A/N Edit note: the damn "words mash together bug" is still going on, but hopefully I found all the places this time… if not, tell me!
A/N: Happy B-day NaunetElvinaAmunet! (November 27).
As she turns 21 today she wanted a drabble about what that means in the U.S… none of us are much into that kinda stuff, but it's funnier to write about it than to experience it… especially the day after.. .;) So here it is… prepare for OOC-ness…
Also Slade/Red X/ Robin and smut…
21
"Happy birthday, kid!"
Robin had to admit that he jumped a bit as the skull mask appeared right in front of him on what he had thought was a quiet and empty roof. After the first surprise, however, the young man relaxed. Red X was not dangerous unless you tried to stop him; if so he could be quite a vicious fighter, and Robin hadn't been trying to be in his way… actually it was more or less the other way around. There was one thing that was a bit troubling, though…
"How did you know it was my birthday?" he asked as the slightly older male leaned against a vent.
"Ah, I have my ways… twenty-one, huh? Quite a biggie… so how are you gonna celebrate it?"
"How. Did. You. Know?" Robin repeated, because now he really needed to find where, or who, the leak was.
"Fine, I saw the I.D. in your wallet once," the thief sighed, holding up his hands. "I'm not trying to annoy you here, little birdie…"
"I only have a wallet when I'm… oh." Robins' voice trailed off, because he did have a wallet with an ID, which, correctly, stated that today indeed was his twenty-first birthday… but it also had the name "Richard Grayson" on it and he only used it when he was in civilian clothes… which meant…
"Yeah, I know who you are," the thief shrugged.
"H… how did you find out?" Robin asked, a bit shaken. Not even his friends knew his real name after all.
"Slade pointed you out to me."
Robin sat down on a low wall behind him. Hard.
"Oh my god, you should see your face, it's amazing!" Red snickered. "Well... more amazing than usual…" he added in a low, soft tone which made Robin blink behind his mask.
"I agree."
The dark voice from the shadows had Robin leap to his feat and draw his bo-staff. Red might not have triggered this reaction, but Slade damn well did. The man was dangerous no matter what.
"I come, as they say, in peace," the mercenary chuckled as he stepped out of the dark, his hands held up at shoulder-level, showing that they were empty. Not that that mattered. Slade without any kind of weapon was still deadly, and Robin knew better than to lower his staff.
"Explain," he snapped instead, glancing at Red X who, he was sure, was part of this as well.
"Well, we heard rumors that you were leaving-" the thief shrugged.
"There are no such rumors!" Robin bit back. There couldn't be. Yes, he had been thinking of going solo for a while, scouting out a few possible locations, but he hadn't told a soul.
"Fine… so we know you are leaving. We also know it's your birthday… so we decided to bury the hatchet for tonight, take you out, and celebrate it!"
"You… what?"
"You spend every birthday moping about on a roof, Robin. I can't say I'm much of a party-person, but even I find that depressing…" Slade droned.
"I'm not moping! I'm contemplating!" Robin defended himself. The truth was that he had put this day aside for reflecting on his life and sometimes, yes, it tended to be a bit brooding… He knew that if he only told the Titans what day it was, he would get the party of a life-time, but… something had always held him back. He had never told them anything personal, anything that could be connected to his real identity… and it wasn't because he didn't feel he could trust them, it just felt… better that way. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually liked to keep things to himself. Opening up made him feel uncomfortable… he didn't want to let his guard down… he probably had Bruce's personality to thank for that… And now his two biggest enemies wanted to go party with him?
"He looks like he's in shock… that's bad…" Red X said. "You shouldn't drink when you're in shock…"
"Drink?" Robin asked weakly.
"Yeah, you're twenty one! Of course there's going to be drinks!" the thief said.
"Yeah… I… err… Thank you, I guess…" Robin said, not sounding like he was sure he should express any gratitude, "but… yeah… I'm not gonna do this…"
"Wrong. You will meet us in the alley below in one hour, in civilian clothes. Bring your I.D." Slade told him gruffly.
"And if I don't?" Robin frowned and crossed his arms.
"Aw, don't be like that, kid!" Red complained. "Look, we have a truce, right? I swear we're not up to anything! And besides, we'll be in civilian clothes as well…"
"You…. you will?" Robin gaped.
"Yeah! We figured that since you're leaving anyway, what could it hurt? And you won't say anything about us if we don't say anything about you, right?"
Robin narrowed his eyes. The statement might have sounded innocent, even friendly, but the hero knew a threat when he heard it. The idea of actually seeing the faces of these two was very tempting, though… very tempting indeed…
"Fine. One hour. No weapons."
"Of course no weapons!" Red X exclaimed. "It's your night, kid…. we're going to have fun!"
Slade, Robin noticed, said nothing, so the young man glared at him until he gave a curt nod.
"Good," Robin muttered. "I warn you, though… if this is a trap of any kind…"
"It's not! Who the hell made you this suspicious?"
"You two did. Anyway, if this is a trap, it will get very painful for you, got it?"
"Yeah, got it," Red sighed. "Make sure you change your mood when you change your clothes, alright? And dress sexy!"
"I'll dress in whatever I find in the wardrobe…" Robin snorted, which, for some reason, made Slade chuckle.
"Yes. You make sure you do that…" the man purred.
Robin hurried home, a horrible suspicion growing inside him.
"You got to be kidding me!" The young man was standing in his room, staring into his wardrobe. He didn't recognize any of the clothes, and some of it had sequins! Robin swore, slammed the door shut and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Was the chance of finding out who the others were really worth this? Unfortunately the answer was 'yes'.
After pulling some clothes out on the bed, dressed in only silk boxer briefs which he had not owned before tonight, Robin discovered that things might not be so bad after all. Not all of the clothes seemed outrageous, after all. As long as he didn't wake up tomorrow finding his own boxers strewn all over Jump City, he might be able to forgive the villains for this little prank. He sorted through the trousers first. There seemed to be a lot of leather going on, and Robin dismissed all of those, going for a pair of snug, black jeans, until… the birthday boy's eyes suddenly fell on a pair of trousers he knew he at least had to try on. They were leather, yes, which, according to Robin, was a bit… well… not in the best of taste, perhaps… but this pair called to him. They were black and done in a patch-work technique, with dark red thick thread holding the sharp, uneven pieces of leather together. It was the color-combination as well as the somewhat tattered bad-boy look that attracted him. Dressing up for a party usually meant a tux to Robin, but that option had been taken away… so why not dress 'down' instead? He slipped into the pants and they fit embarrassingly well, riding low on his hips, clinging on like they belonged there. Not one to argue with clothes, Robin decided to keep them and went in search of a top. This time he knew what he was looking for… with his usual uniform he didn't really show off his chest and abs, and, as those areas had really come into their own in the recent years, he wouldn't mind letting people discover this. Sure, he still was shorter than Red X by half a head or so, but Robin was rather sure he could out-bench press him…
He found the perfect top after a while, black like the pants, tight with half long sleeves but ripped at the bottom so it showed off a bit of his abs. A bit slutty perhaps, but if he was doing this, he might as well go all the way. Well… not all the way…
Robin snorted as he found that there had been an alternative to the pants; a short pleated skirt.
"Not tonight, guys…" he chuckled and threw it back into the wardrobe. After pulling on a pair of boots, these also fitting him perfectly, he just ran his fingers through his now mostly dry hair. He had been letting it grow out, and although it couldn't really be called 'long' yet, it was curling around his neck. He left it as it was, without any products. He didn't think anyone would recognize him like this, but he didn't want to tempt destiny by styling it like he usually did… besides, this gave him a tousled, just-shagged look which matched the rest of his outfit perfectly. Finally he took a big, deep breath, snuck out of the Tower and into the city.
"We know you're there, Robin, don't be shy!" the voice of a lanky but still well built young man said. Robin had hung back in the shadows because he just wasn't sure it was really them. The body-types matched well enough, but however he had imagined Slade to look, white hair and a short beard had not been part of the picture. Not that the man looked disappointing in any way, oh no, now Robin could see where all the greater-than-you-attitude came from… it wasn't boasting; Slade had built-in authority and even in dark jeans and a tight white t-shirt, he oozed of it. Robin's eyes snapped away from that chest, guiltily, to focus on Red X. The surprise was less here; copper hair, longer than Robin's and probably dyed, although he had the green eyes to match that color. The first thing Robin noticed apart from the thief's eyes was the wide, smiling mouth and deep dimples. The hero suddenly decided that some people shouldn't be allowed to wear full masks.
Again Robin dragged his mind away from where it really wanted to go, and stepped out into the light from the street lamps.
"Oh, yeah, nice pick!" Red grinned. "You look hot, kid! Aw, but I owe Slade a buck… I thought the skirt for sure…"
"Yeah, right…" Robin snorted, and, horribly enough, felt himself blush a little. "So… umm… what now?"
"Now we party!" Red grinned. "First stop is right over there!"
Robin looked the way the thief was pointing and saw one of Jumps many obscure clubs.
"That's a gay club…" the hero pointed out.
"Funny you should know that…" Red smirked.
"Let's just say we are supportive of your lifestyle. Very supportive," Slade smirked in turn.
Robin barely had time to find his breath after seeing that expression on the man's face for the first time before he was being dragged inside.
"Let's order some drinks!" Red yelled over the noise.
"Go find some seats, the first round's on me!" Robin yelled back, because he had just spotted the bar.
"Wow, I was gonna suggest body shots once you were sloshed enough, but great!" the redhead grinned.
In the mean while Slade had chosen where he wanted to sit, a booth in the back, and made the occupants leave. Red joined him and a little while later, Robin too, carrying a tray of shots in different colors.
"Well, happy twenty-one, kid!" Red said and raised his glass. Robin took a glass with blood-red contents and nodded.
"To being old enough to poison your body and do stupid shit legally…" he droned.
"Let's see about that 'stupid shit' later, shall we?" Slade smirked and grabbed a bright green shot.
"Hear-hear!" Red laughed. "Three-two-one-go!"
Robin slammed the empty glass down on the table with the others and grinned. It might be a fun night after all.
"I'll go get a second round!" Red X said as they had finished the colorful tray. "What'ya want?"
"Sex on the beach," Robin leered. "With an umbrella."
"When you can have it with me? Weird. But seriously, I don't think that come with umbrellas…" Red said uncertainly.
"Only with sand in uncomfortable places…" Slade nodded wisely.
"It should! It's the beach!" Robin insisted. "If I'm gonna have drinks I want the fun ones! With umbrellas!"
"One umbrella-drink coming up!" Red decided.
"Do they have crazy-straws?"
"It's a bar and you're twenty-one," Slade pointed out.
Robin focused on him, eyebrows raised questioningly.
"So? What's your point?"
"Let's just say that if you want something to suck I have another suggestion…" the man leered.
"Don't do anything naughty until I come back!" Red told them and dashed off.
"Oh... you do, do you?" Robin grinned and leaned a little closer to the man. "I can think of something too… haven't seen one in ages, though… I'd love to suck one… licking that big, red head... the taste just exploding in my mouth…"
"I think I have one big enough for you…" Slade purred.
"Mmm… I like them big… they last longer…" Robin smiled, his eyes half lidded in apparent pleasure.
"What did I miss?" the thief panted as he slammed three new drinks down on the table.
"Nothin'… we were just talking about lollipops…" Robin shrugged and reached for his desired umbrella-drink.
"We were?" Slade asked, looking disappointed.
"What? What did you think we were talking about?" Robin smirked.
"Popsicles."
"Sure you were…" the birthday boy grinned and sipped his drink.
"So, Rob, what do ya think of the place?" Red asked as he slipped in next to the dark-haired Titan.
"Not bad I guess… but I don't go out much…"
"I know… all work and no play… just like Slade… you two are the hottest and most boring people I know… well, boring outside of work, of course," Red added.
"Um… yeah… thanks…" Robin squirmed, not sure how to react as no one had called him 'hot' to his face before… or 'boring'. He needed some distraction before he made a fool of himself.
"I'm gonna go dance!" he said, drained his glass and stood up, surprising not only his 'friends' but himself as well.
"Sounds great!" Red said and stood up as well. "Slade?"
"I'll sit this one out…" the man said dryly.
"Your loss," the thief said and dragged Robin away.
Dancing was really fun, the hero discovered. Especially as Red decided to act like a complete fool for the first few minutes, making Robin laugh and relax, feeling less self-conscious. A few songs later the thief excused himself to go 'make room for more drinks' as he put it. Robin continued dancing, but as he was suddenly alone, he felt the atmosphere change a little. People were rubbing up against him, he felt hands groping him and once even lips on his neck. It was exciting, but also a little scary…. he couldn't see the others clearly in the flashing lights and even though he pushed a few hands away, they were soon back again. He had just begun feeling too crowded when a man waded through the crowd like an icebreaker, scattering even the insistent mob around Robin.
"Hey, we're dancing here!" one yelled over the music.
"He's with me," Slade rumbled, his voice somehow not drowned by the noise, and pulled a slightly disoriented but grateful Robin close.
"Thanks…" Robin mouthed as he was being pushed against Slade in the crowd.
"Red warned me. He couldn't get through your little… entourage… Should we go back?"
"No," Robin grinned. "I want to dance with you now!"
"I'm not much of a dancer," the man snorted.
"We'll see about that…" the birthday boy smirked. He felt a thrill as he placed his hands on the man's hips, guiding the way they moved and grinded against each other. He couldn't believe that he was actually touching the man, and this intimately too. It was so dangerous and so exciting that Robin just couldn't stop. When he dared to glance up at Slade's face the grin he saw there was feral, hungry, and another jolt of excitement shot up his spine.
"Hi, mind if I join you?" a voice said in his ear, and Red X molded himself against the hero's back. The thief's hands joined Robin's on Slade's hips, and began moving them, first in circles and then up and down, slowly. It was one thing to be touching the mercenary, but another to be caressing him like Red was making him do…he felt almost faint, like he was walking on a tightrope over a gorge. Well… had he not been an acrobat…
He shouldn't be thinking the things he was, Robin knew. Slade, and Red X too, were not his friends and neither were they random men at a club. They were dangerous, to different degrees, and this might still turn out to be a trap. Even so he tilted his head to the side as he felt Reds lips at his neck, and groaned as the redhead started teasing the sensitive skin there, by biting and sucking on it. As Red pulled away, Robin's head lolled back to rest on his shoulder, the hero's blue, slightly clouded eyes, meeting Slade's single grey. The birthday boy gasped as the mercenary's hand came up and caressed the side of his neck where a sore spot let him knew where Red's mark was. The hand grabbed his jaw firmly and turned his head to the other side.
"I can't have Red marking you alone…" the man's deep voice half purred, half growled. Robin moaned loudly as he felt the man's beard scratch his skin moments before hot, moist lips clamped down on his neck.
They danced for a few more songs before Red decided that he was thirsty, and feeling flushed, lightheaded and a bit embarrassed, Robin found himself back in the booth, sipping another umbrella-drink.
"It's not really a manly drink, you know," Slade smirked, downing a glass of whiskey.
"Screw manly, I'm not here to get wasted…" Robin snorted, and then started chuckling. "How 'bout you Slade… can you even get wasted?"
"I can hold my own pretty well…" the man shrugged.
"That's not fair," Robin decided. "Hang on a moment…" The hero returned a little while later with a whole, unopened, bottle of vodka in his hand. He placed it in front of Slade with a thud. "Here. Chug."
"Wow, kid, are you crazy?" Red said, his green eyes wide.
Robin grinned at him.
"Aw, don't worry… Slade has this… this… thing…" he frowned. Why was finding the right words suddenly so difficult?
"I have a thing alright…" Slade chuckled and unscrewed the bottle cap.
"Just as long as you don't die on us…" Red frowned.
"He won't die… I promise… I just wanna see him drunk… and I want another one of these!" he added raising his now empty glass.
"My turn," Red snickered and stood up.
"With… you know… an… an… pretty colored…"
"An umbrella, yeah, got it," the thief snickered.
While Red was gone, Slade raised the bottle to his lips and, in front of a gaping Robin, emptied it like he was drinking water. He had just finished when another round of drinks was served by the thief.
"Well..?" Robin asked after a moment. "You feel anything?"
Slade blinked slowly and then smirked.
"Yes, I think that hit the spot…"
"If he's an angry drunk you're on your own…" Red snorted.
"If he's an embarrassing drunk you're on your own," the hero snickered.
"I'm neither… I just get a bit touchy-feely…" the man smirked and suddenly pulled an unprepared Robin onto his lap.
"Wha-?" the birthday boy had time to say before Slade cut him off.
"Remember, Robin, this is your fault…" he said before grabbing the young man's ass in one hand and his neck with the other, pulling the yelping hero in close.
Robin tasted the alcohol on Slade's lips, but it wasn't unpleasant, it just added an extra burn to the already heated kiss.
"Aw, I was so sure I'd be the first to kiss him…" Robin heard Red sulk just before Slade released him.
"Have a go, I recommend it…" the man chuckled and pushed the hero towards the thief.
"Hey, you can't- mmm…" Robin forgot about objecting when he was being kissed again. Red slowly leaned back until he was lying down on the half-circle sofa in the booth, and had pulled Robin on top of him. The hero's ass stuck up in the air, and the hands caressing it did not belong to the thief.
"Molesting much?" Robin mumbled when he finally found enough sense to pull away.
"Oh, just see it as your birthday presents…" Red snickered. "We have candles too… only two, but if you blow them all wishes really come true…"
"Your wishes, you mean," Robin half laughed and half snorted.
"Ah, well, that's good enough isn't it?" the thief asked innocently.
"One more round I think," Slade decided and stood up. As he passed them between the table and the sofa, he made a show of pressing his groin as close to Robin's face as possible, even stopping for a while and leering down at him.
"I'm not drunk enough to want your candle, Slade," Robin told him.
"That's what I'm going to fix now," the man smirked.
"Umbrella drink!" Robin called after him.
It was maybe half an hour later, and Robin was back in Slade's lap, sitting sideways this time, leaning back against Red, who was busy picking at the hero's already tattered t-shirt.
"It's not fair, you know…" Robin told them both. "You're hot… no hot guys should be allowed to be bad… that's just… just… wrong…"
"And why's that?" Slade wanted to know, one of his hands caressing the dark-haired youth's inner thigh. Robin spread his leather-clad legs a little with a happy sigh.
"Because it … makes it wrong… to do stuff like this with you… right?"
"We like it wrong… wrong is the new right," Red told him.
"If you had been good guys… we could have been doin' this for like… years!" Robin exclaimed, clearly annoyed with the universe.
"Funny thing is… good guys wouldn't get a younger man drunk and then take advantage of him all night," Slade told him.
"Good guys suck," Robin muttered.
"No, not even that…" the man chuckled deeply. "We do, though… we really suck…" he added.
"Let's go somewhere and prove how much we suck," Red suggested.
"You're funny… I love you guys…" Robin snickered and whooped as he was being lifted up in Slade's arms.
"Well, at least we know that a drunk Robin is an affectionate Robin!" Red snickered as he sauntered out of the club next to Slade when was still holding the hero in his arms like he weighed nothing at all. Said hero was busy running his fingers through the man's white hair, cooing softly. At Red's words, however, he looked up and chuckled.
"I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk at aaaall… where are we going?"
"To a really nice place," Slade responded.
"I like nice places… " Robin nodded in approval.
"So you're not drunk are you? How's that?" Red X snickered, now walking a bit behind the mercenary on the narrow sidewalk.
"Because… where are you? Oh, there you are…" Robin turned so he was looking over Slade's shoulder at the thief, his arm dangling over the shoulder as well. He waved a finger in the air importantly as he continued. "I'm… I'm not drunk because… because I'm sneaky!"
"You're sneaky?" Red asked, clearly on the verge of exploding from laughter.
"SSsshhhh! It's a secret!" Robin hushed. "Can't tell them…"
"Tell them what?"
"Well… you see… they are evil bastards… well… one of them is... the other is mostly annoying… and I couldn't, like, get drunk, right…?"
"…right?" the thief smirked.
"Yeah, so… so… when I got the first… the first drinks, I told the bartender to make all… make all the drinks with… with… the colorful pretty things…"
"Umbrellas?"
"YESH! Umbrellas, how did you know? Anyway, make all the umbrella-drinks non…non… with no booze."
"That's clever," Slade admitted, and patted Robin's rump, because the birthday boy was now more or less hanging over his shoulder, as he was so intent on talking to Red.
"Thank you!" Robin exclaimed happily. "Who said that?" he added, looking confused. "Oh, well… perfect plan… so I'm not… not drunk…"
"It would be a perfect plan…" Red nodded. "But Chris the bartender is a good friend of mine… Sorry, kid, but you're drunk off your ass…"
"No… no-no-no…" Robin shook his head. "I can't get drunk because I'm with Slade and Red X and they might do really, really bad things to me…"
"What if they do really, really good things to you?" the thief asked innocently.
"Think they would?" the hero sounded hopeful. Whatever he was laying on was shaking a bit, Robin noticed, but he forgot to ask about it.
"I think so… let's just enjoy ourselves, okay?"
"You… you don't think it's wrong…?" Robin said, looking troubled.
"What?" the redhead asked.
"Weeeell… they're drunk… I'll be taking advantage of them…" Robin said.
"Remember that you're drunk too?"
"Oh, yeah… right… so it's all good?" the hero asked.
"S' all good…" the thief assured him.
"I'm gonna take a nap now…" Robin mumbled and promptly fell asleep.
When he woke up he was sprawled on his back on a big king-sized bed and he was completely naked.
"Wooow…" he mumbled as he felt two pair of hands and lips touching his skin in rather exciting places.
"Rise and shine, kid…" a voice snickered. "Although you already are kinda up…"
"R-Red…?" Robin opened his eyes again, not even sure when he had closed them.
"Slade's here too."
"Slade has a beard…" Robin giggled randomly as that part of the man's body was currently tickling his chest.
"That he does," Red nodded. "You should open those lovely eyes again and see what else he has…"
Robin did and those eyes widened.
"Oh, that's big… isn't it?"
"I'd say so," the thief chuckled.
"Oh, good, I haven't seen any for real…" Robin admitted, making the other youth gape.
"What, really?"
"Oh, you know… good guys…" Robin muttered. "Oh, you have a big one too!" Robin discovered as he was sitting up, leaning on his elbows. "I think mine is thicker, though…" he said and curled his fingers around his own erection.
"Why don't you feel for yourself?" Red X suggested with a leer.
"I can touch?" Robin blinked like he had just been informed that a shark-tank was a petting-zoo.
"As much as you want," Red said generously, scooting closer.
"Slade too?"
"Yes."
"Shouldn't I at least ask?" Robin wondered, his eyes growing even bigger.
"I think he'd be alright with it, right Slade?" Red X smirked as his accomplice.
"Very," Slade rumbled, startling Robin.
"He can hear us?" the hero squeaked.
"Man… you're really drunk…" Red guffawed, slurring a little bit himself.
"I don't care, I wanna touch your stuff!" Robin decided happily and reached out for Red's pride and joy first.
"Ow, careful!" Red winced as Robin turned out to be a little bit too enthusiastic.
"Sorry…" the hero hurriedly said and tried to focus a bit more on his task.
"Mmm… that's better…" the thief moaned a moment later.
"Thanks… Slade?" Robin looked back over his shoulder to the man stretched out just out of reach.
"Yes?" the mercenary smirked, clearly enjoying the show.
"Um… do you… do you wanna… umm…" Robin took a deep breath to steady himself. "You… wanna touch me? You can if you want to…?" it was more of a plea than an offer, but Slade clearly liked it that way. The man moved and pressed up against the hero's back, kissing his neck while his hands explored his body. Robin arched into the touches with a happy sigh and then focused on Red again, stroking him faster.
"Why don't you blow that candle now?" Slade suggested in his ear, and pushed on Robin's neck.
The hero found the idea interesting but struggled with getting in the right position. In the end he just turned around, laying on his side and his head now at the red-head's crotch.
"Hmm… alright… we can do it like this…" Robin heard Slade chuckle and then felt his top leg being lifted up only to be set down again over a shoulder. The hero looked down, puzzled, to see that Slade now had his face very close to-
"Oh, please!" Robin gasped.
"You first," Red chuckled and pushed his cock impatiently against the side of Robin's mouth.
"Oh, sorry," the hero blushed and licked at the tip. His award, a responding lick, was immediate. The next two minutes were just heaven.
"Drunken Robins doesn't last very long," Red X deduced.
"Shut up, Red," the bird in question moaned. "Mmm… sleep now?"
"No, I don't think so," Slade chuckled and was suddenly on top of the hero.
"But 'm tired…" Robin objected.
"That may be, but it's after midnight…"
"So?"
"So, the truce was for your birthday… and it's not your birthday anymore…"
"Robin blinked slowly up at the smirking man, trying to grasp the subject.
"So… you're not gonna be nice to me anymore?"
"I'm going to be very nice… but I'm also going to fuck you."
"Can he do that?" Robin asked Red, who was stroking himself as he had been left high and dry.
"Yes. It's by the rules," the thief deadpanned.
"Oh… okay…" Robin shrugged and looked back at Slade as if asking what he was waiting for.
"You should be drunk more often," the man leered and pushed the hero's knees up.
"Wait, can we do this doggy-style? I want his mouth," Red said.
"Sure, but don't blame me if he bites you," Slade shrugged and rolled Robin over. A giggling Robin.
"Red X is my chew-toy…"
"No, for the love of god, don't go there…" the redhead groaned. "No biting, Robin, just sucking, okay?"
"M'kay," Robin promised and opened his mouth obediently as soon as he had been helped up on his knees. "Wait!" he said just as the tip of Red's length was about to slip between his lips.
"What? I'm getting blue balls here!" Red groaned.
"It's just that… I'm really drunk, right?" Robin said.
"YES!"
"Oh, good…Because I'd never do anything like this sober…" the hero sighed in relief and swallowed the thief's cock whole.
"Yeeeesss….. oh, god, you have a mouth on you, kid… Slade, if you just push in, I'm gonna kill you… take it easy, okay?"
"Wouldn't want him to bite it off…" Slade chuckled and liberally covered his fingers with lubricant. "Now, be ready if he bucks…"
Robin did jump a little as one of Slade's fingers pushed into him and stared up at Red, who chuckled.
"He looks surprised… that's so sweet… maybe you should get another one in there?"
"Mmnnhhgg!" the hero said, but it might not have been an objection as he pushed back on Slade's fingers.
"No-no-no, don't get selfish again Robin… no more fingers for you until you brought me off, understood?" Red said, afraid of being left behind again.
"Mm-mm!" Robin possibly agreed, and really went to work on the thief, who appreciated it very vocally.
"MMpf!" Robin gulped as his mouth suddenly was filled. As he swallowed Red X collapsed on the bed and sighed deeply.
"Damn, kid, that was the best I ever had… did you like my present?"
"Needs… umbrella…" Robin gasped as he swallowed one last time and then wiped his mouth. "That was fun!"he added with a grin.
"Let's have some more fun, shall we?" Slade suggested and Robin whimpered as he was stretched by a third finger.
"Not… sure… this is fun…" he complained.
"I'll help with that…" Red smirked and crawled under the Titan, licking as his dwindling erection.
"Oh! Oh… yeah… thanks!" the birthday boy gasped appreciatively. "That's… mm… yeah…" the hero forgot all about the fingers until they were replaced by Slade's cock. "GOD!" he cried out, "Red, suck me harder or I'm gonna kick someone!"
That warning made Slade taka a firmer grip around the hero's hips to keep him in place.
"Just relax, Robin… you'll like it…" he purred confidently.
"Oh, yeah? Me and Red are so donna DP your ass later…" Robin growled. "See how you like it..."
Red X made a gargling sound, much like a laugh, and Robin bucked his hips forward just as Slade decided to make a point by pushing into him. The result made the Titan decide that it might not be all bad after all.
"Do… do that again…" he told Slade. "Oh, yes! Again! Again! Faster! Yes! YEEEES!"
"You still have problems lasting, don't ya?" Red snickered, his lips and face splattered with cum as he emerged from under the hero.
"Shut up… I'm… a beginner…" Robin growled and groaned because Slade didn't have those kinds of problems and was still fucking him hard. "God, make him stop…"
"Sorry, no can do," the thief shrugged, "Guess you just have to take it,"
"Slade! Stop! Come already!" Robin pleaded. "You're going to make me… aaaahhh!"
"Twice in a row… how about three times?" Red smirked. "Up for it, Slade?"
"No! I'll die!" Robin answered in the man's place. "I can't come again, please? I'll… god… no…no there… not… there… I-!" Just before he passed out Robin heard Slade grunt and felt the man's cock twitch and swell.
When Robin opened his eyes next it was clearly morning.
"Turn that sun off…" he whimpered and curled into the warm body next to him.
"Fuck… my head…" that body groaned.
"Pft…kids," a third one scoffed and then chuckled. Robin heard the sound of drapes closing and a blissful darkness shrouded the room.
"Oh, thank god…" he mumbled.
"Don't mention it," Slade said. "I'm going out for a while. If you are still here when I get back you are both going to pay rent… and I think you can imagine what that means."
"'m too tired to imagine it…" Red mumbled.
"Me too…" Robin agreed.
"Good," Slade said and they both could hear the leer, though none had the strength to open their eyes. "I'll be back in an hour."
As the door closed the redhead and the hero didn't stir.
"Robin?"
"Yeah?"
"Carry me out of here?"
"I can't even move…"
"Maybe if we sleep for a bit…?"
"Risky…"
"I know… still can't move…" the thief sighed.
"Same…" Robin grunted. "Remind me never to party with you again…"
"But it's my birthday next week!" the thief objected.
"Really…? Big number?"
"Twenty-three… guess there's nothing to celebrate, huh?" Red mumbled.
Robin stayed quiet for a while.
"You know…" he then said. "Twenty-three means you can rent a car on the island of Cyprus…?"
The End
A/N: today's lesson: there's always something to celebrate… preferably not with alcohol, though, if you ask me, but maybe Robin will learn that lesson when Slade comes back… ;)
And wheee! The X-mas drabbles will begin soon! They will be in a separate story-collection, just like last years, so add me to your watch if you don't wanna mss them!... Or check your calendar for the 1'st of December… either way…. ;) They will be posted in the early evening on weekdays and mornings on weekends (Swedish time)…