EDIT NOTE: I messed up yesterday and placed this in the Christmas Drabbles... I was tired... Sorry... So today I posted both this and a new drabble here in Delightful Drabbles where they belong... ;)

A/N: Happy B-day vampireprincess248! (January 12)

This is a fic in the TERMS-universe, about a subject that several people have hinted at that they would like to see, so I hope it will make many of you happy.

As it's an established relationship, and Terms to boot, I don't need to say that there's fluff-warnings, right? And PWP-smut as well… Mostly smut, actually… ;)

Practice Makes Perfect

Slade muttered to himself as he trudged through the long hallway. It wasn't as long as his day had been, though. Things had gone wrong in an amazing number of ways and on top of that his young husband had made himself scarce for a few days, working on a project of his own. Well, Slade was going to find him now, and fuck him on the closest piece of furniture. He needed it, to relieve the day's stress.

"E-excuse me, Sir!" Someone had stepped in front of him just as he was about to push the elevator-button.

"Yes?" Slade growled, looking at the hired muscle who was actually shaking slightly.

"You… you can't go in there, Sir."

"You are aware that this is my own personal elevator, private?" Slade asked silkily. He tended to use military terms with the staff. He couldn't be bothered to learn all of their names, like Robin tended to do, after all.

"Y-yes, but… but Sir, I have a l-letter… from… from young Mr. Wilson…"

Hearing Robin being called that sent a feeling of satisfaction though the man's body and he relaxed a little bit. No matter what, Robin was his, and Slade thought he would never get tired of basking in that knowledge.

"Was that letter for me?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Y-yes, Sir!"

"Well? May I have it?"

"Oh! Oh, sorry, Sir… I... I… here, here it is!"

Slade was handed a folded note, sealed with red wax, a little thing they had started to do when they wanted to make sure to keep information private. An impression of the teen's engagement-ring could be clearly seen in the wax, another sign that it was private. Slade studied the seal, making sure it hadn't been broken, before opening the letter.

'Dear Buttercup!' it started. Slade snorted. Robin had taken to thinking up silly pet-names just to annoy him.

'I have a surprise for you so turn that frown upside down and do as Adam tells you. Adam is the nervous guy in front of you. He messed up on a mission yesterday, so he got the honors… figured it wouldn't matter much if you were in a bad mood and already killed him, but I hope you are playing nice…'

"You failed an assignment?" Slade said and looked up from the letter, piercing the hired muscle with his gaze. The man turned shockingly white in a second, and Slade thought he smelled something that might mean he had soiled himself as well.

"I… I… I'm so sorry, it… it won't happen again, I…."

"At ease, Robin says not to kill you," Slade smirked coldly. "But I would up my game if I were you."

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Good." Slade's eye lowered to the note again.

'If you killed him, call me, and I'll send someone else. If not, follow him and don't cheat. I'll make it worth it. /Your little bird'

"You are supposed to take me somewhere. Let's go," Slade ordered and Adam immediately jumped into action, leading him to one of the other elevators, taking him up a few flights. The man then led him through what looked like a rather abandoned corridor and then into a pitch black room. Slade tensed slightly; there was always the possibility of a trap of some kind, after all. The foot soldier lit up a flashlight with a very narrow beam, and kept it firmly on the ground. He then led Slade over to, of all things, a large, soft arm chair.

"Y-you're supposed to sit down and wait, Sir…" he said.

The mercenary was still not content that there was no evil plot up ahead, but this looked more like something Robin would do than anything else, so he nodded.

"Fine."

"I'm… I'm supposed to leave now…"

"Then I suggest you run."

The man did.

Slade sat in the complete darkness and waited patiently like a good boy. He sneered and told himself that Robin better make this worth it…

Suddenly music started, a single rhythm, getting stronger. The man relaxed back in his seat, because now he was even surer that this wasn't a set-up. After all, who arranged one of those with music? The rhythm was like a heartbeat and suddenly it was joined by a faster, ticking noise and at that moment a beam of light lit up, exposing a small, raised stage in front of the chair. From the stage emerged a metal pole, and in front of the pole stood Robin, with his back against the man.

The lyrics to the song began and the young man grabbed the pole and started to move.

Slade had to close his mouth a while later. He knew Robin had been taking lessons, forced to do so by Red and Speedy, but he had never really expected a private show.

He was violently jealous of the pole. Robin treated it like a partner, caressing it, draping himself around it. The song had reached a stage where the singer told his audience that he wanted to 'fuck you like an animal', and Slade wholeheartedly agreed. Especially considering what Robin was wearing…

It was a play on his Robin-outfit, complete with mask. The green tights were the same length as a pair of mini-shorts, and the red, sleeveless tunic looked more like a corset, but with a zipper at the front.

Robin was facing him now, and slowly peeled his mask off, letting the man see those sparkling blue eyes like it was the first time. A flash of desire ran down Slade's spine and pooled in his groin. Robin licked his lips and smiled slowly as he spun around the pole, as the song, which must have been on repeat, spoke of a raw, sexual urge which transmitted directly to the man.

Robin spun around again, upside-down this time, before he landed on his feet and started grinding his groin against the pole, again slowing down. With an innocent batting of his eyelashes, Robin's hands traveled over his own chest and found the slider of the zipper. He looked down and then up at the man with wide eyes like he was saying 'oh, what's this?', and started to play with it. He tugged on it a little, sliding it down, and then up again.

Slade found himself groaning and shifting in his seat, hands itching to give the eighteen-year old some help. The zipper was going down more and more now, however, and then the front was open. Instead of taking it off, Robin tugged the edges close tightly over his chest instead, like he was suddenly shy, and slid behind the pole, as if that would hide him. After peeking at Slade, twirling around again, and giving the man a accusing look which clearly said 'don't look at me!', the top slid off a shoulder without Robin seemingly noticing.

The teen was focused on the pole again, his top sliding down more and more, until his chest was exposed. The teen still pretended not to notice, and went to press his front against the pole like he had before, only to throw his head back as the cold metal kissed one of his nipples. The pink bud hardened in an instant, closely followed by its twin, which was getting the same treatment.

It was like the pole was alive, kissing and abusing Robin's nipples while the teen gasped, his head lolling back, his lips parted. Slade wanted to rip that pole out of the floor and take its place. Robins top was now sliding down his arms and he shrugged it off completely, throwing it in Slade's face with a disdainful look before he returned his full attention to his metal lover.

He's making me jealous of an inanimate object… he's either a genius or I'm insane… Slade thought to himself as he clutched the fabric, feelings like an idiotic over-excited fan-boy. He should end this right now, just grab the damn tease, pull him off that stage and have his way with him, but- Slade sighed and sank back into the chair from his half standing position. Robin had asked him to play by the rules… to not cheat. The man frowned. Cheating was what made games interesting, but fine… he clutched the armrests as Robin's speed and movement on the pole turned almost supernatural, showing off all his tantalizing angles, dips and curves. Again the rhythm slowed until the teen was merely rolling his hips against the metal while he was stroking the firm surface up and down with his hands, caressing it, teasing it, until Slade thought he could feel Robin's touch on his own skin. Those hands then started to explore his own body again, and, at the bottom edge of those tight, green shorts, Robin just happened to find a new couple of zippers, running up each hip.

Slade felt himself leaning forwards again as those zippers were, slowly, being pulled. Suddenly they opened completely and the shorts fell away. Robin, his mouth forming a little, surprised 'oh!' darted behind the pole again, and, this time, it managed to hid something very interesting… Slade had been able to see that his young husband wasn't completely naked yet, but nothing more than that. He spotted thin straps around the teen's hips on each side, and those seemed to… sparkle?

Faking shyness, Robin edged around the pole again, acting like it was forcing him to show himself, almost struggling against it, shooting Slade those wide-eyed, scandalized, looks once more. The teen seemed to forget himself and just dance when he was out in the open again, however, leaving Slade to stare at the very small, glittering, green panties, which were straining to contain the arousal inside. They made the man wish he had his pockets full of one-dollar bills.

Slade pants had the same kind of problem and the man adjusted himself, trying to make things more comfortable. Robin caught the movement and wagged his finger with a smirk on his face. No touching, then… against the rules.

At that moment Robin turned around and again Slade had to hold on to something to keep him from just grabbing those bare, juicy, firm buns, flaunted so deliciously in front of him. Only a thin strap of green fabric disappeared between them.

Once more Robin let the beat seduce him, taking Slade's imagination along for the ride. The teen grinded his ass against the pole but now he seemed to notice Slade again, looking at him curiously. He sank down on his knees on the stage floor and started crawling towards the edge, right in front of the man. Just as the teen reached out, however, it was like he was suddenly scared again and returned to the pole, taking comfort from wrapping himself around it, extending his legs in an upside-down split in a way that showed Slade exactly what he wanted and, possibly, couldn't have. Robin's eyes were on him all the time, now, however, the pole reduced to only a tool, and when Robin crawled up to the edge this time, he reached out all the way, trailing his fingers down Slade's shirt-clad chest. Not long after, he climbed off the stage completely and straddled the man's lap.

"Well, that was quite the-" Slade stated but Robin's fingers were on his lips. No talking. The teen's hands holding the man's down on the hand-rests told Slade the rest of what he needed to know; no touching either.

Robin was still moving to the beat, grinding their groins together in a slow, fucking motion, as his fingers began to undo the buttons of the man's shirt, before pulling it open. He leaned down to claim Slade's lips as his hands started to explore the newly exposed skin, and the kissing soon turned both urgent and a little violent. After giving the man's bottom lip a bit of a bite, the teen then licking and biting his way down, sliding out of the man's lap at the same time, until he was sitting between Slade's widely spread knees, busy getting the man's zipper down.

Slade's cock sprang free almost immediately, and Robin looked up at him with an arched eyebrow and a little smirk. Slade smirked back. Yes, he was going commando today, and he really felt that had been the right choice as well.

Robin licked those kiss-swollen, pink lips and then, eyes firmly on Slade, let the tip of his tongue touch the tip of the man's cock. He licked the whole head like that, just flicking his tongue over it, before sucking it in.

Slade groaned. He wanted to grab the teen's hair and fuck that amazing mouth, but he restrained himself, if only just barely.

Robin slowly climbed up into his lap again and grinned as he got in position, letting Slade's cock nuzzle between his cheeks. With one hand on the man's shoulder for support, the teen's other hand went down, slipping behind himself and pushing the thong out of the way. He then sank down further until Slade could feel the flared, engorged head of his cock push at the teen's opening. Just as it did, the man realized that his husband had prepared himself, and the slippery feeling wasn't just from the teen's saliva. He had been ready for this the whole time. With a grunt Slade couldn't stop his hips from pushing upwards, just as Robin were sinking down. He could hear the teen's gasp over the pounding music, and then 'fucking like an animal' was all he could think about. He broke the no-touching rule as he, grabbed hold of Robin and got up, pushing him down on the edge of the stage, his ass just outside it, at the perfect height and availability. Robin didn't seem to mind, though, as his legs wrapped around the man's waist, pulling him in deeper. The thong was chafing the side of Slade's cock, and it also didn't let him see exactly how much Robin loved this, so the man grabbed the flimsy strings holding it together and ripped it apart, the sequins flying off and falling down over the teen's body, sticking to his hot skin, making it sparkle.

The no talking rule might still be in effect, but that apparently didn't stop Robin from moaning and crying out with each hard thrust, his member leaking all over his stomach. Slade didn't touch it, however, he knew how Robin loved to come from just being fucked; he claimed it was a 'different kind of orgasm', which he couldn't always achieve. That wouldn't be a problem this time, though, Slade could sense that from the way Robin's muscles were squeezing him, almost humming with pent up need, and he made sure to angle his hips just right, lifting the teen's ass a little bit as he upped the pace once more. That was more than his lover could take, and the teen arched completely off the floor as he cried out his release, the evidence of it painting white stripes across his chest and stomach. Slade grunted as his own release ripped through him and he felt himself swelling and filling the little pole-dancer's ass with his seed.

After a few deep breaths for recuperation, Slade withdrew slowly, and as he was still mostly dressed, just tucked himself in. He leered down at Robin. It was something strangely arousing about standing above him, fully clothed, while Robin laid before him, completely naked, panting, and his legs splayed widely apart, his pink hole still twitching in pleasure.

Half an hour later found the couple on their own sofa. Slade had pushed the TV-remote, not really caring what channel it happened to be on, and laid back, and Robin, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and only that, as the man clearly could feel, had stretched up half on top of him, dozing with a very satisfied smile on his face. Slade smirked, proud about the fact that he could keep Robin in the land of after-orgasms for so long. He grabbed one of the teen's cheeks and squeezed. Robin immediately let out a little moan, and the man felt something twitch and harden against his thigh.

"Mom? Dad? You home?" the call was unwanted, if not unexpected. The redheads always seemed to show up at the worst, possible times.

"Oh, look at this, isn't it pathetic?" Speedy exclaimed as he spotted them. "Curled up in the sofa, wearing sweats, and watching the weather channel? What the hell happened to you two?"

"They grew old and married…" Red sighed, shaking his head. "It's up to us to lead an exciting life now…"

"Bet they only have vanilla-sex too. Lights off. Once a week," the archer smirked.

"Yeah… are you planning on sitting there vegetating all night?"

"No, we thought of playing bingo later," Slade said darkly.

"Yeah… lots and lots of bingo…" Robin grinned.

"Oh, we're so out of here… you go on being boring…" Speedy sighed.

"Do you think we need to put them in a home soon?" they heard Red ask his boyfriend on the way out.

Robin chuckled and kissed Slade's neck.

"So… what did you think?"

"I think that those lessons were the best present you have ever gotten…" the man smirked.

"Mmm… not sure I totally agree…" Robin smiled and glanced at his ring, "but they weren't bad… and Slade?"

"Yes?"

"Just wait until you see my next routine… that will be sexy…"

The End

A/N: the song playing, wished for by vampireprincess248,was "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails:

www,youtube,com/watch?v=IGwqJZWow3A (change commas for dots) I didn't want to include a lot of the lyrics, since they aren't mine, but it did have an effect on Slade… ;)