A/N: Happy b-day KyubbiNoKitsune89 (November 6)

This prompt included the song "Sexting" by "Blood On the Dancefloor". There are two lines from the song in this story, including the title, so I want to point out that they are not mine… Not that the characters are either, of course…

I also messed up, because this was supposed to be a cross-dressing story but I MISSED that when I read the prompt and it couldn't be rewritten, so my apologies to the b-day girl! I hope you will like this PWP anyway!

I've watched the American version of "Queer as Folk" lately, and that inspired me when working with this prompt…

Warnings: none in particular… if you REALLY want to be difficult, you could argue that like three seconds of it is dub-con, but I don't really think anyone would be THAT sensitive… it's more of a… surprise… ;)

I Wanna Feel You Deep

Robin closed his eyes and just enjoyed himself, letting the music wash over him, or rather, pulse right through him. Surrounded by hot, sweaty bodies, all moving to the same rhythm made it all go away. All the responsibility, all the worries, all the drama. It was just him here, no friends, no heroes, no expectations. It was his night off and he had used it to escape. He was alone in the masses, he was anonymous and there were hands on him. He was caressed and felt up others in return and no one knew who he was, no one cared. The ones that touched him just thought he looked hot in his cropped black top and tight, low riding jeans. Some clearly wanted him. One of them might even get him.

Robin didn't see himself as promiscuous. He knew people had that view of gays and maybe especially gay nightclubs as this one, and yes, there were people all but fucking, even giving blow jobs, in the middle of the dance floor on occasion. And yes, he had gone home with a few people here, topped some but bottomed for most of them, but the number wasn't that high… Robin did some math. Ten. Around ten. And that's since he lost his virginity about six months back. He had come here with the specific goal to do just that, having decided that it was time, and it had happened. He had never regretted any lover, even though some were better than others… and ten in six months was practically being frigid in a place like this… on the other hand, he didn't get that many nights off, not when he could come up with a good enough reason to just disappear. He would pick someone again tonight, he knew it… but not yet. For now he just wanted to dance.

The music continued, the songs shifted but the tempo was always high. No slow dances here. This place was about thrusting, not caressing, sex, not love, and that was just what the crowd wanted. Beams of light played over the dance floor and the lighting was used to separate areas as well, like the bar, the very few high tables where people could catch their breath and, maybe, try to talk a bit over the noise. There was a second floor ledge, looking out over the dance floor, where people were leaning on the railing, trying to spot friends or, perhaps, their next lover. Or their next victim. A large man stood there, high up, shrouded in darkness, and watched. Watched his bird.

Slade knew Robin came here as often as he could and dared. And he knew that he usually left with someone as well. The mercenary had no real objection, the teen was legal, after all, even though he wasn't old enough to drink. But that, on the other hand, he didn't do. It was almost laughable that the hero, who snuck away to a gay club to get laid, still wouldn't break the law and buy a drink. Drinks were bought for him on occasion, however, and Slade had watched him sip one once or twice, but, for the Titan, this clearly was not about being drunk. Actually, getting drunk would most likely ruin his experience. Slade had a feeling the teen wanted to be very aware of his surroundings while he still was getting lost in them. He wanted to remember these nights. The mercenary felt a measure of respect for the young man for that, because for others in his situation, who wanted to lose themselves for a while, alcohol or drugs was the obvious choice. For Robin, the music was enough.

Slade didn't especially care for the music or the crowd. He wasn't dressed up for clubbing, just a plain t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and he suspected that he had only been let in because of his build. It drew quite a few looks, but the man stayed in the shadows, radiating that he didn't want to be approached, and that usually worked. He was just here to watch.

No, Slade wasn't judging his former apprentice, nor was he jealous. He did feel a sense of entitlement, however, which had surprised him, because, to be honest, he had never considered himself to be gay. He would have never dreamed of doing anything sexual with the boy before Robin started coming here, but watching those men he left with, knowing they would have something from Robin that he never would… well… maybe there was a bit of jealousy involved after all.

The man's single eye left the teen for a short while, looking around. There were a lot of attractive men here, of all types, his bird didn't really stand out in that regard… so it was strange, and rather unsettling for the man, that the only time he felt attraction at all was when he looked at the hero. The rest of the men, cute twinks or buff jocks, did nothing for him, enforcing his image of himself as heterosexual. Not even the cross dressers could get his attention, they all somehow emitted the wrong vibe. But then there was Robin. Robin who made his cock twitch and swell, who made his hands burn in a wish to touch him, grab him, hold him down and own him… Slade shook his head. He didn't know what was wrong with him… but he knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

Robin had opened his eyes once more. Sweat was covering his skin like a film of tiny beads, and the urge to dance was beginning to change into the urge for something else, something more. At that moment the music changed to a song he had heard before and he smirked. 'Sexting' by 'Blood on the Dance Floor'. It felt very appropriate somehow when the lyrics announced 'I wanna fuck you hard, I wanna feel you deep'… and Robin did. He knew he was looking for a top now, and he had to be a big guy. Preferably toned, but as long as he was tall and broad shouldered, the teen didn't mind. He also wanted his to be older, but that was also just a preference. He had all but set eyes on a guy some way away, when his hips were grabbed from behind. Robin was just in the mood to allow it. If someone would have grabbed him like that if he hadn't been, that person might have walked away with a few fractures, at least if he couldn't take a hint and let go, but now? It was perfect. Someone who decided to take control was just what he had been looking for. As he was pulled back against the man it got even better; he was tall and muscular, and the way his hips grinded against his left no doubt what he wanted. Robin wanted it too. He took the man's hands and pulled them forwards, around himself, so they rested on his chest and abs instead as he pushed his ass back against the other's slow thrusts.

He moaned, leaning his head back, as one of the guy's hands wandered down to rub his groin and the other one went under his cropped top to pinch one of his nipples.

"God… I want you…" Robin groaned, although he know his voice would drown in all the other noise. Somehow the man seemed to hear him, though, by the way his fingers tightened slightly in a silent agreement.

Without even looking back, the teen hero took hold of the man's arm and began pulling him towards the back of the club. There wouldn't be much privacy there, but Robin didn't care. It was dark, after all, and he wasn't about to have a conversation with this guy: he wasn't going to go through the whole: 'your place or mine?', which always ended with 'their place' of course, or, sometimes, a motel room. He wasn't going to share a cab and do the polite 'nice place'-crap once they had arrived but before they reached the bedroom. No. Because he wanted him now. As they reached the back room, however, it was the man's turn to steer him, and he pulled him up a fight of steps. Robin knew this to be an emergency rout, leading out on a low roof, but he also knew that, even though it wasn't locked, as that would be pretty bad in an emergency, it was hooked up to an alarm, stopping people from using it unnecessarily.

His would-be lover was now just slightly ahead of him and the teen glanced up, seeing only the left side of his face in profile. The shadows spoke of an angled, masculine face, but his hair and beard was hard to place. The colored lights reached here as well, playing in the strands, and between the light and the dark it was impossible to tell if the man's hair really was as white as it appeared or if it was just very blond. Maybe bleached. The Titan didn't have time to ponder this, however, because they had reached the door at the top of the stairs, and he had to stop the man from opening it.

"Wait! There's an alarm!" he yelled over the music and pointed to the sign on the door. "Let's just stay here!"

The man didn't answer him, but pointed to the little alarm box over the door. Robin blinked in surprise as he saw that the cables were cut. Had the man known that? Maybe it was something that just a few knew, to provide them more privacy. The man pushed the door open and let Robin out on the roof first. It was empty, and, as the door closed behind them, it also became quiet. It was still as dark, though, only a few streetlights and signs lit up blackness here and there, and there was no moon visible tonight. At least it was warm, the teen noted, before he was pushed against, and almost bent over, a low cement structure. He could feel fingers popping the button on his jeans open and understood that there would be no foreplay with this guy. That was fine, however, he couldn't wait either. He reached down into his pocket, just before his jeans were shoved down, and pulled out a condom.

"Here! It got extra lube," he said. He preferred to use his own condoms because that way he knew they weren't too old and he got the type he liked. One of his dates had fucked him using a banana-flavored one and Robin thought he could smell the dreadful thing for a week afterwards.

Big hands were now kneading his bare ass and Robin closed his eyes, enjoying this moment. He heard the sound of a zipper opening and then a squirting sound, before fingers coated with something cool and slick pushed between his cheeks.

"Mm… I told you the condom was lubed…" the teen reminded the man. Extra lube never hurt though, he figured, and snickered a bit at his own pun. When he felt the tip of the man's cock against his opening, however, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel like-

"Wait! The condom!" the teen objected and was ready to slam an elbow up into the man's jaw if he didn't step back this very second. Robin had sworn to himself that never, ever, be so utterly stupid as to do something like this without protection.

Suddenly hands tightened around his wrists, however, as the man leaned over him, and, just as the teen was about to break free the man finally spoke, making him freeze.

"Don't fight it, Robin. I'm going to take you this way… like no one else has."

"S-AGnnhh!" The head of the man's cock had pushed inside him, and it had stretched the teen more than he had ever felt before. Despite the situation and the burn it felt amazing. With another thrust Slade was all the way in. Robin felt his knees buckle and new beads of sweat popped up on his skin, making him shiver in the warm night. He was just supporting himself on the concrete block and the man had now let his wrists go, confident, perhaps, that he had him where he wanted. Not confident enough to remove his new grip on his neck, though.

The Titan tried to look backwards.

"Slade? Don't-!"

"Shh… I can feel you enjoying this," the man chuckled, removing all doubt about who he was. Robin would be able to recognize that voice among a million others. Slade was fucking him- well… just buried inside him for now, with one hand around his neck and the other… the teen gasped as calloused fingers closed around his own member, stroking the hard, leaking shaft. He had to admit that nothing about it particularly said that he didn't like the situation. In fact, when the man moved slightly, his mouth joined the rest of his body, letting out a gasp and a low moan.

"See?" the man chuckled.

"… but… condoms…" Robin's brain supplied, struggling to come up with any better reason as to why his arch enemy shouldn't just fuck his silly right now.

"I'm clean, and if you're not I still can't catch it… I'm not trying to kill you with an STD, Robin," the man told him wryly, like he was being childish for worrying.

By now Robin's brain snapped into gear again, although it was still fighting its own body.

"Slade, I'll give you two options," the teen growled.

"Which are?" the man asked innocently as he leisurely grinded his hips against the hero's backside, knowing how it sent shocks of pleasure through his body.

"You either… ugh… get the hell away from me, and I might let you keep your balls…"

"Or…?"

"Or you fuck me already!"

"Option two it is," the man decided and, finally, he really began to move properly. All Robin could do was hold on. And give directions.

"Let me up a little, the angle is wrong, I want to- AH! YES! THERE! There is good! There is soooo good! Faster!"

"Your very bossy for someone getting fucked," the man muttered but followed the teen's lead.

"Why… wouldn't I… be…?" the teen panted. "After all… you're… just… the…. service provider…"

What Slade thought about that, Robin didn't know, but the man definitely got rougher. That was all good, though, the teen wasn't about to ask him to be gentle. The man was good, but he was also… different, somehow. Not fumbling or hesitant in the least, but there was still something in the way he moved that made Robin wonder if he had ever fucked a man before. If that was it, the teen really had to fuck more straight men, because it was brilliant!

The man continued to stroke his cock and, as he clipped the hero's pleasure spot with every thrust, Robin was pushed closer and closer to his climax. He tried to hold back, not wanting to be the first to come, but as the man's thrusts began to get erratic and he grunted, Robin knew Slade was as close as he was and he let himself go.

He had had other, amazing experiences, where the sex included exploring each other, going slow, tasting, kissing, slowly building towards the release, but hours of sex couldn't compare to the satisfaction washing over him now; it was the most intense culmination he had ever felt. He was still trembling from it when the man pulled out of him. Robin took a couple of deep breaths and then turned around to face his enemy. Who was gone.

"Damn…" the teen leaned, or rather half collapsed, back against the block. He never even got to see the cock he still almost could feel inside him. He would have loved to suck it, even though it belonged to Slade. Slade! The teen suddenly realized that he had only gotten a glimpse of the man's face, and had had the opportunity to get a much better look all this time… and here he was thinking about his cock…

"Damn…" he muttered to himself again. "I really need to learn to get my priorities straight..."

The End

A/N: so this prompt was about them being at a club and the song "Sexting" playing, which would lead them to, well… follow the song's instructions… ;) and there was supposed to be cross-dressing which I, as I mentioned, missed completely… still, I like this Robin, and this Slade as well, actually…

Oh, and it's my b-day tomorrow! Yay!