A/N: This one is for kodokumegumi for participating in the "Mean Challenge" on Deviant art! She wished for a situation, but what that was I'll let you know in the bottom A/N. This might be different from what she had in mind, but it's also a rather different kind of story…

Freestanding story

Warnings:

There is OOC-ness in this, mainly due to shock… ;)

Otherwise no particular warnings, apart from not being he most serious story in the world, although it's not crack.

The title is of course stolen from the movie… and I'm not even feeling very guilty about it… I'm so bad-ass! –snort-

Death Becomes You

Slade ran through the docks of Jump City. It was just past midnight and several rats around, both on four and two legs. The mercenary wasn't worried though, it wasn't like anything could touch him.

He was moving a bit stiffly, not exactly limping, but there was a strain to his step and the way he was breathing. There was, of course, an explanation for this: a bullet lodged between his ribs.

There was an explanation for this as well: South American terrorists. He had been hired by a small South American country to stop national terrorists from blowing up a dam. It was practically hero-work… well… apart from the fact that the terrorists might have been so called freedom-fighters opposing the country's dictator-ship, but so what? Slade didn't care about politics, as long as he got paid. And he had. But he had also gotten a bullet in his chest and spent the last days driving nonstop back to Jump to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

He needed to take the bullet out and he needed at least a few hours of sleep. He had barely slept for two weeks and nothing at all for the last seven or eight days. Things were starting to get a bit blurry. With the bullet that was constantly causing pain and making it hard to breathe, he was very much at his limit… much longer and he might, god forbid, have to slow to a walk. That would be embarrassing.

Still, he had to admit the he looked forward to seeing his headquarters again. He had left the car in an abandoned area and decided to go the rest of the way on foot, as a car would get more attention. Besides, no one would be so stupid as to try and stop h-

"Slade!"

The man swore quietly under his breath and swung around. Yes. His favorite little hero, but the gorgeous teen had the worst timing ever.

"Hello, Robin. Not in bed?"

"Funny you should ask that, Slade. I would have thought you would be tired… after last night…" the young man sneered.

Slade blinked.

"Last night?"

"The stolen C4. Tell me where it is right now!"

The mercenary stifled a chuckle. For once he was innocent. It was almost refreshing.

"Last night I wasn't even in the country, my dear little bird. Missed me?"

"Like I believe you! And I'm not your 'dear little bird'!" Robin hissed and suddenly his foot shot out.

The teen, Slade thought, must have been particularly irritated, because normally it would take much more than a simple denial and a pet-name for him to attack. In fact, some encounters had lately ended with some rather interesting two-way flirting. None of them seemed willing to risk taking things to the next step, however, but, Slade thought, the conversations were at least stimulating.

This time, though, flirting was apparently not on the young man's mind, and Slade hadn't really expected the kick, which landed right in his injured ribs.

Robin almost froze for a split second as Slade stumbled to the side. He had once kicked the man in the head with lesser result. Still, he couldn't waste the opportunity to take him down and question him properly, and so he attacked once more.

The fight moved along the edge of the pier, among crates and containers of all sizes, which provided very nice ambush-places and deep shadows to hide in.

Robin knew that something was slightly off, but he got as good as he gave, and the man didn't say anything. In fact he was strangely quiet. Usually by this time Slade had complimented his ass at least once… Then he spotted the villain's silhouette against the dark-blue night sky and grinned. A stack of crates to the man's right would create the perfect trap. Robin slid a bird-a-rang into his hand, a low explosive one, and let it fly.

Everything happened very quickly after that. The explosives detonated on impact and the stack collapsed, just as Robin had predicted, but, what he hadn't seen in the dark was how close to the water's edge they were. And neither, it appeared, had Slade. The man took a step back and disappeared over the edge, with the heavy crates crashing into the water after him.

Robin yelled out and ran up to the place where the man had vanished. It didn't look like he would reappear any time soon, and the teen pictured trying to swim in the man's heavy armor. Maybe he had even been knocked unconscious by the crates?

The teen whipped out his communicator.

"Robin, calling Teen Titans! Emergency! Meet me at my position immediately!"

"Cy here, we're on our way."

Robin undid his belt and cape, kicked off his boots and dived in. The water was completely black and chilled him to the bone. The waterproof flashlight he had grabbed from his belt made very little difference. This was the part of the harbor where the enormous ocean-liners docked and the water was very deep. He soon had to come up for air, and every dive after that seemed to be getting shallower and shallower.

"Robin!"

The cry from his friends came many dives later, but Robin was not sure how much time had passed. Still. Help was here. Everything would be alright now.

He couldn't believe Slade was dead. Robin stared down at the body on the table in front of him. They had done everything they could, Robin knew this, but according to Cy, who had used his scanner as Robin had tried CPR, there were no signs of life.

They had taken the man back to the Tower. The morgue would come and claim the body tomorrow morning, he suspected; he had asked Raven to make the call. They didn't have a place to store bodies here, of course, but they had taken the man down to the cellar where there at least was cool. And private. Robin wanted to be alone.

Slade was naked from the waist up, as they had tried to shock his heart into starting as well, when nothing else had helped. They had removed his mask too, of course, to empty the lungs of water and to perform mouth-to-mouth. Robin studied the rugged face, which looked so… calm, and yet so powerful. Regal was the name, perhaps. Slade could easily been cast in the role as King Arthur or Richard Lionheart. He was beautiful.

Beast Boy hadn't been able to hold back a surprised blurb along the lines of 'the dude's old!', but Robin didn't agree. Slade didn't look old; he looked powerful, even in death. The eye patch, the white hair and the beard had been a bit of a surprise, but didn't make him less enticing, only more.

The teen touched the man's hair tentatively, the strands feeling almost unnaturally soft against his fingers.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered. "Slade, I'm… I'm really, really sorry… please forgive me…" He couldn't help himself; he bent down and kissed the slightly parted lips.

The hand which suddenly appeared on the back of his head almost scared him to death.

Robin cried out and pulled away, staring into the grey-blue eye of the man he had thought was dead. The dead man smirked.

"It will take more than one kiss for me to forgive you."

"What… how... how did… I thought…" Robin's mind went into overdrive, but he managed to stop it before it suggested ideas like 'vampire' and 'zombie'. But just barely.

"My body was already a bit… strained when you decided to drown me. It probably shut down for a few minutes," the man shrugged as he sat up on the table. He had been awake for some time, holding his breath as much as possible, hoping to be left alone so he could sneak out undetected. What had happened, however, was so much better.

"So… you're… all right?" Robin asked, his bottom lip wobbling a bit, which, Slade decided, was very adorable.

"Perfectly fine," the man said as he stood up. A small thing like a bullet in his chest wasn't worth mentioning, after all.

"Thank god!" Robin exclaimed, practically flew up to the man and caught him in an almost desperate hug. Slade was somewhat surprised at first, but, he figured, opportunities were there for him to take advantage off. He caught the young man's chin, turned his face up, and studied the tear-filled eyes and wet, slightly swollen lips for a moment, before sweeping in and claiming that delicious little mouth as his own.

Slade expected the kiss to end either with a push or a punch from the teen; he didn't expect him to kiss back. But Robin did. With enthusiasm.

When their lips eventually parted, though, Robin's eyes widened.

And now for the punch... Slade thought dryly.

"You must be cold Are you sure you are feeling all right? Can you breathe okay? Come, we have to get you into a warm shower and then get you dry, you are soaked!"

Slade found himself being dragged into an elevator, through the Titan's main room and to Robin's own quarters. This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by the other Titans.

"Robin? SLADE?"

"Yes Raven, call and cancel body-transport, will you?" Robin called over his shoulder.

"He's alive?" Cyborg yelled and scanned the dragged man. "He's alive!" he concluded.

"Dude, how did- ? Where are-?"

"This is glorious news is it not?" Starfire exclaimed happily just as the door to Robin's room closed.

"Yeah, but… errr…" Beast Boy stuttered. "He's… he's still Slade, right?"

"Yeah?" his metal friend answered.

"So… why did Robin drag him into his bedroom?"

"Want to go find out?" Raven asked dryly.

"I… no."

"He's just happy he didn't kill the guy… Rob's gonna come back to his senses and kick him out in no-time…" Cyborg said confidently before declaring that he was going to power down for the night.

The rest of the team decided to follow suit, because it there was going to be a fight, they didn't really want to get involved. The day had been weird enough.

Slade got more or less manhandled into the bathroom, the seawater dripping from his tights and boots. A hot shower did sound good, he had to admit, although it might get better if Robin joined him.

"Would you mind helping me with my boots?" he asked. He could, of course do it himself, but, as he had hoped, the teen immediately got down on his knees and started to pull them off. It was a beautiful sight, Slade thought, but it was about to get better.

"We have to get these off as well," Robin said and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Slade's tights, pulling everything down to the man's knees with one tug.

The teen then looked up, and froze. Slade chuckled, as it was clear that his little bird hadn't quite thought things through, only intent on getting Slade out of his wet and cold clothes.

"I'd like you to take into consideration that I have been in cold water for a while. Oh, and died," Slade told the stunned hero, just in case he wasn't properly impressed.

"I… umm… it's… yeah…." Robin stuttered. "Let's… let's take these off now."

"Yes, of course…" the man purred and lifted one feet after the other so Robin could undress him completely. The boy quickly stood up, but then reached out to Slade's side.

"What's this?"

The man looked down, already knowing what the young man had spotted. There was a bruise around the place the bullet was lodged, as it constantly chafed against the bone and blood vessels around it. The thing was even visible as a small lump.

"A bullet. I should get it out, but-"

"Get in the shower, I'll be right back!" Robin told the man, who decided to obey without any fuss as he was rather curious about what might happen next.

Robin rushed out of his room and headed to the sick-bay. On his way he bumped into Raven who hadn't been able to sleep not knowing what was going on with her leader and the villain, worrying about her friend.

"Hi, Robin, what-"

"Just going to get a surgery-kit, Rae, have to hurry!" Robin told her on his way by. Raven decided to follow.

"Surgery-kit? What for?"

"Slade… gonna take out a bullet."

"A bullet? You shot him as well?" Raven blinked, of course knowing that couldn't be.

"No, I just drowned him, he got shot on his own…" Robin explained absentmindedly.

"Oookay… so… besides that, everything's fine?"

"Oh, yes, don't worry, he'll be just fine!" Robin nodded and then disappeared into the medical supply storage.

Raven hovered outside for a moment, but then shrugged. Robin seemed to have things under control.

A moment later the black-haired teen rushed back into his bathroom. Slade, having lathered up his body, turned around in the shower to give the boy a nice view and smirk to match.

"I… uhhh… got stuff…" the teen said and waved the parcel he had brought around a bit uncertainly.

"Thank you… now, if I might ask you for another favor?" Slade inquired.

"Of course! Anything!" Robin, who was eager to make things up to the man, answered. The mercenary could only barely hold back a leer.

"Could you wash my back?"

"No problem," the teen said and stepped right into the spray.

Slade chuckled. He knew Robin was a bit shell-shocked, and that's why he was acting in this rather irrational way, but he didn't mind.

"I think you are a bit overdressed… let me help you… you are damp and cold as well, after all…" he purred and got the teen to lift his arms so he could pull his top off. Robin just let that happen, and, as Slade wasn't about to quit while he was ahead, the teen was soon completely naked as well.

"Y-your back?" Robin asked.

"It seems my front needs a bit more attention at the moment…" Slade smirked, and claimed the teen's lips once more. This time, however, Robin started pushing at his chest after a while.

"No, the bullet… we need to…"

"Has my little Robin turned into a Nightingale?" the man teased, but when the hero gave him a slightly annoyed look, he gave in.

The 'surgery' was simple enough, and seemed to hurt Robin more than Slade.

"How did this happen?" the teen asked.

"Well, I was shot. That's usually the case when bullets end up inside something," the man shrugged.

"Slade…" the tone had a hint of warning to it, and the man shrugged again.

"As I said, I was out of the country. Someone wanted me dead. The bullet entered somewhere under my shoulder blade, but didn't make it all the way through and got stuck between the ribs."

"This isn't the entry-wound?" the teen exclaimed and moved around the man, his hands grazing the skin on his back. "I can't see anything?"

"No, that's healed… this will be too, soon."

"So… you… you really had nothing to do with the C4-theaft?"

"Completely innocent."

"God, I'm… I'm really sorry, Slade… I… I didn't believe you."

"Why should you?" the man snorted.

"Come, let's get you dry and into bed," Robin said firmly.

"I'm all for that idea…" Slade leered.

Unfortunately it turned out that Robin wanted him in bed to rest. The hero had managed to borrow a pair of Cyborg's sweatpants, which the metal teen used when he wanted to be a bit more incognito, and those fit the man reasonable well.

Robin literally put Slade to bed and tucked him in. The man watched in amusement as the teen then slipped on a pair of sleeping pants under the towel he had tied around his hips, as if the mercenary would have somehow missed his naked body in the shower. The man was clever enough to not comment, however. He was actually still quite tired; his body had yet to completely catch up.

"Errmm... yeah… night… I'll be on the couch…" Robin said uncertainly as he stood by the bed.

"Don't be ridiculous," Slade snorted and pulled the teen down next to him, having him tucked in, with his head resting on Slade's arm, in no-time.

"Wha- but-?" the hero objected.

"Sleep," the man ordered.

Funnily enough Slade was the one who fell asleep first, almost at once.

The man woke up early the next morning. The sun had started to rise and he hadn't felt this good in a long time. He blinked as he felt a warm body pressed up against him, an arm slung over his chest and a soft breath against his shoulder. He smirked. The morning had just gotten better, and why not try for better still?

Robin must have senses that some kind of wicked plan involving him was unfolding, because he stirred slightly, frowned, hugged Slade's chest closer and mumbled something about ducks.

Slade very, very carefully rolled on his side, shifting the teen down on his back. That got another small frown and a shiver, but Robin didn't wake up.

The man let a finger trail down the smooth chest and trace around a nipple, which hardened very willingly. Slade could almost see how a pulse point on the slender neck started to beat a bit faster. The man couldn't help but kiss it, sucking on the skin for a moment, before continuing to taste more of the teen.

Robin woke up horny as hell, and somehow the wet dream seemed to continue. He had his legs around a man's neck and the man in question was busy pleasuring him in the most amazing way with his mouth. His brain waved a little flag at that moment and pointed out that the man's name was Slade and that this situation was not, perhaps, completely appropriate.

"S-Slade?"

"Good morning Robin," the man said pleasantly as he raised his head.

"What are you...? You can't…? How did? Did… did we kiss yesterday?"

"Yes, we did," Slade answered truthfully, wondering why Robin had focused on that detail.

"But… but we can't-!"

"Wrong… and, as I'm showing you right now, we can do so much more than that…" the man smirked and returned to his task.

"No, but- aahh…. Ooohh… OH GOD!"

Slade, who had just hummed in amusement, almost started to chuckle. As the teen seemed completely helpless at the moment, Slade took things even further and, using saliva as lubrication, slowly wriggled a finger up Robin's ass. The hero didn't only like that; it pushed him over the edge and Slade got a taste he hadn't expected, at least not quite so soon.

Robin panted and then blushed as he glanced shyly up at the man from under his eyelashes.

"S-sorry…"

"Oh, I forgive you…" Slade promised and moved up the teen's body only to catch his lips in a heated kiss.

"Mmm…" Robin moaned but then pushed gently at the man's shoulders until Slade had to back off a little. "Slade, we really shouldn't… right?"

"Why?"

"…"

"Yes?" Slade insisted as the teen didn't say anything.

"Don't know…"

"Well, let me know if you think of a reason, and I'll stop…" Slade chuckled and kissed the blushing hero again.

Robin felt like he had been hit by a stun-gun, but in a very nice way. He was dazed but mostly also happy being so. Slade was creating some amazing feelings inside him and the teen even dared touching the man back a bit. Slade pressed their bodies closer together and something hot and hard was suddenly pressing against Robin's own quickly reawaken length. The teen's eyes widened as he felt what surely must feel bigger than it was. He glanced down and gulped. It wasn't. And he had thought the soft version was impressive. He had to make a decision.

"You must be hungry, let's go have breakfast!" the teen exclaimed.

"Afraid, Robin?" the man, who had noted the look and the gulp, smirked.

"…yes?"

"That's sweet. I'll take care of you..." the man purred. "After all, it's my turn…"

"Are… are you sure you feel okay?" Robin tried, remembering that he had, actually, more or less, killed the man.

"I'll feel better very soon… now, let's see what the hero has in his nightstand…" the man said and rummaged through the drawer. "Ah… thought so… no teenage-boy's room is complete without some lotion…"

"I have dry skin!"

"Yes… of course you have…" Slade almost snickered. "I'll gladly help you with that…" the man then turned the bottle over and painted the teen's chest, stomach and thighs with the white substance, making Robin feel deliciously dirty. The teen traced his fingers through the cold lotion and glanced up at the man who was leaning over him on his hands and knees.

"Oh, god, Robin, don't look at me like that, I nearly came…" the man groaned and pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock up one of Robin's inner thighs, through a dribble of lotion.

"You… think I look hot?" the teen tried for a teasing voice, but it came out as a soft question instead.

"Absolutely… sinfully gorgeous…" the man purred.

"…y…o…" Robin mumbled.

"What was that?" the man asked teasingly.

"You too… you're gorgeous too…." the teen said just a little bit louder, his cheeks a very enticingly pink.

"Aww…" the man chuckled. "Just for that, I'm going to let you ride me for our first time."

"Uh… thank you?"

"Oh, trust me, you'll love it," Slade promised a doubtful hero.

"Yeah… I… really, you're not hungry at all? Just a bit of breakfast? We could go out and buy something, or- mmm…"

Slade, who had decided to stop Robin's excuses before the boy worked himself into a nervous breakdown, pressed their bodies together with a wet noise from the lotion, and kissed him hard. He then slowly rolled them over, smiling as felt Robin's knees slide down on either side of him. He leaned up on his elbows, and then gradually sat up some more, making the boy move down just a little. A bit if a surprised 'meep' accompanied the feeling of his sensitive cock sliding between the two pert globes of Robin's ass. Slade didn't let Robin escape from the kiss however, holding the back of his head firmly in one hand, as he was sure an escape would only lead to more arguments.

The man reached for the lotion bottle once more, and, from above, let a large amount pour between the teen's cheeks, eliciting another 'meep'. Slade tossed the now empty bottle away and slid his hand between their bodies. He grabbed his own cock and placed the tip firmly against the tight, quivering entrance, which was now sopping wet with lotion. Only now did he release the teen's head.

Robin only moaned slightly and pushed himself back against the tantalizing pressure against his opening.

"Oh… that feels… that feels…" the teen gasped.

"I know… I'll keep still, just push back… a little more each time… do you like it?"

"Y-yeah… I feel it… just outside… it's… mmm…"

Slade chuckled. He knew the millions of nerve-endings made this part of entry, if done slowly like this, very pleasurable. He also knew that soon, very soon, Robin would get just a little bit eager, and push a little bit harder… and then…

"AAAHH!"

Robin threw his head back as he was suddenly sinking down Slade's length. He couldn't even stop himself and then he was sitting firmly on the man's lap, the throbbing cock buried deep inside him.

"Do you want to go for breakfast now?" Slade asked.

"N-no… hell no…" Robin stuttered, still too overwhelmed by the very strange feeling, but he didn't want it gone either. He just sat there for a moment and looked up at Slade, who chuckled.

"Wha-What's so damn funny?" the teen asked, feeling a little hurt.

"You look a bit cross-eyed…" Slade grinned and Robin couldn't help a small laugh as well.

"Not my fault…"

"You're right, it's not..." Slade purred and moved his hips a bit, so Robin could feel just exactly what was to blame.

"Err… so… what… what do I do now?" Robin asked uncertainly, feeling foolish.

"Whatever feels good," Slade told him and moved his hips again.

"Oh! That felt good!" Robin exclaimed and leaned forward a bit. "Do that again!"

"The point of you being on top is that you do the work," Slade pointed out.

"Don't wanna. Do it again!" the teen ordered.

"You insolent little…" Slade growled teasingly and thrust his hips up hard, making Robin squeak.

"Again!"

As it was clear that the hero was more interested in getting fucked then how it happened, the man grabbed him and rolled them over once more. In a moment Robin's legs were squeezing around his hips while Slade fucked him hard and fast. The look on the teen's face, like he was wondering what the hell was happening to him, was almost too much for Slade, and he closed his eye for a moment, trying to regain control. He wanted this to last. He slowed down for a while to make sure, giving the teen long strokes which grazed his prostate nicely.

"Nooo… do it faster again…" Robin complained, squirming under him. "I want it faster…"

Slade looked down on the pouting teen who was covered in streaks and blobs of white lotion, creating a very promiscuous picture, and decided to give him what he wanted. He grabbed Robin's legs and placed them over his shoulder instead of around his hips.

"I'll be able to fuck you deeper now… are you sure you're ready?"

"Y-yes… please Slade? Please?"

Finally a bit of proper pleading… the man thought with a grin, and thrust all the way inside. A few seconds later, Robin was pleading even more sincerely, but not for him to stop or slow down. Quite the opposite in fact.

As he had suspected, it regrettably didn't last as long this way, and Slade vowed that Robin would make that up to him many, many times over… which made it worth it, actually….

Just after Robin added more slick white stuff to both their bodies, the man came as well, with a few last, hard thrusts.

"Oh…. we really shouldn't have done that… can we do it again?" the teen asked against Slade's neck as they lay gasping for breath a little time later.

"Of course we can."

"Now?"

"Could you give me half a minute more?" Slade said sarcastically.

"That long?"

"Oh, for the love of…" the man sighed. "You're really going to be the death of me…"

The End.

A/N: the request was for Robin to kick Slade's ass, and kodokumegumi was nice enough to suggest that our lovely mercenary might be hurt for this to happen… although she also wanted it to end porn-ishly… ; ) Well, I thought about it, and decided to have Robin kill Slade… I mean, how can that NOT end up with them fucking each other's brains out? And see? It did!

Seriously, though, I have gotten a few reviews wanting Robin to kick ass more often, and, although I try to achieve this in the 2060 universe, it's actually not easy for me… but I'm hearing you, and I'll try to incorporate more of it! And if you have any idea how this could happen with the story still being slashy, because that's what I wanna write, or I'd just write a fight scene where Robin wins, and THAT'S not horribly difficult… the difficult part is getting the dynamics right again… or wrong… but in a good way… (and no, to those people who still insist: Slade will never, ever bottom in one of my stories. Ever. Forget it or write it yourselves.)

Oh, also sorry about the OOC-ness and the rather big fluffiness, if you don't care for it… I kinda do, on occasion, though… or I wouldn't write it, would I? ;) I DO have problems keeping Robin in character in bed… -sigh- It's just that his analytical mind just doesn't HANDLE getting fucked very well… I can have Slade all in control but it would be boring if they both were… or am I wrong? Give me your thoughts and suggestions, I'd love to try stuff out! (and that sounded dirty… oh, never mind… it's still true… ;) )

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