A/N: Happy b-day SaturnMax (December 16)!

Today we have TWO b-day girls, so there will be two drabbles! (just so you don't miss that).

This is a drabble from the Terms universe, just a bit of Christmas spirit and… umm… the joys of giving (hm, that's a good title, I'll steal that from myself. Joink!)… and… and a new, permanent OC character! No! Wait! Don't go! It's not a really big one! ;)

Edit: turned out I already had a story called "the Joy of giving"... *lol* Okay, have to call it something else...

Your XXX-mas Gift

Robin hung up and shuffled towards Slade, who sat at a computer, working. He then proceeded to pull out the man's chair, which had wheels on it, making that possible, and then curl up in his lap.

"What's this?" Slade asked, no longer able to reach the keyboard.

"That phone call… I'm… I'm going to die…"

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Ah. Well, I'm sure you'll bounce right back."

"You are a cruel man."

"Yes?"

"Well, you're not supposed to be cruel to me."

"Ah, I must have missed the fine print."

"Save me?" Robin groaned, looking up at the man with the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

"Of course. All I have to do is kill them."

"Might be worth it," Robin nodded.

"Really?" Slade asked enthusiastically and almost stood from the chair, Robin and all.

"No… I suppose I might regret it after New Year's…" the teen sighed.

"Damn. So, tomorrow, then?"

"Yes. Tomorrow…" Robin drew a deep sigh. "Christmas shopping with the kids…"

"I will mourn you."

"Take me to bed?"

"It's eleven thirty in the morning-" Slade began, but then seemed to reconsider. "What am I saying? Of course I will."

Half an hour later Robin had stopped riding Slade one way and was now doing it another.

"Tell me!" he ordered. "There must be something! Tell me! Come on! Think!"

"I have everything a sane man could dream off," the mercenary sighed.

"Okay… so what would an insane man want then?" his young husband grinned.

"I don't know… a grand piano made entirely out of gold, rebuilt into an aquarium and filled with one thousand goldfish?" Slade suggested.

"That's too many fish."

"You said insane, right?"

"Does the insane man have to be cruel to animals as well?"

Slade glared at his better half.

"You are acting dangerously like the kids."

"Sorry," the teen hung his head. "But, please, I want to get you something nice for Christmas… is there really nothing you want?"

"Besides you?"

"Yes, because you have me already… unless I would make a clone of myself… but then I'd just get jealous."

"Yes, no more genetic experiments, please," Slade snorted. "Fine…Michael Cranston dead. He's been bad for business lately."

"Sure… but how do I wrap that?" Robin grinned.

"A gift certificate will do."

"Aw… Tell you what, we'll go after him tomorrow night. I know I'll need to vent my frustration on something after spending a whole day with Red and Speedy."

"I want him dead, not massacred," Slade smirked.

"Same difference…" the teen snickered, feeling somewhat evil. "But I'm going to find you a real gift and you are going to love it."

"Of course I am. Now… what do you want for Christmas?"

"Um… I don't know… anything…" Robin shrugged, making Slade groan. A loud yowl and scratching at the door told them Bunny had discovered that he had been shut out from something, which was a terrible crime, of course, and demanded to be let in.

"And here I thought his toys would distract him for another round…" Robin grinned. "Back to work, then…"

The next morning a hesitant Robin picked the redheads up from their apartment, using an older, somewhat dirty and beat up car.

"Oh, we're travelling in style I see…" Speedy commented dryly as he jumped into the front seat, having called it so loudly the whole street must have heard.

"It's called 'incognito'," Robin replied in the same tone.

"I don't care what you call your car, it's still ugly," Red X grinned as he took the seat behind Speedy. "Can't Slade afford to give you a nicer one? Wait, are you guys in money trouble? He didn't kick you out, did he?"

"Do you think I'd be going shopping for him if he did?" Robin asked.

"Yes… well… no… you'd probably be flogging him, but still…" the thief shrugged.

"As long as we're not coming from a broken home, I'm good," Speedy said.

"Good to know. So… where are we going? The Mega-Mall?"

"Umm… no… We were thinking The Multi Mall on the South side?"

"But that's an hour away!"

"Yeah," Speedy said and scratched his head, "But we're not banned there…"

"You're banned from Mega-Mall?"

"Um… yeah…"

"The whole mall?"

"Yup."

"Dare I ask why?"

"Ummm… dressing room sex?" Red X admitted.

"In every store? And you didn't get away with it?"

"Nah," Speedy shrugged, "You see… not every store has a dressing room."

"Like the food court," Red added.

"Oh, god…" Robin groaned.

"That's what he said!" both the redheads grinned.

"So," Speedy added. "Speaking about shopping, what do you want for Christmas?"

"How about…" Robin began. "…a very late abortion? Like twenty-something years late?"

Getting to the mall and finding a parking spot took nearly an hour and a half.

"So, who are you buying for?" Red asked Robin.

"Just Slade and Bunny… I'm going to look for ideas for Sarah and Wintergreen too, but Slade and I will get something together… and I can't shop for you guys when you're here… but feel free to point stuff out that you might like."

"Boy, is my finger going to get tired…" Red leered.

"Not to bust your bubble, or anything, mum, but this is a regular mall.. I mean, you can't buy tropical islands and armed jets or whatever you guys usually get each other here…"

"Well, he's getting a more normal gift this year… but yeah, I might get him an island as an back up gift… it wouldn't hurt to have two, after all…" Robin grinned.

"Ah, I miss the Island… can we go again soon?" Red asked, and Robin immediately knew what the boys were getting for Christmas: the island all to themselves for a few weeks… which was, really, a gift to him and Slade as well. Maybe the shopping was over?

"We'll see, we have a lot of work to do," he answered dismissingly. "Alright… where to first?"

They more or less visited every store there was. Robin used the redheads to try out cat toys, just to try to judge what would catch Bunny's attention. He ended up buying quite a lot, from a new, cozy bed, to a pillow you warmed in the micro wave, to little toy mice and then one toy you mounted on the wall which waved a feather-clad thing around automatically.

"If this works Slade and I can actually get to a second round," Robin grinned.

"Is he blaming the cat? That's low!" Red laughed.

"Maybe it's Robin blaming the cat? Maybe he's getting bored in the bedroom?" Speedy suggested.

"In that case, just pop over to us, we'll show you some new tricks," Red volunteered.

"And make sure you practice them first," Speedy added.

"You guys just keep on giving, don't you?" the teen snorted.

"Yup. That's us. And ooohhh... we need to go to 'Desires'."

"Is that a sex shop? It sound like a sex shop…" Robin said suspiciously.

"No. Yes. Well… Not only. It's a kink shop!" Red told him.

"Oh, well, that's better, then…" the former Titan muttered.

The store was big, divided in many different departments, each of whom made Robin either blush or back away. There were sex toys yes. And swings, and whips, and clothes, and whole beds, and enema bags, and saddles, and leather, and chains and make up and candles and edible paint… Still, he braced himself and browsed, and the redheads… well, this was really their version of Disneyland. Robin ended up in the clothes section, after all both he and Slade enjoyed role playing to a certain extent, so maybe there was something here. He finally found something that he knew he should feel ashamed of buying, but he thought Slade would at least get a kick out of it, so he decided to be generous.

The others had their arms full of god-knew-what, when Robin had finished his purchase, and were very curious about what was in his bag.

"Come on! What is it?" Red pleaded, and Robin let him and Speedy have a glance. "Oh… naughty. Classic, but naughty."

"Is it too cliché? Should I go with something else?" the teen asked worriedly.

"Slade is an old-fashioned type kind of guy, he'll love it," Speedy grinned.

"I hope so… Now I just need to find something he can actually open on Christmas morning," Robin grinned.

"How about some after shave or something?" Red suggested, and they headed over to a store that sold nice smelling things.

"Mmm… I like this one..." Robin mumbled over a sample.

"Then buy it," Speedy told him.

"Are you mad?! I don't want him to smell like this! People would jump him in the hallways! He's mine! I should get him something that smells like old socks…" Robin mused.

"Umm… yeah… I see your problem…" the archer said dryly and rolled his eyes. "Speaking about those molesters, what are you getting your other employees?"

"They will have two weeks off, any days in December and January, as long as we have a core staff during the holidays… the HR department works the schedules out… and then there's the usual bonus."

"Which is?"

"Besides a core bonus based on a percentage of our takings this year, they will get between one hundred to one thousand dollars for every month they have been employed, depending on their level." Robin smiled. "We like people to stay, after all."

"Wow.. that's… generous," Speedy said, "Do you have an opening?"

"Won't that bankrupt you in a few years?" Red asked, looking like he was doing math in his head.

Robin grinned and gestured to everything around him. "We own this. We own the city. And, after all, the money they get they will mostly spend here, so it all comes back, in a way."

"Ah, the circle of life…" the thief sighed. "Which I wouldn't mind a slice off… I mean, friends should get benefits as well, right?"

"Don't use 'friends' and 'benefits' in the same sentence when talking to me, please?" the teen snorted.

"Well, you can pay in kind as well," the redhead smirked.

"Actually, we might prefer it that way," his boyfriend added.

"I think I'd prefer some food…" Robin sighed.

"May I offer you some more wine, sir?"

Slade nodded and held the glass out for the servant girl.

"I don't think I've seen you before, how long have you been working here?"

"Oh, not that long, Sir, just a few weeks."

"And are you enjoying it? We're not working you too hard?"

"No, Sir, I enjoy hard work… I'm at your service."

Slade smirked and took in the pretty little French maid uniform, from the bonnet perched on a head full of soft curls to a pair of black heels which couldn't be comfortable to work in. As the servant bent over to pick up a piece of wrapping paper from the floor, the man got a peek of pink lace panties hugging the small, round buns.

"I'm glad. Have you been instructed in all of your obligations?"

"Well, Sir, to be frank, Sarah was a bit… sketchy. She told me you might need help… relaxing, from time to time?"

"Is that so?" Slade smirked up at Robin, because of course it was him, all dressed up in his husband's Christmas present.

It was the evening of Christmas day and Slade and Robin were finally alone. The teen had gotten his husband the nice cologne after all, guessing he'd just have to watch out for sex-crazy employees. Their employee Christmas budget for next year might end up being slightly smaller, though.

Slade had blown Robin away with his gift: another kitten. It was black and very fluffy, with a white nose and chest, and he was immediately named 'Santa' by the redheads because the white patch reminded them of a beard. Slade had claimed that it was the only thing he could think of that might actually distract Bunny from them, and the man had been right, at least so far. The older cat was clearly fascinated, if not a little wary, by the small, fluffy ball and followed him closely as Santa explored the strange new world that was to be his home.

Robin was very happy, both for himself and for Bunny, the Rex was a very social breed after all, and sometimes they just worked too much to really have time for him, making the cat even more demanding when they showed up. Now, at least, Bunny would have a friend to play with. And speaking of friend to play with… he had snuck away, asked a female employee to help him with his hair and makeup and then returned to refill his husband's glass, as much in character as he could be. He had decided to play an innocent maid instead of a flirty one because he thought that would be more fun, and judging by the gleam in Slade's eye, the man agreed.

"So, what is your name, girl?" the man asked after taking a sip of wine.

"Robinne, Sir," he answered meekly, sticking to his old cross-dressing name.

"And where are you from?"

"Oh, the country, Sir. A nice little town south of here."

"How… quaint… so, tell me, Robinne. What did they teach you about helping a man relax in that little town of yours?"

"I… I'm not sure I understand?" Robin, aka Robinne, stuttered. "Do you want me to rub your shoulders?"

"Half right, girl… but not my shoulders," Slade stood up then, and grabbed Robin's wrist, pulling him closer.

"Sir!" the "maid" objected. "What… what are you-"

"Just making sure I'm getting my money's worth," Slade smirked and slipped his hand under the short, black pleated shirt and the white, frilly underskirt.

"No! Let me you! You're a married man!"

"Well… my husband doesn't understand me," Slade leered.

"Well, I do! You're a creep!" Robin gasped and tried to punch the man's chest, although in a girly and completely useless way, of course.

"Would you like to be fired? Because I promise you; you won't work in this city again."

"No… I.. My family is poor and… please?"

"Then show me how much you want to keep your job. On your knees."

When Robin bit his lower lip, painted a glossy pink color, and slowly sank to his knees, Slade got instantly hard, something his husband would tease him about if he wasn't in character. The man couldn't help it, however, he would always have a sadistic streak or two, no matter how happily married he was. And Robin, bless him, would always have an urge to, once in a while, act submissively.

"What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you don't know what to do?" Slade scoffed. Robin swallowed audibly and then shaking hands began to reach for the man's fly. "Good girl. I knew you must have learned the basics. Not much else to do in that town of your than to please your men, is there?"

"I… I've never…!" Robin objected, his eyes wide and full of the tears he could summon in an instant when he wanted to.

"Then you better be a fast learner, or I'll let the staff know that you're… how to put this… open for business?"

"What? No! No, you can't tell anyone about this!" Robin's hands had frozen while opening the man's fly and he, or she, was staring up at Slade in shock.

"How else am I going to get you trained? I'm too busy. Now, I want to see my cock in your mouth in ten seconds or you're out of here. Possibly through the window."

That got the maid busy and soon Robin was holding the man's cock, very gingerly, between his thumb and forefinger like he either didn't really want to touch it, or didn't know how.

"What are you waiting for? It's not going to suck itself. Open up," Slade told the 'girl' and grabbed the hair at the back of his head. Robin wasn't wearing a wig, only a fake hair bun on the top of his head just behind the little white bonnet. His real hair was long enough to make it look real, though, especially as it had been made curlier than it normally was. That meant that Slade had something to hold on to, and that the teen felt it as well. He opened his mouth, hesitantly, with a pained expression on his face, and the man wasn't about to waste an opportunity.

"Mmff!" the maid complained as the cock was suddenly shoved into his mouth and down his throat.

"Look at that, you're a natural. Now don't disappoint me, or the men at the IT-department will be happy to learn that as well. Maybe the women as well, why not? That's a good girl… use your tongue…" The man sat about to leisurely fuck the teen's mouth, changing speed and depth as soon as the little maid seemed to get comfortable. He then pushed the servant away, only to sit down in his recliner again, and spreading his knees.

"Get back to work," he told his employee as he picked up his glass of wine once more. Robin was forced to crawl between the man's legs, and do all of the work himself now, bobbing his head up and down on the slick shaft. Once in a while Slade would place a hand on the back of his head and push him down all the way.

When Slade saw his young husband shifting uncomfortably on the hard floor, he smirked. He knew Robin would continue this all night if he had to, without breaking character, but the man had a feeling that some of the discomfort wasn't from sore knees, but rather having a raging hard on in very tight panties.

"That's enough." he said, and Robin shot to his feet.

"Thank you, Sir, I… I gotta go," he said, licking at his lips where the barley where any remains of lipstick left. Most of it was in a pink ring around the base of Slade's cock.

"Did you think we were done?" the man leered.

"Are… Aren't we?" Robin even took one small step back, glancing at the door like he desperately wanted to run away.

"Well, you're done getting my cock wet enough for your pussy, if that's what you meant," the man smirked.

"No, you can't… I mean we… we can't! What if… what if I get pregnant?"

"Hmmm… you have a point…" Slade nodded. "Because I don't intend to use a condom."

"Please, I can… just suck you some more?" the offer made a very cute blush come to the teen's face and Slade was impressed. He had no problem acting like a complete bastard, after all, he was one, at least to most people outside this building, but Robin, who he had fucked in every way imaginable at least twice, had the skills to seem innocent… That never failed to arouse him, which the teen, of course, was very aware of.

"No. I guess I just have to fuck your ass," Slade shrugged.

"With that?!" Robin yelled and pointed to the man's cock. "Are you crazy? It won't- it will never- You'll hurt me!"

"But there's a smaller risk of knocking you up. On the other hand, we offer a very generous maternity leave compared to other companies…?"

"No… No I … I don't want that," Robin mumbled quietly.

"Let's take a look at you, then. Turn around," the man ordered. "Good. Lift your skirt. Now bend over at your waist, I's like to see how your ass looks on those panties of yours. Good. You're flexible… Now… lose the panties. NOW Robinne," Slade added when the maid hesitated. Still with his back to the man, Robin pushed his panties down little by little, secretly glad to get rid of the restraint, until they fluttered to the floor. Slade noticed that there was quite a wet stain on the front.

Robin turned around, holding his skirt down at the front with both hands, blushing like a pro.

"Good girl. Why don't you come sit in my lap?" Slade half ordered, half suggested. The servant girl made a sound between a moan and a sob as 'she' straddled the man's lap.

"Sir, please… it will never fit, it just won't!"

Slade chuckled as he spat in his hand to slick up his cock even more. "Tell you what, little girl," he said as he pulled the teen into position, the tip of his cock just prodding the tight entrance lightly. "if it won't go in, you can leave."

"I can? You… You won't force it?" Robin asked.

"Of course not. What kind of monster would I be if I did? Just take it slowly. Sit down at your own pace…"

"O-okay… I… oh, I feel it… It's… pushing… I… oh, it's… It's too big… I don't think I can…" Robin gasped.

"Very well," Slade said, grabbed the teen's hips, and forced them down. The cry which followed from the sudden intrusion as the teen sank down to the hilt, could almost had been real, but the man recognized the note of pleasure in it very well. "What are you doing, you lazy bitch; ride me!" he ordered, and, gasping and sobbing, the poor maid did her duty. "Don't cheat. All the way up and all the way down," the man ordered, and, as it always did, the role-playing shattered not long after as Robin clung to him gasping and moaning in a way a poor, raped, maid never would. It didn't take long for him to prove that he wasn't, in fact, a girl at all, at least not by the amounts of cum he spilled all over one of the man's best shirts. Slade deposited his in a much better place.

"Mmmmmm…." Robin purred when he was finally getting his breath back. "Not a bad present, was it?"

"One of the best," Slade chuckled. "And, make a note, Bunny haven't disturbed us."

"Nope… You're a genius," Robin snickered.

"I know. Now… while you are still in that thing, how about popping into the kitchen and making me a sandwich?"

Robin smiled sweetly, got off the man's lap and then spent the rest of the night on his hands and knees, playing with the kittens. And, as he was still wearing the skirt, Slade found himself properly punished for the comment, until he couldn't take it anymore and just picked his teasing husband up and carried him to the bedroom. The punishment, after all, must fit the crime.

The End

A/N: Thank you Teania for the name of the OC (Michael Cranston). My brain wasn't working so I had to ask for help on Facebook…;)

The prompt for this one was really just "something Christmas-y in the Terms universe", so I hope the cross-dressing kink didn't ruin it for the b-day girl... I kinda forgot to ask... ;)