Today we have another couple of twins! This means two stories and this is the second one…
A/N: Happy b-day Shinigami-chan (July 28)
This is a third part of Dangerous Paths 1 and 2 (drabble 93 and 131).
WARNING: if you felt squeamish when you read the first part, you might want to skim the last page or so of this story, kay? If you have NO idea what I'm talking about… umm… well, you should read part 1 and 2 before this anyway, so… just tread carefully.. because the fluff in this… is not only the kind of fluff you might be used to… ;)
Dangerous Paths 3: Worthy
Two weeks had gone by since Slade had moved in for the 'trail month', and they were all living happily- well, no. The rest of the Titans actually didn't mind the werewolf/mercenary as much as could have been expected, but Robin had a very hard time accepting the idea of submission. Which is why he was now stomach down on the floor with Slade's hand on his neck, keeping him there.
The man's 'were-pheromones' hadn't abated in the least, even though they should have drained away after the full moon. Slade said he thought it might be due to the whole 'new mate' thing, but that didn't really make it any more comfortable for Robin at the moment.
"Slade, I have to go!"
"No."
"You can't tell me no, you- OW!"
"As long as my hand is big enough to reach around your throat and your hand can't reach around my cock, I can tell you whatever I want."
That was an argument Robin had difficulty countering.
"So, um… guys? You're having a tiff again?" Cyborg's voice asked from a safe distance. Robin groaned and then made himself relax completely, which was exactly what Slade's wolf had been waiting for and the man immediately let go. Robin picked himself up from the floor, blushing. He hated it when one of his team-mates saw something like this, because, apart from Beast Boy, they couldn't understand.
"It's nothing," the teen muttered.
"I wouldn't say that. Robin wants to leave. For Gotham," Slade growled and looked like he wanted to sit on the hero again.
"What?" Cyborg said, looking confused.
"For a few days!" Robin exclaimed. "A week tops! It's Batman's birthday, and-"
"You're not going."
"YE-" Robin had time to stop himself this time and drew a deep breath. "It's family. It's important to me."
"Tell him you can't make it. Tell him you'll come over in a few weeks. Not now. Now is too… delicate," Slade said, also obviously doing his best to rein his own hormones in.
"Pft… you tell him," Robin muttered.
"Fine. I will. Computer, call Batman," the man ordered, and the large screen in front of the sofa immediately flickered as the command was being met.
"You gave him voice access to the communication system?" Robin asked Cyborg.
"Yeah, well… he glared at me when I said no…" the young man squirmed.
There was no time for Robin to manually stop the transmission, however, and the next instance Batman's face appeared on the screen.
"What in the…?" were the first words out of the man's mouth. "Robin, that man, he's a-"
"Mercenary, I know. Batman, this is Slade Wilson, and I'm very, very sorry that you met like this. Or at all. Bye."
"I was going to say 'werewolf'," Batman said dryly and that made even Slade startle.
"Um… yeah, I forgot about that little detail… how the hell did you know?" Robin asked.
"The JL have friends who have friends, and one of those friends happens to be part of the pack that sired him. His description is pretty easy to pin down, after all. The question is, though… what is he doing in the Tower?"
"Your ward is my bit- my mate," Slade told the man, correcting himself before Robin could do it for him. Which he would do painfully, even for Slade, the man suspected.
"No."
Robin burst out laughing. "See Slade? See how that feels?"
"I don't care, the bat has no say in this," Slade snorted.
"But I do. Robin is my ward, for years I was his 'alpha', your wolf must feel this. Robin is my pack. And I say no."
"How do I put this delicately…? We've fucked," Slade said. "He's mine."
"That wasn't very delicately," Robin muttered.
"Just because I asked how to, didn't mean I would," the man shrugged.
"That's unfortunate, but I still have the last word," Batman said. "I've studied werewolf laws, and I can see you know it's true."
"And if I don't accept it?" Slade snarled.
Batman merely smirked. "Come to Gotham."
The screen went black.
Slade stared at it for a moment and then turned to Robin. "Go pack."
Robin was heading out to Slade's car when Beast Boy suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Dude, you gotta stop this!"
"Um… I think you are giving me too much credit here…" Robin snorted.
"You want them to kill each other?"
"Of course not! But it won't come to that… Batman will just… well, he just put Slade in his place, didn't he?"
"THE HELL HE DID!" Robin blinked and took a step back. Beast Boy seldom yelled out of anger, and cursing too?
"BB, what-?" he asked.
"You accepted Slade! You're mated, at least for the next two weeks; you agreed! His wolf thinks so too, and now it's confused, hurt!"
"I don't think Slade's hurt-" Robin began, shaking his head at the ridiculous notion.
"It's not right! And for what? Because you don't want to tell Batman the truth? Because you're too damn CHICKEN to stand up for Slade?"
"Why would I?" Robin growled, though even saying it felt wrong to him. He was on the defensive, however, and that was seldom the time for stepping back from the argument and looking at the whole picture.
"Because you love him!"
"Who says?"
The fist came out of nowhere, snapping Robin's head to the side. It wasn't a very powerful punch but enough to have him stagger back a few steps.
"I do! But you are apparently too fucking stubborn and stupid to realize it!" Beast Boy hissed.
Robin narrowed his eyes, his hands curling into fists by his side. But this was his friend. A friend who was ridiculously upset, for some inane reason, and completely insane as well. The teen hero decided that BB didn't understand after all and just turned around and left, afraid that he'd say, or do, something stupid if he didn't.
He got into the car without a word. He would get to go to Gotham, and that was all that mattered. He also wanted to pick Batman's brain about werewolf facts, because Slade probably just told him what the man wanted him to know. Which usually involved the word 'submit'. Fuck him.
"I take my eye off you for five minutes and you manage to get into a fight?" Slade asked in way that Robin now recognized as the voice he used when he was trying to stop the wolf-side of him from ripping someone's throat out.
"It was nothing," the teen muttered.
The man sniffed the air. "With the pup?"
"Yeah."
"This day is getting crazier by the minute…" Slade muttered.
As they got on the plane none of them had said another word. Slade could be naturally quiet, but Robin felt the hair on his arms bristle from just being close to him.
"You're not very happy, are you?" the teen said quietly as the plane was about to take off. They were in civilian clothes, although that was all he had seen Slade in lately, of course.
"I'm about to enter another Alpha's territory to fight for something that's already mine, so no," the man muttered.
"But he's not an Alpha, he's not a werewolf!" Robin hissed.
"You are my- you are mine, and he's your mentor, which means the wolf recognizes him as an Alpha like it recognizes the Titans as pack," the man explained tersely.
"Well, I'm not going to let you fight," Robin said, but only got a disdainful sniff as a reply. The teen decided to leave the wolf alone for the rest of the flight.
"To Wayne Manor," Slade told the cab-driver as they got in, and it was only then, in all this confusion, that Robin realized that Slade knew Batman's secret identity.
"You… know?" Robin mouthed to him, and the man shrugged.
"For years," he said, and then buttoned up again. He seemed to the tenser the closer they got, and that was saying a lot. Robin, who would really like to take a cab of his own to get out of the way from the explosion that was sure to follow, did the opposite instead and leaned slightly against the man. Slade immediately relaxed, at least to some degree, and turned his head, sniffing the teen's hair, but still not speaking.
"Hi Alfred!" Robin cried out when the old man opened the door. He hugged the man hard, as he had not seen him in a while, and then looked over his shoulder at Slade. "Well, come in, it's cold!"
"No."
"Master Bruce will be down in a moment, Sir," Alfred informed the mercenary and then turned to Robin. "He informed me that Slade wouldn't feel comfortable entering another Alpha's home without permission, at least not under these… circumstances…"
"What? That's bullshit, right Slade?"
"No."
"So where is he?" the teen asked the butler.
"He said he was just making a call. Could we close the door, the wind is-"
"No we can't fucking close the door! This is ridiculous!" Robin barked. "BRUCE! Get your ass down here!" he called up the staircase.
The man actually appeared at the top of the stairs only a moment later, but sauntered down like he had all the time in the world.
"Hello, Richard."
"Don't 'hello' me, Bruce," Robin growled. "Just let Slade in."
The hero wanted to follow Beast Boy's advice, or rather order, and just tell Bruce, to his face and very clearly, that he… well… didn't very much mind being with Slade and to butt out. But, and this was a very big 'but': he did mind certain things about the wolf and especially the whole: 'you're mine and you can't do anything about it' attitude. Robin didn't belong to anybody! His whole being just revolted at the thought, and then, suddenly, something had made the wolf heel? He couldn't help himself; he just needed to watch for a bit longer, maybe, probably, out of spite for all those times the man had made him submit.
Let's see some of Slade's belly for once, huh? a spiteful voice inside him seemed to smirk. Robin didn't particularly like that voice, but he couldn't help but agree…
"Wilson," Bruce nodded at the man. "I don't know if you are aware of the actual rules here or if it's just your instincts, but as long as the trial lasts you are expected to behave."
"Of course," the man muttered, and Robin could almost see the wolf covering. He didn't know if that disturbed him or if he absolutely loved it. A little bit of both perhaps.
"Good. Then come in. I've decided to have my birthday dinner tonight, so you'll get your first task tomorrow."
"Wait? What task? I thought you were going to fight or something?" Robin asked, and then, as he got a certain kind of look from both men, and an raised eyebrow from Alfred, he added. "Not that I wanted you to, but… ummm… explain?"
"If a werewolf wishes to mate with a wolf from a different pack and the pack Alpha doesn't give his or her permission right away, the wolf must prove himself worthy. Only if he does and the alpha still doesn't agree does he have a right to fight. It's different if he wants to take over the other pack, of course, but that's not what's happening here."
"No," Alfred said a bit airily, "apparently no one wants to fight over me…"
Robin and Bruce both laughed at that, and even Slade grinned a little.
"Oh, Al, you're the best bargain here, it's just that Slade is too thickheaded to see it," Robin chuckled and took the man's arm.
"I agree fully, old man, you're a gem," Bruce grinned.
"Hmm… maybe I'll change my claim before the trials are up, then…" Slade smirked.
"Hey!" Robin warned him.
"Then I can promise you a fight," Bruce snorted.
"HEY!" Robin exclaimed again.
Before dinner Robin handed over Bruce's birthday present, even if it was a few days early. After all, you never knew if a werewolf would blow up in their face… best to celebrate while you could. The man seemed happy with the gift, a signed first edition of an Arthur Conan Doyle book, 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'. Rather fitting, Robin thought.
Dinner had been… well, they had all survived, and Robin had taken a shower in his old room, getting ready for bed, when he realized that Slade hadn't followed him, even though he had told the man which door it was. Shaking his head, knowing people sometimes got lost in the manor, he ventured out to find him, but ran into Alfred instead.
"Have you seen Slade?" the teen asked.
"I believe he has retired," the butler answered. "I gave him the green guestroom."
"But…? He…? Oh, forget it, thanks!" Robin said and headed in that direction. The green room had a double bed, after all.
Robin found Slade in bed, and not waiting wearing nothing but a leer, but actually on the verge of falling asleep.
"Hey… forgotten about me?" the teen asked, hearing himself sounding a bit insecure.
"You should go to bed, Robin," Slade answered.
"I am," the teen snorted and, after shrugging off his robe, slipped between the sheets.
"I mean in your room…" the man muttered, but Robin could hear that he wouldn't push the matter.
"Are you angry with me?" he asked, moving closer.
"No, why would I be?" the wolf sounded puzzled.
"Well… I…" Robin sighed, decided that the game was up. "I should have stopped it… I'll go see Bruce right now and tell him the deal is off."
"Don't you dare!" the man snarled.
"Wha- what?" the hero had almost jumped out of his pajamas… and he wasn't wearing any.
"I'm going to win you!"
"Yes, but… well… you have me!" It took a lot of willpower for the teen to admit that, so he just had to continue. "Well, until I fall for someone else and you can't beat him up, right?" he added with a little grin. "Let me just stop this madness…"
"When Bruce said no and challenged me, that was it. There's nothing you can do to stop it."
"Wait, what? I get no say? AGAIN?"
"Sorry little bird," the man half sighed, half chuckled, and turned towards him.
"I can't believe this…" the teen muttered. "You need to cheer me up," he added and snuggled close, running his hands down the man's back.
"Go to sleep."
"You understand that when I said 'cheer me up' I didn't talk about naughty jokes, but about actual naughty, right?" Robin asked
"Yes. I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't? What do you think will happen? Some supernatural were-judge will appear and sentence you to death or something? Come on, we won't tell anyone!"
"I mean I… can't. You're off limits until I'm worthy."
"What… you mean?" Robin gaped and glanced down where the shape of the covers suggested Slade's groin should be. Normally there was a tent there at the mere mention of sex, but not now. "Oh… god… I think I just died a little…" the teen mumbled.
"Yes, because this is worse for you," Slade snorted.
"You know I didn't mean it like that!" the teen sighed, and then decided to be the bigger man, at least in this, and support his wolf. "You'll deserve me in a heartbeat and then we'll have all the sex in the world and then some extra on the side…"
"Thank you. Sleep."
"Yeah…" Robin made himself comfortable, having the man spooning him and closed his eyes. After a moment though, he frowned. "Slade?"
"Yes?"
"Can you bite my neck a little?"
"What?" the man chuckled.
"Well… you do that some nights and it helps me fall asleep…" Robin explained.
"You are a very strange young man…"
"Well, you are the one who does the biting!" Robin pointed out. "I'm just the one who likes- yeah, I'm a very strange young man…"
"Good thing you're mine, then," Slade mumbled against the back of the teen's neck, before Robin felt teeth gaze his skin lightly.
"Good thing I am," Robin hummed as he felt his eyelids get heavier.
"I can't ask him to fetch the paper, Robin," Bruce said sternly.
"I didn't ask you to, just… Okay, here's the deal; I kinda like Slade, okay? Wolf and all."
Bruce actually rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Had I thought that you were being raped, I wouldn't have invited him here; I would have had the whole JL hunt him down until there wasn't enough left of him to trim a mitten with," the Dark Knight told him.
"Oh. Yeah, but-"
"But you can't really stay with him, Dick."
"No, I… what? Why?" Robin asked, feeling a sense of want immediately blossoming up in his chest.
"Because of who you are. You are a young Alpha, and Slade's wolf has a really hard time accepting that, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, but-"
"And you have a really hard time accepting his dominance, right?"
"Hell, yes, but-"
"So how could you ever stay together? It's so much better like this, because when Slade fails on the missions, his wolf will acknowledge that and move on."
Robin did not like the sound of that.
"I don't want it to!"
The Dark Knight sighed again, at the young fools of today.
"Are you sure? You say you have lived together for only two weeks, and you don't exactly seem happy."
"…Could have been plenty happy last night if it wasn't for you…" Robin muttered.
"What was that?"
"We're okay. We'll manage."
"Has he asked about turning you?"
"Yes. Next full moon."
"And you said…?"
"That's between me and Slade, I haven't made up my mind yet."
"He thinks that will fix it, he thinks your wolf will 'know its place' so to speak, and maybe it will… but I'd wager it's as Alpha as you are, and then you're back where you started."
Robin really couldn't argue with that, but then again…
"Well, maybe a lovey-dovey relationship thing where everyone is perfect and never argues isn't what I want!" he pointed out.
"So glad to hear that," Slade, who just walked in, said.
"Um… how much of that did you hear?" Robin asked.
"Oh, nothing at all, and no, he can't ask me to fetch the paper. It has to be something real or the wolf won't accept it."
"But… that was at the beginning of…"
"You are standing in the middle of the entrance hall and you weren't quiet. I heard something was going on when I was in the shower," the mercenary pointed out. "What's the assignment?"
"There are three of them," Bruce said. "We'll start with something simple. First, I need you to be Batman."
As the dropped jaws had been collected from the floor, Bruce explained that there had been persistent rumors in Gotham lately about Bruce Wayne being Batman, so he needed to make sure the Dark Knight was seen when he had an alibi.
"It's about diversion to protect the pack," he finished, and Slade just nodded curtly.
"Um… yeah… Slade has a beard?" Robin said. "You're not going to make him shave, are you?"
"No, he's going to wear a full face mask, but he's not going to be close enough for people to notice that, hopefully. Now I need it to happen on a few separate occasions, but spaced out so that it's not too conspicuous. Let's go down to the cave and plan, shall we?"
Later that evening Robin was experiencing very strange feelings as he looked at his lover wearing the bat suit.
"This is so sick and wrong…" he muttered.
"It's a bit tight," Slade claimed.
"Put on a few pounds, Slade?" the Dark Knight snorted.
"Yes, but Robin usually gets off when we're done," Slade smirked back, not having donned the mask yet.
"Don't… just don't… Especially not dressed like that…" Robin groaned. "Oh, god, your ass in that thing…"
"Now you know how I feel about your tights," the man chuckled and flexed his buttocks.
"I will have to have that suit destroyed after this," Bruce stated.
"Or we could borrow- no, forget I said anything…" his ward said, biting his tongue.
Much later that night, the mercenary's performance was reviewed.
"I do not flick my cape like that! It looked silly!" the Dark Knight sulked.
"Um, yeah, Bruce, you kinda do…" Robin grinned.
"Spot on, even if I do say so myself," Slade smirked.
"Everyone's a critic…" the original Batman muttered.
Slade kept it up for six days, and, Robin had to admit, he was very good about it, the teen nearly didn't recognize the wolf-part of the man. The whole thing was hard on the hero, though. Literally. All the time. And Slade did absolutely nothing about it.
"Did you…?" the man asked, sniffing the air, as Robin came out from the shower one evening.
"Yes, okay! I had to! I was going to explode at any moment!"
"- use my shampoo…?" Slade finished and then raised an eyebrow at the now blushing teen.
"… gonna punch that nose of yours so hard…" the hero muttered as he got under the covers, red all over now.
"Glad you like my shampoo so much," Slade chuckled.
"I swear that if this isn't over soon, I'm going to chain you down, strip you naked, force feed you Viagra and have my way with you," Robin threatened.
"If you can find any chains strong enough, I'm all for it," the man shrugged.
"I'll just ask Bruce."
"That's a conversation I'd like to hear. Are you going to ask him for the Viagra too?"
"Very funny."
"I might be willing to pay you to do that, actually," the man mused.
The next night Bruce declared the first challenge over.
"I reluctantly have to say that you passed…" the Dark Knight told the mercenary. "I thought you would have left days ago."
"You're forgetting who I'm doing it for," the one eyed man growled, making Robin feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"I'm glad you're not," Bruce answered. "I might actually hire you for a repeat performance now and again…"
"You're not rich enough to do that," the man snorted.
"Next challenge then," the businessman said with a smirk. "We've done protection, it's time for hunting… The Joker escaped from Arkham two weeks ago. I want him back there."
"Bruce, no! That's too dangerous!" Robin exclaimed.
"Isn't the Joker your job?" Slade seemed to agree.
"Protecting Robin used to be my 'job' as well… If you want to take over you need to prove you can do it," Batman replied.
"I'm not reeeeally comfortable with you thinking I need protection at all," Robin snorted, but no one was paying attention to him. Bastards.
"So in what condition would you like the clown's head to be delivered?" Slade asked.
"Attached to his body. His alive body, Slade, I can't state that enough."
"Damn heroes, always making things harder than it has to be," the wolf snorted.
Slade couldn't very well go out in the bat suit, but it turned out that he had brought his own uniform.
"Won't people wonder why Deathstroke goes after the Joker?" Robin asked worriedly.
"That would imply questioning me. Most know better than that," the man smirked and was about to put his mask on when Robin stopped him with a hand to his chest.
"Just… be careful?" the teen looked up at the man pleadingly. All he wanted in this world right now was for the man to be safe. That and a kiss. He would really not mind a kiss, and, surprisingly, the man managed to over ride the 'hands off' policy and give him one… which lasted until Bruce cleared his throat and the mercenary felt forced to back away.
For three days they didn't as much as hear from the man and Robin was on the verge of demanding Bruce's blood when he finally returned.
"The laughing idiot is back at Arkham and not even giggling," the man said as he removed his mask. To an outsider Slade might have seemed perfectly fine, but Robin could see the way his eye was just a little bit more narrowed than usual and the corners of his mouth a bit deeper, like he had tensed his jaw a lot.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"That gas wasn't as funny as it would seem by the look of its victims…" the man muttered.
"He… he gassed you?"
"Yes. According to plan. He was surrounded by his damn goons… I pretended to fuck up, he gassed me, and sent the minions out to fine-comb the area for more cops."
"Cops?"
"Switched uniforms. It worked."
"But the gas is deadly!" Robin said, "You could have-"
"I did. Was clinically dead for two minutes, by my estimation," the man shrugged. "So, what's the next task?" he asked, turning to Batman.
"Bruce don't you fucking dare! He died!" Robin growled.
"Sorry, Dick, but the third task is the toughest and probably the longest yet…" the Dark Knight said.
"I'm ready," Slade half muttered, half growled.
"I'm not sure you are," the Dark Knight smirked as he came to stand right in front of the werewolf, almost nose to nose. "This might even scare you… Take care of him. For as long as he wants you around."
"Wh-what?" Robin gasped.
Bruce was still staring the mercenary in the eye. "I mean it. You are to protect him, as much as he may need it, and that includes not endangering him by committing any crimes, Slade. Also you are, once in a fucking while, to back off. He's not a sub as your wolf knows them, and you have to learn that. Or you will lose him. Is that clear? Do you accept the last challenge?"
"I do." The answer was immediate; no hesitation, no requests for negotiation.
"Bruce…?" Robin asked, almost like he was afraid he was dreaming. "Are you… really okay with…?"
"Well, what can I do?" the Dark Knight asked him and threw his hands out as he stepped away from the wolf. "You are so damn stubborn about wanting him, even though it's perfectly clear to any sane man that it will never work… so I just had to make sure I did what I could, at least."
"Love you!" Robin exclaimed and hugged a rather embarrassed Bruce hard. Slade, however, growled.
"Don't make your wolf jealous, you're his now…" the Dark Knight sighed.
"Damn right he is," Slade muttered, pulling Robin to his side.
"Yeah, yeah…" the teen sighed but then grinned widely.
Slade, who apparently couldn't wait to get out of there, wanted to leave right after dinner, so they did. Or, rather, they were about to. Just as Alfred was calling a cab, Bruce rushed in.
"You can't use the airport!"
"What? What happened?"
"Slade happened. Gordon just called. The officer you… borrowed the suit from has woken up and he was able to point you out… they are looking for you. Also, the Joker's men are out for blood and have more or less leeched onto the police for this one. They will check everyone who enters any airport in the state carefully for a few days."
"But we have to get back; the full moon is in…" Robin tried to count on his fingers, "Shit. Two days! What if we use a private jet?"
"They are going to check everybody, and by now they will have a face-shot of Slade without his mask as well."
"How about your… personal jet, then?" Slade asked.
"I can't leave Gotham as it is and auto pilot back across the continent? Only in emergencies. The safest way to leave Gotham right now is by car… and you can have any one of those of course. Well. Not any of the rare ones…" the man added thoughtfully.
"Fine."
"But we can't drive to Jump in two days!" Robin objected.
"I can drive around the clock," Slade shrugged. "We'll make it. And if not, it's not a big deal. We'll just find someplace a bit… rural. But I don't understand why you don't believe me when I say that I don't eat boy scouts. I've met the Titans as a wolf; you know I'm perfectly in control. Mostly."
"Yeah… mostly…" Robin muttered and looked away.
"Piece of crap!" Slade muttered as he was more or less buried in the car engine which had decided to stop in the middle of nowhere.
"Well, you wanted the Italian one. I said 'let's take the German one' but you were all like-"
"'The Italian is orange', yes I remember. You reminded me of that the first two times it broke down," Slade muttered.
Now, Robin knew his way around an engine, but so did Slade, and for once the teen had actually made a conscious and very wise decision to let the werewolf be the 'man'. But a bit of teasing helped him pass the time. So Robin had decided to recline on the roof of the Lamborghini Murciélago and watch the sunset.
"Did you know Murciélago means 'bat' in Spanish?" the teen asked the still muttering mercenary.
"No. But now I know what's wrong with it," the man snorted.
"I don't think renaming it will work," Robin said dryly.
"No. I've already named her Sasha," Slade answered from beneath the hood, and not even Robin could tell if he was serious.
"Well, Sasha's a bitch," Robin decided. We've lost too much time, and tonight's the first night before the full moon, so… you're going to change, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well…" Robin looked around. They had been stranded far from any houses and they hadn't even seen another car on this road… which was a small one, as Slade… well, Robin wasn't going to bring that up as well… they weren't lost after all, just screwed. They could always call for help… when Slade had swallowed his pride, which might take a week. "No boy scouts out here."
"Just you and me," the man said, looking up from behind the hood and leering at him.
"Ha-ha, keep working," the teen snorted.
"At least we're out of Gotham," Slade shrugged.
"Oh, don't be so hard on Bruce… he's the reason I found out about your little monthly visitor, after all," Robin snickered.
"I'm not on my period, Robin. And how so?"
"I'm just not going to comment on that, because it's too easy, but about Bruce… I talked to him that evening, and he had driven me half insane, which why I was going for a run in the first place and then… well… you know…"
"Yes, I know. Which reminds me that I have been free to fuck you for almost two days and have spent them driving… waste of time."
"To be perfectly honest you only spent some time driving and the rest fiddling with Sasha's knobs..."
"Jealous?"
"God yes."
"Well, I think I've fixed it. Try starting her up."
Robin jumped down from the roof and, after a short hesitation, Sasha snarled into life.
"Great work!" Robin shouted.
"Thank you."
"I was talking to Sasha… I guess she just got tired with you pawing at her…" Robin grinned. "So… do we go?"
"Too late… better not drive any closer to people now," Slade said, his whole body somehow seeming more alert.
"Okay…" Robin agreed, and turned off the car, hoping it would start again in the morning. He had to admit that he was feeling a bit nervous. He had only been close to Slade one time as the man changed and the mercenary could say what he wanted, but he hadn't seemed quite 'all there' at first.
"Have you decided?"
"Um, what?" Robin looked up.
"About me turning you."
"Yes, I have and… it's no, Slade. For now, at least. I need to be available as a hero… but I can't help but feel ungrateful for-"
"Don't. It is soon. And Bruce was correct, in a way; I thought it would 'fix' things, but he might be right… it might not. Maybe- UUghn…"
"It's starting?"
"Yes. Just… close the doors. I'll… move away," Slade told him as he quickly undressed.
"Just focus on that I'm not a boy scout!" Robin urged his lover as he slammed the doors shut. And locked them.
The transformation was rather gruesome this close and the teen had to look away for a while. Then there was a scratch on the window. Robin jumped as the large white muzzle was so close to his head, with just a glass pane between him and the beast. Slade circled the car and then lifted his leg against it.
"Yeah, that will make Sasha less cranky…" Robin muttered.
First there was growling but the wolf more and more made other noises like whines. The animal butted its head against the car as it continued to circle it, making the vehicle shake. Suddenly it lifted its head to the sky and howled, a sound that made the bones in the teen's body almost vibrate. Something else was happening as well.
"Slade, you bastard, why didn't you take some time off from the car to fuck me?" Robin muttered as he squirmed in his seat. He didn't know if it was the sounds of the wolf or additional pheromones in the air, but his hormones were running wild. He rubbed the bulge at the front of his jeans and moaned.
"I'm going to hate myself in the morning…" he muttered, as he undid the top button of his pants and shoved a hand down, caressing and squeezing himself. He looked out the car window to see what the wolf was doing and… it was gone.
"S-Slade? Nooo, don't tell me there really are boy scouts camping out here somewhere?" Robin groaned. Slade might have simply gone for a run or something, but Robin didn't feel comfortable leaving a werewolf on the loose out there.
He got out of the car, holding his jeans up with one hand, and stared out over the dark landscape , trying to catch a glimpse of white fur.
Something was breathing against his neck.
"That's just not fair, Slade!" Robin groaned, and spun around. The wolf seemed to smirk at him from where it was standing on the car roof. "Okay. Funny. So I'll just get back in the car and-"
His words were cut off with a growl.
"No?" Robin looked deep into the wolf's eye and resigned. "If we are going to do this, I want that tongue of yours so far up my ass that you can taste my breath mint," Robin bartered.
The wolf gave a small, bark-like sound which sounded like it was an agreement. Or a 'forget it, bitch'. Robin had no idea.
"Okay. But no ripping my clothes. Stay patient. Good boy," the teen said as he kicked his shoes off. The wolf got more and more excited, its tail thumping against the car, and, as Robin bent to pull his trousers off, it jumped down on the ground, like it thought it could help. 'Help' meaning poking a very cold nose between the teen's back thighs. Robin yelped and tripped, catching himself against the hood of the car. The wolf seemed to think this was great and caught the hero's underwear in its teeth, pulling them down. Robin was fighting to get his feet free from the tight jeans, and didn't really pay attention until a long, wet tongue licked him from his balls almost to the small of his back.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelped, and, finally getting one foot free, he leaned over the still sun-warm hood just as the second lick came. Slade really took his job seriously and soon had the teen moaning and crying out, his legs widely spread for the wolf to reach, hands clawing at the low body of the car. Robin sank from his hands to his elbows and then onto his chest as he wasn't able to support himself any longer, and that was when the wolf leaped.
The pointy red tip found its mark at once and plunged in, making the hero cry out as more and more of the beast's cock was forced inside. Two powerful paws placed themselves around Robin's shoulders for leverage as the wolf's hips started to piston against the teen's body, filling him up. If it hadn't been for the handbrake of the car actually working, Robin feared that they would have ended up in another state eventually. As it was, the suspension drove his body up to meet his lover's after every shove, like a big coil pushing him back onto a cock which kept growing. Robin gasped as something the size of a golf ball was pulled out of him, only to push right in again, slightly bigger.
The next time it happened it hurt and Robin pushed back as much as he could so the knot wouldn't leave his body again, because he remembered how big it had felt inside him, and he didn't want something like an lemon or an orange trying to get in. He was also quite sure that Slade was too far gone to care, or even realize, that it would hurt him. The swelling continued inside, pushing against all the right places and a second later Robin was shuddering through an incredible orgasm. The wolf was now still, lying down over Robin's body, its front legs resting on each side of him, his breath hot and wet against the teen's neck. He was coming. Robin could feel the powerful jets of cum, one after another, filling him up until his stomach was beginning to feel bloated.
"God… I'm…" the teen groaned. Slade might have understood what he meant, or simply meant it as a warning to stay still, but the powerful hips gave just one hard thrust, pushing the knot and the cum even deeper inside him and triggering another explosive orgasm.
Robin suddenly realized that they were on a car. On a road. Sure, they hadn't seen anyone, but people could potentially drive by any moment, seeing him bent over the hood of the car with an animal's cock buried deep in his ass. And there was nothing he could do, not even if he should see the headlights of another car down the road, because he was stuck. He was Slade's bitch. And he loved it. His body shuddered once again, producing only a dribble this time, but milking the werewolf for all he was worth.
Robin didn't know exactly how long they were stuck this time, but he was grateful to Slade for not trying to move. After the orgasms had began to ebb away, although occasional shivers still traveled through him, all the uncomfortable sensations began seeping back into his conscious. Slade was really heavy. The car was really hard. His ass was really sore. His stomach felt really full. Thankfully, before he had time to tense up too much, Slade had shrunk enough to pull out of him. Robin took a few steps back as the wolf hopped off and collapsed by the side of the road, on top of the man's disregarded clothes. Soon the wolf was back and laid down with him, protecting his newly bred bitch from any competition or threats. The teen could sense that but didn't care. He just wanted to close his eyes for a little bit and then make an embarrassing run to the bushes. It was more than a little while, however, and an hour later he woke up with very wet inner thighs. A tongue was busy trying to clean him up.
"That feels good…" Robin murmured and lifted his ass a little. The licks got more intense and as the teen turned his head to the side he saw that Slade was ready again, and more than ready, in fact, he had already swelled up quite a bit, the knot as big as a large egg.
"Need a hand with that thing?" the teen grinned, and intended to give the werewolf just that. He got up on his knees, but the wolf had other plans and leapt on his back again.
"No! No you're too big to- ugh!" he was speared again, but the knot hadn't gone in. The pressure was building with each thrust, though, which was getting more and more impatient, until the teen's body couldn't resist any longer. "UUUUUGGHHH! GOOOOOD…!" the teen cried out as the bulge popped inside him. "You're… so… gonna…. pay… for… that…"
The wolf didn't seem concerned with that threat however, and Robin found himself forced to submit as the beast filled him up once more.
The next morning the teen woke up filthy and shivering from cold. It was November, after all, and they weren't quite far enough south not to notice. Slade's, now human, body warmed his back but did nothing for the rest of him.
Robin groaned as he rolled away, wincing as his skin now met the raw ground. He looked around, noticing that they had been sleeping mostly on Slade's clothes and that his own pants, boxers and shoes were strewn around. He was still wearing his t-shirt, though, even though it was somewhat torn by claws in places.
Only then did Slade wake up with a low grunt of his own.
"Yeah, you slept well, didn't you?" Robin muttered. "Feeling drained?"
"Not as much as you would imagine…" the man smirked, the wolf not far away. "How many times did you come last night? Ten? Twelve?"
"All I know is that I wanted to die by the end," the teen snorted and then, somehow, managed to get to his feet, gathering his clothes.
"Yes, it was pretty great, wasn't it?" the man chuckled, getting up as well, but taking his time, like they were in a luxury hotel suite or something.
Robin couldn't help but chuckle as well.
"Yes. Yes it was."
"How about this…?" Slade began. "We take Sasha here to the closest town, rent a motel room so we can wash up, then get a few supplies and stay out here for the next two days?"
"What? Why would we want to do that?" Robin asked, wondering why Slade was suddenly turning into Bear Grylls.
"Let me rephrase that; stay out here for the next two nights," Slade clarified.
"Oh." No matter how sore he was, Robin felt his cock twitch. "Ummm… yeah. Okay!"
"Good. I was prepared to just tie you up and leave you out here to go for food, but this way is better," the man smirked. Robin was somewhat sure he was joking.
As the teen was about to get into the car he noticed something else that they should take care of.
"Slade?"
"Yes?"
"We really need to find a carwash…"
The End
A/N: I have no idea when Batman's b-day is, so… well… in this story his b-day is in November. I think you are able to cope with that if you try really, really hard… ;)
Thank you TTRaven4Ever for the name of the car, and thank you all my facebook-followers for suggestions! ABOUT the car, I'm a great Top Gear fan (original UK Top Gear, that is) and they are always going on about how German cars are very carefully engineered while Italian cars are crazy monsters, but so much fun… I don't even have a license so I just borrowed their opinion there… ;)