B-DAY DRABBLE INFORMATION

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A/N: Happy birthday kitsunechibiko (16 jan)!

For this one I got a song as inspiration: "Animal" by Neon Trees: www,youtube,com/watch?v=-ztVXq5Y17U (change commas for dots).

When I read the lyrics to this song I finally got the inspiration I had been waiting for to do a sequel to… "Dangerous Paths"… remember? The werewolf-story? Yes, it was long ago, but you can find it as drabble 93 here in "Delightful Drabbles".

I asked the birthday girl if I could do a sequel to this story and she grudgingly agreed… as long as there was no furry sex like in the original… ;) And there's not… really… The song has been an inspiration, but that's it, there's really not any lyrics from it in this, because, as usual with songs, those are not mine… sometimes it's fun to include them in dialogue, and such, but I only do that when I feel I can do it without it being forced so… none of that.

You should read "Dangerous Paths" before reading this one, but here's a quick reminder: Robin and Slade are living their usual hero/villain lives when Slade one day pulls Robin into a dark alley and kisses him. From then on there's a lot of that going on, and eventually also much more adult stuff. Slade is not a nice guy, they do not talk, and there are no lovey-dovey snuggles. In fact the man is a bit of a possessive stalker, but, on the other hand, so is Robin. That's why he follows Slade into the forest/park one night, and lo and behold, Slade turns into the huge, white wolf, who happily proceeds with banging an reluctant Robin's brains out. They wake up the next morning with Robin being very satisfied but also sporting a bite-wound on his neck… and about here is where our new story starts, m'kay?

Dangerous Paths 2: Bite Me!

"Bite me, Slade!" Robin growled. It was the morning after, or rather the afternoon of the morning after, and the teen was getting sick and tired of the man's attitude.

"That's just the thing… I did," the mercenary smirked.

"So?"

"You're mine."

"You must have your flea-collar on backwards, dumbass, I'm not yours any more than I used to be! Unless-" Robin paled. "Does… does that mean I'm… a werewolf?"

"Not yet… I've merely marked you. I'll claim you on the next full moon."

"You will do no such thing!"

"Why not? We'd be great together…" the man purred.

Robin had to admit that Slade had him in a rather awkward position, slammed up against a wall behind a dumpster, and he could hear his friends calling for him. Being found like this was not on his 'wanting to explain'-list.

"We'd be shot by animal control together, that's what we'll be!" the teen growled. "After killing a bunch of scouts out camping."

"And why would we do that?" the man asked, actually looking nonplussed.

"Oh, I remember you all snarling and crazy," Robin scoffed. "You would have killed me if you hadn't… well…" Robin blushed and looked away.

"Oh no… I was in full control… the wolf in me just gets a little… eager around his bitch."

"WHAT did you call me?"

"Robin? That you, dude? Everything's okay?"

"Yeah BB, I'm fine, just give me a moment! Call of nature, you know!" Robin called back to where Beast Boy was narrowing his eyes, trying to see into the alley.

"Got your back, bro!" his teammate replied and, supposedly, went to tell the others to call off the search.

Robin noticed the man glaring at the place where the changeling had just stood and growling under his breath.

"Okay, I just had to tell my teammate that I'm fine with public urination, and you just called me a bitch, so I'm not in the best of moods right now, Slade… I should let me go if I were you."

"I didn't call you a bitch, I called you my bitch," the man clarified.

"That's just as bad!"

"No. It's just true," Slade told him and stopped him from talking back any more by claiming his lips. Robin almost melted, something inside him bursting with joy and pleasure, but he got his common sense back and broke Slade's nose with his forehead.

Robin rejoined his team shortly after and announced a pizza and movie night; he needed to take a break from the crazy right now, and some movie-violence might do the trick. As soon as the night fell, however, a howling was heard from outside.

"What? The full moon was last night!" Robin blurted out before being able to stop himself.

"Nah, dude, it's like three nights in a row, you know for were-… IS THAT A WEREWOLF?" Beast Boy exclaimed.

"It's just a dog or something…" Robin said, "but really? Three nights?" he looked at Raven for confirmation and the empath nodded.

"The night before the full moon and the night after, usually counts as the pull is almost equally strong then," she said. "And that's a werewolf."

"I need a fur rug, let's go get it!" Cyborg grinned.

"Oh, please, do not make it naked," Starfire asked. "It might get the chills!"

"You stay here, I'm going to go talk to it…" their leader muttered.

"Talk? Dude, it will rip you a new one!" Beast Buy gasped.

"No it won't…" Robin claimed and then, under his breath, added, "It tried that last night…"

The wolf had swum to the island, its fur wet and a little greasy. Despite that it seemed in a good mood, half prancing around outside as Robin carefully slid just part of the door open.

"Slade?"

The werewolf ran over and tried squeeze inside, but the steel door held.

"Slade, no! Listen to me!" Robin barked and the wolf stepped back just a little, pinning him with his one-eyed grey-yellow stare. Robin feel like he should roll over, but firmly stood his ground. "You told me earlier that you are in control… that it's really you in there… so nod if that's true," Robin ordered.

The wolf, after some hesitation, inclined its head.

"All right…" Robin took a deep breath. "I'm not going to let you run around out here and attract attention… so I'm bringing you inside." Slade seemed to perk up at that, but Robin continued. "But, put one paw out of line with my friends, and you'll be a rug on Cyborg's floor, alright?"

The wolf half growled, half snorted.

"Yeah, yeah…" Robin muttered. "I'm going to bring you down to the basement, not my room. And remember, no funny business!"

At this the wolf narrowed its eye and growled again, in a way that Robin felt meant 'you're mine, I have the right to do funny business with you'.

"Not until we're in the room, of course," Robin smoothed his mistake over, and Slade's tongue lolled out in a very smug way.

"Come in," the teen sighed and slid the door open completely.

At the elevator the teen and the wolf was met by the rest of the Titans, most of them with fired up powers. Beast Boy, however, whimpered and backed away, not meeting the wolf's eye for a second.

"Is this the there-wolf?" Starfire asked.

"Werewolf," Robin clarified. "Yes. I'm taking him downstairs."

"Without explaining?" Raven asked.

"Tomorrow," the black-haired teen answered. "Now move, or he might bite."

"EEEEW!" Cyborg said and Robin turned around to see that Slade had decided to make himself at home by lifting his leg against the wall.

"Oh, for the love of…" Robin muttered and grabbed the scruff of the wolf's neck. Slade didn't like being reprimanded like that and snapped his jaws, before shaking the teen's grip off.

His team scattered and Robin got in the elevator with a huge wolf who was now starting to butt his head against him in a very clear 'get down on all fours' way.

"Behave!" Robin hissed. "Not until we're safe."

He took Slade down to a row of empty storage-rooms, and opened the sliding steel door by entering a code. The wolf took a whiff of the room as Robin pushed the light switch. Teeth then more or less gently grabbed his cape and started pulling him inside.

"Needy much?" Robin smirked. "I'm just going to get some blankets and pillows… you want me to be comfortable, don't you?"

The wolf snorted as if saying that he didn't much care, which Robin was sure was true. He still backed out. "I'll only be a second," he said and closed the door.

"You locked me up!" Slade roared.

"Of course I locked you up," Robin, who had come down with a breakfast-tray and some of Cyborg's clothes, snorted. "I wasn't going to let you do that to me again."

"You liked 'that'," the man smirked evilly.

"Well, yes, maybe I did, but come on, it's just… weird!"

"It's just me," Slade shrugged.

"A hairier you with an oddly shaped… thing…" Robin blushed.

"Still, you locked me up," Slade didn't seem willing to let his grudge go, and the teen put the tray and clothes down on the floor to make sure he could defend himself if needed.

"I figured you would survive."

"You tricked me."

"Duh!"

That last part was too much for the enraged wolf inside the man and he rushed at Robin, slamming him against the closest wall before the teen had even seen him coming.

"Submit!"

"Fuck off!"

"Damn it, Robin, I'm not kidding! Submit or the wolf is going to make you!" the man growled and Robin could see yellow seep into his eye. It was probably too close to the change to mess with the creature Robin figured. After a last, lengthy stare, the teen snorted and looked away, baring his neck just slightly in an instinctive gesture.

Slade made a deep growling noise and pressed his face to the hero's neck, sniffing a bit before opening his mouth and grazing his teeth firmly over the skin in a mock bite. Robin was shivering uncontrollably, his breath stuck in his throat, and he tilted his head further back, pleasing the wolf.

He was suddenly spun around and his tights yanked down.

"Slade! What-" the teeth were back on his neck and the objections died on his lips. Two fingers were pushed in to his mouth and Robin sucked on them, lathering them with as much saliva as he could. He knew this routine after all; it had happened many times before in old warehouses or back alleys. He gasped as Slade roughly pushed the fingers inside him, but the preparation didn't last long before the man pulled back, spat in his own hand to slick his cock up and then shoved in. Robin made a keening noise and pushed back, bracing himself against the wall as best as he could as the man grabbed his hips.

It didn't last long for either of them, and afterwards Robin felt himself being pressed against the wall again, his neck licked and nibbled on.

"It doesn't have to be like this," Slade murmured against his skin.

"What… what do you mean?" Robin asked, a bit breathless still.

"I'll explain in a moment…" the man said and pulled away to get dressed. Cyborg's clothes just barely fit his taller frame, but at least he wasn't indecent… much.

Robin shivered again as the warmth coming from the man's body disappeared. He pulled his tights up, blushing slightly. He usually felt ashamed after unplanned 'meetings' like this. He just didn't know how he could let it happen, time and time again, and-

"Stop it," the man growled.

"Huh?"

"I can smell the shame on you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's insulting."

Robin blinked, but he kinda-sorta understood the logic behind that statement. Not that he thought that the man had any rights to get all huffy about it, but still.

"Come," Slade grabbed him by his upper arm and proceeded to half walk, half drag him out of the room. Robin was too stunned at first to even try to get out of the man's hold, not until they reached the elevator.

"No struggling!" Slade snapped as he pushed him inside. Then the man did something that made Robin's heart turn to ice. He pushed the button for the main floor.

"No! Wrong one, you can't-" the teen tried to reach the panel, to punch in the over-ride code, but Slade was in the way.

"I said no struggling," the man growled and had him up against the wall again. "Now, what did you tell your friends about me?"

"Just that you were a guy I had promised to help," Robin snarled back. "If you think I'm going to let you hurt my friends-"

"I'm not going to hurt anyone… except possibly you unless you learn to BACK THE HELL DOWN!" Slade barked.

"If you think I'm one of those saps that get's off on being slapped around you're sorely mistaken, mister…" Robin growled. "I'm not into abusive relationships."

"It wouldn't be one of you learned your place!"

"My place? As your bitch?" Robin snorted.

"Yes!"

"Fuck off!"

"You have to learn how to handle the wolf!" Slade urged him after taking a very deep breath.

"How about I handle him with a silver bullet?" Robin snapped.

"It's not just me, it's you as well," Slade told him. Robin was just about to ask what the hell the man meant when the elevator doors opened to a typical Teen Titan's breakfast scene. A scene which grew very quiet as soon as they were discovered.

"Err… Robin? Problem?" Cy asked and seemed to tense, ready for anything.

"Hold your fire, tin-man," Slade snorted. "You all know me, or of me… the name's Slade Wilson. You met me last night in my… other form."

"Slade!" the group gasped and now they all seemed ready to attack.

"You went to the bathroom downstairs," Starfire exclaimed. "You are very bad!"

"I hardly think that's the worst I have done…" Slade smirked. "But I… apologize." the word seemed hard for the man to grind out, and Robin's eyes widened behind his mask. Slade then continued. "The wolf in me needed to mark its territory. Those urges are sometimes hard to fight."

"Oh, god, we cleaned up Slade's…" Cyborg groaned and he and Raven looked a little green. "You knew about this, Rob?"

"Yes, I-"

"Robin and I have been fucking for some time. He didn't know I was a werewolf until the night before last, however," Slade said easily.

The room turned even more silent.

"What?" the man snorted. "It's not that I'm proud about banging a hero, it wouldn't do to appear like I'm going soft, but Robin's my mate and I can't fight it."

"I'm not your-" Robin started but a low, warning growl made him bite his tongue.

"You're gay?" Cyborg asked. "Both of you?"

"Kinda have to be…" Robin tried to joke.

"And you are… dating?" Raven asked faintly.

"No. Fucking," Slade said. "Weren't you listening? And it is too close to the full moon to aggravate me young lady, so put those glowing hands of yours away," he added, not even looking at Starfire. The man then turned from Titan to Titan, making sure they kept in line. When his eye found Beast Boy, the youngest teen once again backed away, whimpering.

"Yes, you got the idea. Good," Slade smirked.

"We're not going to crawl on our bellies for you, Slade!" Robin snorted, but kept his voice as reined in as possible. "Now, why don't you leave and I'll at least try to explain this to my team…"

"I won't. The wolf won't let me. When I marked you, the wolf really committed. He wants to stay with his bitch."

"Heh… bitch, Robin?" Cyborg couldn't help but grin.

"I'm going to have him neutered…" the black-haired teen muttered.

Some time later the Titans had understood that they were not in any immediate danger. Slade had confiscated food for himself and Robin and they had all eaten, although in rather tense silence. After that, during the clean up, Slade walked around sniffing the others.

"What the hell are you doing?" Robin asked.

"Getting to know the pack," Slade shrugged. He had reached a very nervous Beast Boy who ducked his head, trying to make himself look small. Slade smiled, honestly smiled, and ruffled the boy's hair. The quick look he got from the changeling was bordering on adoring, and then the young teen immediately turned into a wolf-cub, bouncing and yipping around the man's feet.

Robin, however, watched the exchange and snarled. Slade was instantly at his side, pulling him close, and the teen grabbed on to him, glaring at the puppy.

"Jealous much, Rob?" Cyborg asked.

"Mine!" Robin hissed and then blinked. "Wait… what the hell?"

"I told you… it's just not me…" Slade smirked and ambled over to the large sofa, throwing himself down on it like he owned it.

"Guys… I know you want explanations… you probably want to kick me out for this... but I need some too," Robin said and went to stand in front of Slade. "Please?" he asked humbly, and he could feel the satisfaction that word gave the man… or rather the wolf… probably both.

"Of course. Come here. All of you," Slade said, and the others obeyed. Robin took a seat on the couch as well, not too close and not too far away, while the rest kept a bit more distance. Beast Boy held onto his puppy-form and plopped down on the floor in front of the man's feet.

"Well?" Robin prompted.

"I was bitten on a mission in Ukraine seven months ago. I killed the werewolf who did it before I knew what he was, but as he changed when he died I understood that there was something more going on than a random animal attack. I tracked down his pack and got my explanations. I stayed there for the whole month and, at the next moon, I let myself be turned completely."

"Why? I mean, who wants to be a monster?" Cyborg asked.

"Someone who already is?" Raven asked dryly.

The man gave her a small smirk.

"Raven is not far off. The wolf makes me even stronger in many ways. It has its disadvantages; I can no longer do many of my missions during the nights of the full moon, but, on the other hand, some I'm suited perfectly for during that time…"

"See? Here comes the killing…" Robin muttered.

"Surveillance, mainly." Slade shrugged. "Even in public people think I'm just a huge, white mutt, and I can get as close as I want, more or less."

"Okay, so what does all of this have to do with me?" Robin wanted to know.

"Well, I traveled a lot after turning, I was barely in Jump at all until about three months ago, but then my developed sense of smell started to pick up something… something the wolf liked… your scent."

"Okay, switching deodorants, problem solved…" Robin shrugged. "Damn Axe-effect…"

"Not that easy, I'm afraid… once we met, our pheromones did the rest… mine was exaggerated due to my… condition, and yours were simply a match."

"So… wait… you drugged me?" Robin gaped.

"No, it wouldn't have worked this well unless we had been a match… which we are. Now you have to learn to deal with that."

"We're not a… I'm not a wolf! Your inner furry beast thinks I'm hot, I get it, but why am I acting weird? Why am I feeling- I mean… why?"

"You're not a werewolf, no, not yet. But we're all animals, they cub knows what I'm talking about, right?" Slade grinned at Beat Boy yow yipped excitedly.

"I don't have your sense of smell, though," Robin objected.

"It's been proven that female lap dancers earn more money in tips during the time they are ovulating. We might want to overlook it, and we might not be aware of it, but the animal instinct is still there. You sense it, and Beast Boy does too-"

"But what if I don't want-"

Slade raised his hand, and Robin fell silent.

"I think that is a subject for a private conversation later. Your friends need some answers first. Yes, Robin kept a secret from you, and a big one at that… but it was not his fault. His instincts told him not to 'share' me with anyone. Even if the wolf had been the 'boy next door' or even one of you, he would not willingly have told you, not until I had marked him… which I did the other night."

"I knew Robin would not walk behind our backs," Starfire said solemnly.

"You really had no choice, man?" Cyborg asked.

"I… don't know… I just couldn't tell you…" Robin mumbled, hunching his shoulders.

"I think it's time for that private talk now," Slade said and looked at the others. "Get out."

The room cleared surprisingly quickly.

"That… that thing about me not being able to tell them…" Robin started. "That was bull shit, wasn't it?"

"Completely."

"So you… pretty much saved my ass?"

"It's a change from pounding it," the man smirked.

"Thank you…" Robin mumbled. "They might actually forgive me now… I'm not sure they would otherwise."

"I didn't need the drama. I want my bitch safe and happy."

"Don't-!" When Robin looked up into Slade's eye he saw that the man had only used to word to tease him this time, and he snorted. "So, alright, our animals like each other or whatever… doesn't' mean I like you, no offence," he began.

"But you do," Slade edged closer.

"What?"

"You do like me."

"I don't even know you!" Robin scoffed. "And back off; don't try to get me high of your stink!"

He was suddenly on his back in the sofa, a snarling Slade on top of him. After a few moments the man drew a couple of deep breaths and eased off him a bit.

"Don't tell the wolf to back off," he almost complained. "I'm doing my best to control my instincts, but…"

"So this is what it's going to be like? 'Do as I say or I'll maul you'? Like I said, Slade, I'm not into abusive relationships."

"It's NOT-" Another deep breath from the man later, and he continued in a more civilized tone. "This is not about being abusive. It's about dominance… and you are too damn dominant, Robin, it's driving the wolf inside me crazy."

"Yes, blame it on the partner… so it's my fault, is it? Bastard." Robin muttered.

"It's not your fault, it's… damn, the cub understands, why can't you?"

"Well, then, maybe he's your bitch!" the teen growled, looking away.

"No. You are."

Those words made Robin feel warm.

"There…" Slade purred. "That's the feeling… see? We don't have to fight about this, it's really very natural, and-"

"It's not natural, it's horrible!" Robin exclaimed, getting another growl in reply. "So what, you're just going to push me around as much as you want? Want to control my life Slade? AGAIN?"

"You are not pinned to the sofa because you disagreed with me about a life decision," the man pointed out tersely.

"No, but-"

"And none of the times you managed to aggravate the wolf today has been about important things either, has it?"

"… no…" the teen reluctantly mumbled.

"I told you that you had to learn how to handle the wolf, and I meant it. It's not about crawling on your belly or worshipping me on your knees… although about that last part…"

"What's it about, then? It sounds like a whole lot of 'yes master, no master' to me!" Robin snapped.

"It's all about easing the wolf's mind. It needs to know that you recognize it as your mate, that's all," Slade said calmly.

"I… I don't know if it is," Robin mumbled.

Slade nuzzled his neck, smelling him again, and then chuckled a bit.

"What do your instincts tell you? Just your instincts now, Robin, not that feisty, analytical little mind of yours."

"Little?" Robin arched an eyebrow but then sighed and closed his eyes. "Fine… it's… I… I'm okay with it."

"Just okay?"

"That's all you're going to get right now, alright?" the teen muttered.

"I'll take it, then."

"So how about what I was trying to say earlier? What if I had been in love with someone else? What if I hadn't been affected by your… smell?"

"Firstly, if you hadn't responded to my pheromones, it would have meant that we were not mates, that is, not compatible. In that case the wolf might still have been interested, but it, and me, would have moved on without too much urging…"

"And now… what if I would want you to move on?"

"Same as if you had been seriously involved with someone… this mate-ship, or whatever you might call it, is not some magical will-last-forever deal, it doesn't mean living happily ever after, and it doesn't mean we are some sort of pre destined soul mates… if you had been a female, it would just mean that we would have strong cubs."

"Yes, about that… I mean, I know there are homosexuality in the animal kingdom, but… well… wouldn't it be more natural for your inner furry thing to seek out a woman?"

"The pack that turned me told me the wolf didn't mind. It's not a real wolf, after all, and you can only make another werewolf by biting a human… and what you have between your legs doesn't really matter in those cases, which means that even though the wolf seeks to reproduce, it has a wide playing field."

"So… we could… break up?"

"Of course. That happens in nature all the time… all you have to do is make sure that your new boyfriend is strong enough to beat me," Slade shrugged.

"Oh great…" Robin sighed. "I have to fall in love with the whole US army…"

Slade snorted and muttered something about that not being enough, and the two of them were quiet for a while.

"Huh…" Robin mumbled after thinking things over. "So… alright… let me see if I can handle this wolf of yours, shall we?"

Slade immediately tensed above him, a small snarl on his lips.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing like that…" Robin smiled, looking up at the man with half-closed eyes. "I just…" he ran his hand up the man's arm and chest, not pushing, only touching. "Could I sit up, you think? I'd like to get a bit more comfortable…"

Slade pulled away at once, helping a grinning teen up.

"I think I can learn to do this…" the hero said smugly.

"I'm starting to fear that you might become too good at it…" Slade muttered.

"Sooo…" Robin said, sitting close enough to Slade to appease the wolf, their thighs and arms touching. "Do you have a plan? What now?"

"I still like to turn you next month," Slade said and then quickly held a hand up, "But I understand that you might not be ready by then."

"And how do you plan on getting me ready?" the teen asked carefully instead of telling the man how cold hell would be before he would let him. Slade seemed relaxed and Robin understood that this was it was about with the wolf. He hadn't said 'yes, please, bite me' or agreed to anything, but he hadn't yelled or snapped either, and it seemed that Slade therefore was in a state of mind which made it possible to actually talk.

"I know it's me you're having problems with, not the wolf. You are an open-minded young man, surrounded by a half machine half human, an alien, a half-demon and a shape-shifter… you would shrug at the werewolf-thing."

"Probably," Robin did just that and shrugged, before giving the man a small grin and leaning into him a bit. "Are you saying that you are going to change? Be mister goodie-two-shoes from now on?"

"My reputation is my life," Slade said firmly, "and no matter what the wolf says, this might not work out. I propose that we give it a month… as you pointed out we don't know each other, it would be foolish to rush into things…"

"Well, the sex-thing is pretty much done…" Robin pointed out.

"I meant life-changing things…" Slade replied. "Not that sex with me is not life changing…"

Robin snorted, but only softly, so the wolf didn't take offence.

"So no changes now? I'm still supposed to fight you?" Something inside Robin made him deeply unhappy at that thought.

"No. I meant that I'm taking this month off. At least I won't take any illegal or border-line illegal assignments…"

"So work is off the table…" Robin said and then drew a sigh of relief. "That actually feels good… thank you, Slade… I don't think I could have continued like this with you otherwise, not when it was… you know… more serious…"

"I thought not," Slade nodded. "And this is a relief for me too… not having to fight about our jobs…"

"Will it be this… tense all the time, though?" Robin asked. "Like before, I mean?"

"Mostly during the full moon, unless you do something really stupid, like fooling around," Slade told him.

"So I have a boy friend, but I end up with one with PMS? Great…" Robin chuckled.

"Boy-friend?"

"Did that made you mad?" the teen raised an eyebrow.

"Personally I don't care for the term at all…" Slade told him. "But it made the wolf ecstatic."

"Oh-oh, I've seen too much of ecstatic wolf…" Robin joked, blushing a little as he thought back to that night.

"Have you now…?" the man purred, leaning over him slightly again.

"Ummm… well, maybe we can hook up later, and-"

"I'm not leaving."

"Huh?"

"I'm not leaving. I plan to stay here until the next full moon," Slade told him.

"Stay? Here? With my friends?" Robin gaped.

"Well, if you could have them move out, that would be nice…" the man shrugged.

"Don't think so, no… but… really?"

"We need to get to know each other, don't we?"

"Yes but… what about a room?"

"What do you think?"

"That… my room?" the teen asked, a bit dazed.

"You got it in one," the man leered. "Come," he said and stood up.

"What? Where? Why?"

"No questions," Slade snorted and pulled him along and into a corridor, sniffing the air. "This way."

"We're… going to my room?"

"Yes."

"Why- oh." the hero suddenly thought he knew what the man had in mind.

"I'm going to show you something," Slade said, looking back over his shoulder at him with a smirk.

"Oh? What?" Robin blinked.

"I'm going to show you just how good being a bitch can be…"

Robin was just about to throw the whole 'appeasing the wolf' idea out the window when he was pulled into his room and into an intense kiss.

"Just be mine, just this once…" the man then whispered against his neck. "Trust your instincts… follow them… up until now our trysts have been disguised fights for dominance. Let me show you what they can be."

Robin stayed tense for a few, long, seconds but then he tilted his head to the side, baring his whole throat this time, and not in defeat but with a smile on his lips.

"Okay wolfie… show me…"

He was laid down on the bed, actually laid down, not thrown or pushed. Slade pulled the borrowed sweats off in an instant, and Robin found that he didn't mind, simply because those clothes hadn't smelled right. The man didn't rip Robin's clothes off, however, he gently almost teased them off, kissing and caressing each inch of exposed skin. Robin raised his arms over his head to help the man pull his top off, his cape and gloves, along with the mask, which had been the first to go, were already on the floor. He left his arms like that, extended above his head, leaving him open, defenseless, smiling up at the werewolf as he stretched.

Robin's belt maybe came off a little hurriedly after that, but the teen didn't mind. He just fished out the container of lube he had learned to keep in it, although he sometimes forgot it was there, and set it on the bed within Slade's reach. His boots were next and then his tights. Slade kissed and nipped gently at his skin first at his hips, and then his thighs, as he pushed the trousers along with his underwear down. Robin raised himself up a little to help, which made the wolf so pleased it sent a shiver of pleasure through the teen in return.

Now fully naked, Robin parted his legs a little, lifting his knees to get in position, when the man put his hands on them and gently pushed them down a little. Robin blinked, wondering what he had in mind now, and then, as Slade leaned over, he gasped. He couldn't be…? But he had never…

"Ooooooh!" Robin arched as Slade's mouth sucked him in. The man had never done this before, although the teen had sucked him off once or twice. He found himself wondering if this was part of the dominance-thing; if Slade couldn't do things like this unless Robin submitted to him… maybe, because even when they had, on occasion, shared an actual bed together, it had mostly been about the cruder ins-and-outs of sex, so to speak. He continued to moan, unable to help himself. He carefully ran his fingers through Slade's hair, not gripping it or pushing his head in any way, he just wanted the contact. Slade looked up at him his one eye glittering and the missing one covered by a sunken in eye-lid. It didn't bother the teen that the eye patch was missing; it was more than likely on top of a pile of the man's clothes, somewhere on the other side of the bay, but so what? He was used to a half-mask at best and decided that the more of the man's face that was uncovered, the better.

Slade kissed his way upwards now, just as Robin was on the brink of coming. The teen whimpered but settled back, accepting his fate and winding his arms and legs around the man instead. Their lips met again, not violently but playfully. Robin parted his at the first request, eager to let the man in. Slade explored not only his lips, but his earlobes, neck and throat too, as well as his collarbones and very sensitive nipples.

"Ahh… Slade… I… need you… please…" Robin breathed in the end when he just couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was on fire, and the only thing that could possible help was being stretched by a certain man's length.

Slade heard him, and picked up the container of lube, using it generously sliding a finger inside the teen. Robin was soon writhing in need, not wanting to demand anything of the wolf, but needing it so desperately. The man's fingers was just not enough, couldn't he see that? At last a sound like a sob escaped the teen's mouth and only then did Slade get into position, pushing in slowly.

"Yes! Yeeessss… oh… god… sooo… good…" Robin gasped as he was being filled slower than he had ever been. Now he could actually feel it, enjoy it, without the burning pain that usually accompanied this part of their interaction. Slade kissed him again as he rested, buried inside to the hilt, and then he began to roll his hips slowly, searching for the perfect angle.

Robin felt like he could just stay like that forever, but, at the same time, he was growing more and more eager for the climax at the end. It was a confusing feeling and he clung harder to Slade, begging him to take over, leaving the decision up to him. The thrusts sped up, but so gradually that the teen didn't really notice until he was suddenly gasping and panting, holding on to the headboard for dear life as he was getting fucked like never before. Still, even though it was powerful, it wasn't brutal, it still felt safe, and Robin had no problem arching his neck when Slade asked for it by nuzzling his shoulder.

"I'm…. I'm… yours…" he gasped as he was teetering on the edge.

"Mine," Slade agreed as he pushed them off together.

"…So Slade is going to stay here for a while until we… figure this out," Robin explained to his team, looking at them uncertainly. "Is… is that okay with you guys?"

"I feel it is magnifically romantic!" Starfire smiled.

"Well, if this is what you need to do…" Cyborg shrugged, while Beast Boy, still in wolf-cub form, wagged his tail.

"Just one thing first…" Raven said gravely. "Will he be housebroken from now on?"

The End

A/N: The wish was for a fluffy ending, but I had never planned for it to end any differently. Clearly our boys have some way to go, and it's going to be a bumpy road, but I have faith that Robin will 'tame the beast'… well… up to a point… ; )