating that Robin knew the rules.

"Seems I'm rather good at making you want me as well…" the teen purred rather smugly and lifted his hips to rub their crotches together again.

"You are. Perhaps I should be the one wondering about drugs?" the man smirked.

"I'd admit to that in an instant… how I tricked the mighty Deathstroke the Terminator to sleep with me… that wouldn't just go in a newsletter; I'd make posters."

"I'd forgive you. You would have even more reason to brag after all."

"Oh, fuck me already… I prefer your grunting to your mindless blabbering," Robin snorted and wrapped his legs around the man's waist. "You never even say thank you."

"You don't either," Slade pointed out. Robin was still very slick so the man could easily push into him.

"We're… not very… polite people, are we?" the teen gasped, the stretching still overwhelming him a little.

"Oh, you have much better conduct than I have," Slade admitted.

"Really? I mean… sure! How come?" the teen asked, wriggling a bit to find the perfect angle.

"Well, when we have sex, you say 'please' a lot. And you ask nicely. 'Please, Slade, fuck me harder' for example," the man claimed, fucking the hero with slow, languid strokes.

"I was taught to be polite to old people," Robin smirked cheekily.

"Are you hoping to end up over my knee?"

"Yes."

"This is going to be a long night."

"If you manage to stay awake, maybe you can dedicate a whole newsletter to it?" Robin smirked and then yelped as Slade decided to punish him by fucking him harder.

"Only if I think you're worth it," the man growled.

"Just you wait…" Robin gasped and threw his arms around the man's neck, pulling him down for an almost brutal kiss. "You'll be bragging about this night for the rest of your life.…"

The End

A/N See? Pointless. Would you like some 2061 next? Let me know, I'll try very hard to work on it as I'm on a short holiday, but encouragement is nice! I always cave under pressure, you know, so the more people who tells me they want something, the more likely it is that I'm bullied into doing it… ; ) … not that you should use that information for evil…