A/N:
Long time no see! I'm writing like crazy, but it's all for December, so… But here's a one-shot! Happy Halloween! Although this is not a Halloween story at ALL… It's a prize drabble for a bag competition we had in the Ducklings group on Facebook (if you wanna join, contact me with your facebook name, or I can't let you in).
This is for irina1492, who won that competition, congrats!
Genre: No warnings, I'd say. It's smutty, and there's no fluff, but it's not dark either. This is very much "back to the basics" for me, the kind of relationship I always pictured them having at the beginning, before the AU's and the romance… ;) So let me know if you like it or not!
Thank you to Kam_Frenshi and MonsterOfCookies who helped me beta this!
A Friend in Need
Something about Robin had changed since her father's defeat, Raven knew. It hadn't been obvious at first; they had all just been so happy to even be alive, but after a few weeks…
Raven couldn't read minds, but she was quite good at picking up on people's emotions, if she cared enough to do so. Robin seemed like he was waiting for something, and the more time that passed the more dejected her leader felt. Sometimes she felt longing just ooze off him, like the smell of old garlic chips coming from Beast Boy.
He never slipped in his duties, though; his leadership was as assured as ever, he was an attentive friend who didn't let whatever was on his mind show… meaning Raven was pretty sure she was the only one who knew.
Late at night or early in the mornings, she would catch him looking out over the city like something was calling for him out there… or maybe like he hoped something would.
It was late at night now, and she had come into the kitchen for some water when she spotted him by the windows again and decided to approach him. It had been months now, almost a year, in fact. Raven was all for letting people have time alone to deal with their emotions, but enough was enough.
"Robin?"
"Oh! Raven, it's you… you startled me," her leader said, and smiled a bit thinly, like she had been interrupting something important.
"You must have been deep in thought for that to happen," she pushed.
"Yeah I… just couldn't sleep."
That was a lie; he was tired, she could see that. He had chosen to stand here, for some reason.
"Robin… what's wrong?"
"N-nothing's wrong, Raven, nothing's wrong at all."
"Spill." She used her cut-the-crap voice, knowing that it would work on Robin, and her leader sighed.
"Nothing is 'wrong' per se, I've just been thinking a lot, lately."
"About him?"
"What? Who? Slade? Why would I think about Slade?"
"Interesting."
"What?"
"A giant red demon, my father, used this tower as a chair and almost destroyed the world, yet, when I said 'him', you thought of Slade."
"Well, he… he helped save it!"
"Perhaps. He also helped Trigon."
"But-!" Robin stopped himself from whatever he was going to say, and his shoulders sagged. "Yes. I know. That's why it's stupid."
"That you're thinking about him?"
"Yes."
"Are you… worried?"
"Worried? No… yes… no! I mean… I shouldn't be, should I? He's a villain. Sure, he ended up helping us fix the whole mess, but only for his own reasons."
"Should he be doing it for something else?" Raven inquired. She had a good idea what this was about, and it was equally clear to her that Robin himself didn't have a clue… which probably was the thing that was driving him insane.
"Of course not… what would that be? But then he just… disappeared."
"I see. And you are just worried that he might be planning something again, something worse than he already has done?" Raven asked, her face carefully blank.
Robin looked relieved.
"Yes! Yes, exactly. It's been too quiet, you know? He's out there, somewhere, and I'd rest easier at night knowing where he is and what he's doing."
Raven had to stop herself from snorting. Robin sounded like he believed himself; he probably did… but that didn't mean it was the truth.
The young man bid her goodnight and looked like he was actually going to be able to sleep now; his strange guilt temporarily quelled. Raven, however, looked out over the city, swept her dark energy around herself and flew straight through the window, into the night.
It took her five days to find him. Robin, she knew, had never even allowed himself to look, so she didn't know if that was a good time or not… not that 'Slade searching' was an Olympic event or anything…
The man himself didn't seem surprised.
"There you are," he just stated when she phased through the wall to his current lair.
"You were expecting me?" Raven kept her guard up, her magic swirling around her, ready to strike out at any sign of danger. The villain was standing calmly by a wall of monitors, however, apparently looking at them, hands on his back.
"I noticed you were searching for something. I figured it was me. Came for revenge, little lady?"
"No."
Now that seemed to surprise the man a tiny bit, because he turned his head, the single eye boring into her from behind the mask. "Is that so?" His voice was even, slightly gruff, but there was a hint, just a tiny hint, of curiosity in it. Raven wasn't sure if it was really there, or if it was her powers that told her it was, but it mattered little.
"I'm here because of Robin."
"Robin?"
Now the change was much more evident. The man's voice changed slightly too, even through only uttering those two syllables, it became… deeper. More resonant, more… alive. "What about Robin?" The coldness of the man's voice was back now, as if a gate had been slammed shut, shields raised, poker face in place. He didn't want to give away anything, but, the young woman wondered, what exactly didn't he want her to know?
"You have some… unfinished business." The empath didn't like that she had hesitated but, truth be told, she hadn't exactly planned what to say. She hadn't even counted on finding the man.
"Is that so?" The way the man said it made it sound like 'you're kidding me?', and Raven didn't blame him.
"We haven't heard from− or of− you since the… mess with my father," Raven said and made a show of looking around. "Keeping out of trouble?"
The man made a noise that actually sounded like a short chuckle. "In a way, yes. Out of the hair of little heroes, at least. Do you miss me?"
Does he miss me? Raven knew that wasn't what the man had said, and she might be projecting things here… but 'he' still fitted better.
"Hardly. You used me, Robin, all of us."
"Of course I did. Do you want an apology? I wouldn't hold my breath," the man snorted. "You and the Titans are the reasons I had to serve your father, after all."
"Terra was−"
"Terra was weak. She let herself be corrupted by you. You made her betray me, therefore… you are to blame."
"So are you plotting revenge, then?"
"No. I got my body back, while the rest of the Titans distracted Trigon. We're even."
"What does that mean? You'll leave us alone if we leave you alone?" Raven wasn't sure she believed the man, who shrugged.
"Yes."
"But if you commit any crimes, we will stop you," she clarified.
"Please try. Now… what about Robin and that 'unfinished business' of ours?" the man turned fully towards her now, and she floated away, raising her shields somewhat.
Raven still didn't know how to put it, and inwardly groaned.
"I think you need to meet. And talk. Like we are now. I think he has some… questions."
"And why would I be interested in answering them?"
"Because you just left!" She was tired of being diplomatic and delicate, especially as she had no idea how Robin would really react if he had been here now, instead of her, but she at least needed to get one of them to agree.
"Excuse me?"
"You had a relationship, and-"
"A relationship? What exactly are you insinuating, young lady?"
Raven blushed. She hadn't meant it like that, but as the word was out there… "But you did! You were a big part of his life for years, you know that! The rest of us didn't exist when it came to you two… the rest of the world didn't exist. As arch enemies, as master and apprentice, as villain and hero… and then you –albeit briefly− joined forces and then… you were gone. It left him a bit…"
"Lost?"
Raven blinked. She hadn't expected Slade of all people to utter that word, but it was the right one.
"Yes." Her earlier tirade, stemming from a sense of urgency and desperation to make the man understand, had almost seemed to drain her. She was at the end of her rope now, but would give it a little bit more effort. She knew she couldn't talk to Robin about this; her leader would balk at the very thought, maybe thinking he was betraying his friends for even entertaining the idea. Sometimes people who couldn't put themselves first just once in a while were… quite annoying.
"So sweet. Well, it's over. I can't fill the role of his enemy anymore, not at the moment at least. And not Master either, I'm sorry to say… unless he's willing-?"
"No."
"Didn't think so, no." Slade turned towards the monitors again, like the conversation was over.
"Will you at least meet him?"
The plea made the man glance at her over his shoulder.
"Bring him here. Tomorrow night. No weapons."
"I… I can't do that! The rooftop, with weapons!" Raven countered.
"No deal. You'll bring him to me where, when and how I ask, or I won't meet with him. I will not harm him, I can give you my word."
"What if he attacks you?"
"Then I'll defend myself. With moderation. Hence the no weapons. Like I said, I do not wish to tear open the scab that is our past right now. I have other things to do."
"Fine, but I'm staying."
"No. It will be me and him. I'll let him go come morning, if not sooner."
"Unharmed?"
"As I promised."
"Tomorrow, then." Raven sighed, feeling like she was about to betray her friend, when all she wanted to do was help.
"Robin?" Raven asked her leader the next night as he was sitting by his computer doing some paperwork.
"Yes?"
"I need you to come with me."
"You do? Where?"
"Into the city. It's important."
"Let's call the others, then and-"
"No. It's also… personal. Please?"
"Sure, of course… just let me grab my gear."
"You won't need it, it will only take a moment, but we need to hurry."
Robin looked worried and Raven felt guilty, but she just couldn't explain anything more, not here. She swept him up in her energy and took off, phasing through Slade's building only minutes later. When she dropped Robin gently to the floor, the young man was frowning.
"Raven, what is this place? What-"
"Welcome, Robin."
"Slade?!" The teen spun around, and the young woman noticed how he positioned himself between her and the man. Even without weapons, Robin didn't hesitate. It didn't matter that she was more powerful than him, especially at the moment; he was her leader, and responsible for her safety. It was touching, the woman thought, and made the next few moments more painful.
"I asked your friend to bring you here for a little… chat." The man had calmly walked towards them and stopped, just out of range for an attack from the young man.
"Rae?" Robin glanced at her from over his shoulder, his shocked face sending a spike of pain through the woman's chest.
"I'm sorry, Robin, I-"
"Are you still possessed? Did he do something to you? Are you being blackmailed? Are you hurt?"
"No, no, I'm not, I-"
"I think it's time you left us, Raven," Slade said firmly, and she nodded.
"No! Explain yourself! Why did you betray me?" Robin snapped at her.
"I… I didn't betray you, Robin, he has promised not to hurt you… I just… you needed to meet."
"Why?"
Raven floated back towards the wall and started to sink through it.
"You… you need to let go of the past," she told her leader, before she disappeared.
Slade smirked as he watched the bewildered young man turn back toward him, fists clenched, body hunkered down a bit, like he was ready to flee or attack. Knowing Robin, it would be the latter.
"What did you do?" the boy hissed, and Slade's smirk widened.
"Believe it or not; nothing."
"I choose 'not'."
"I thought you might. This was all the girl's idea. She seems to have this idea that I need to break up with you properly."
"Wh-what?"
Interesting, Slade thought. The choice of words, and what they insinuated, seemed to bring some color on the young man's cheeks. He wondered how far he would be able to go with those kinds of innuendoes.
"You missed me."
"No!" the hero blurted out before taking a deep breath and seemingly collecting himself. That was new. The boy was growing up. "I'm leaving."
"You can't. The building is on lockdown until I say so. Unless you suddenly gained your friend's power? If it would calm you down, I have promised to let you go before morning."
"Like I would believe you."
"Ah. I see. Then you don't know me very well, after all." Slade intentionally let indignation seep into his voice, and he was slightly insulted. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't need your friend to hand-deliver you to me."
"I wasn't talking about dead."
"As an apprentice, then?"
"Enslaved."
"So dramatic, Robin. I thought you would be glad to see me. So did she."
"Glad? Why would I be glad?!"
"Beats me." Slade acted like he was suddenly tired of his company and walked away. The area they were in now was a quite large room, with a very high ceiling. There had been an industry of some sort here, before the building was gutted and left to rot a decade or so ago. It suited Slade. He liked the industrial, rusty look, and the dark and emptiness of it helped him focus on his tasks... and he hadn't lied to Raven; he did have quite a few. And none concerned the Titans.
A long table with a metal top was bolted to the wall and functioned as both a work bench and a desk. The last year had been less action filled than Slade usually preferred, but his battle to get his body – his life− back hadn't been without consequences. After the adrenaline rush had worn off, he had needed quite a long time to recuperate and he had only recently begun training in full. Actually, judging by how well the young man behind him looked, Slade wasn't completely sure that the hero wouldn't be able to get the upper hand if they were to fight. Not that he would ever let that suspicion show, of course.
He was however, like his surroundings, rusty. His weapons at the moment were primarily his computers. Information, especially sensitive information, paid well right now and it was an acceptable livelihood during one's convalescence, the man figured. That, and the fact that if he took up his mercenary work again, he would have to leave Jump City… and something had kept him back from doing that…
He checked his computer screens and put some papers in a folder as he waited for the teen's next move. Of course he had nothing laying out in the open that would give away what he was working on, but the world news was still something he needed to follow very closely, so many of the screens showed different news channels and sites from all across the world in several different languages.
When he hadn't heard anything for a while, he looked over his shoulder. The boy was gone. Slade snorted and went back to work.
One hour later a –decidedly dustier- Robin emerged again, scowling.
"I told you the building was locked down," the villain said easily. "Care for some water? There's a tap over there."
"Let. Me. Out."
"No."
"But why? If you're not going to do anything-?"
Slade chuckled quietly to himself. He really shouldn't say it, but he couldn't help it. "My, my, Robin, you sound like you want me to do something to you." He tilted his head a bit to the side. "Pray tell, what exactly did you have in mind?"
"You… you…" Finally Slade had pushed enough buttons and the teen snapped. The man saw him coming at him, of course, and had time to contemplate how easily the otherwise fairly level headed leader of the Teen Titans lost his composure around him. He hadn't observed this kind of behavior when he had studied the boy's fighting technique against other threats, not at all. He could get angry, sometimes, but not like this. Throwing himself at a man who was almost thrice his weight, without any weapons? The boy might be trained in hand-to-hand combat, but he already knew what Slade was capable of, and he should know that it was a foolish move.
The villain decided to not let it turn into a full-fledged fight, and soon he had the young man in a headlock, the hero's back pressed against the man's chest. Robin tried to kick him, of course, but the man pinned his legs against the edge of the metal table.
"Is this it? Did you want a fight? Or did you just want me to hold you all night?" he purred into the young hero's ear. Again the boy flushed.
"Let me go!"
"Then you'll only attack me again, and if this past year hasn't already given you a hint; I'm done fighting you."
The struggling body in his arms suddenly became still.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm not your enemy anymore. At least not at the moment. Raven thinks you're waiting for me to make a move," he said and then released his hold on the hero, gently setting him down on his feet, "but I won't. If it hadn't been for your friend, it's unlikely we would have met again." That was a bit of a lie. It was true that Slade didn't have any plans regarding the Titans at the moment, but he was still… fascinated… by their leader, and hadn't quite given up the idea of ensnaring him yet.
"You… you haven't left Jump, though." Robin sounded uncertain and slightly accusing. He had spun around the moment he was released, but was still pretty much backed up against the table. That he wasn't making sure to get to a safer vantage point with some distance between them told Slade that the teen trusted that the villain wouldn't actually hurt him after all.
"No, why would I leave? I have space here, I have tech… for now it's all I need."
"For now?"
"Yes, don't worry about it, eventually I'll leave your little city… happy?"
But the hero looked anything but.
Slade suddenly realized something.
"I think your friend was right," he said, as the teen had remained quiet. "I think we are in a relationship."
"Wh-what?"
"My reaction exactly, when she told me, but our lives were pretty… intertwined, at certain points during the last few years, weren't they?"
"By no choice of mine!"
"No, of course not. Who said it was?" Slade smirked at the indignation and the crimson cheeks. He almost desperately wished he could see the boy's eyes at that moment, flashing with emotion. "Still, you have to admit it…"
Again Robin surprised the man, by looking away and nodding.
"I guess… and I guess I have been wondering about what happened to you, after…"
"After the end of the world? Yes, I suppose I had the advantage there; it's quite easy to follow you on the news."
"You did that?" The question was as quick as the snap of a whip and Slade's jaw tightened. He had said too much. The expression on the teen's face changed, until it almost seemed… teasing. He even leaned back, his hands on the table, and smirked a little. "So you missed me too, then?"
"Too?" Slade smirked back, and could see how the hero went 'Damn!' in his head.
"Well, you were… interesting," Robin eventually admitted, through gritted teeth.
"I think you liked the attention… and the challenge too."
"And what did you like?"
Slade found himself at a loss for words for a moment. What did he like? What drew him so much to this young man, since he had been barely more than a child? His skill, sure. The fact that he was only human and yet seemed to have been made to fight, a true boy wonder. There were others with similar skills and backgrounds, though, like Speedy of Titans East for one. Therefore that wasn't the only thing… there was also his stubbornness, his ability to move into the gray areas of what might be morally right, his attitude and intelligence and- Slade blinked.
"There were… quite a few things," he eventually said.
"Such as?"
The boy was starting to get sassy, probably thinking he suddenly had the upper hand here. Slade, of course, couldn't allow that kind of delusion. He decided to attack… doing something that would make the young man blush, squirm and feel insecure again. Slade quite liked that look on him.
He bent down a little until they were more face-to-face. "Oh Robin," he purred, raising his gloved hand, letting his fingertips graze the hero's clenched jaw line only for a moment, "there are things better left to the imagination, don't you think?" The plan succeeded. Up to a point. The boy did blush, but then...
"What if I want to find out?" His voice was barely more than a breath, a breath that Slade thought he could almost feel through the gaps of his mask. They were so close. So-
"You are barely more than a child." The man took a step backwards, trying to make it look causal.
"You must be an old man to see me as a child," the hero snorted, straightening up as to display his young, but hardly childlike, body.
"You have no idea."
"Maybe I know more than you think."
"Is that so? Prove it."
"Yes, Mr. Wilson," the damn brat grinned, actually grinned. "Was that enough? I've read the official files on you. As long as they are somewhat correct…"
"Very good, Richard." Finally; a gasp, some fear, and then a deep, worried frown.
"How long-?"
"I've known who Batman was for years before he picked you up from the sawdust."
"Oh… but you never said- I mean… you didn't threaten to-"
"There's a balance to everything." Slade didn't have to say more; the boy seemed to understand.
"Why do you think-" The hero stopped himself and didn't appear eager to continue, meaning that Slade, of course, wanted him to.
"Don't be shy," he taunted knowing what effect it would have.
"I'm not shy." The statement was said in a tone as if the teen thought shyness was something disgusting. "I just didn't know how to phrase it…" He leaned back against the table once more, but not cockily this time, instead he hunched a little. "Why do you think we are- were so… interested in each- no… that's not the right word…"
"Fascinated?" Slade suggested.
Robin made a face like he didn't like the sound of that word either, but then shrugged and nodded halfheartedly. "Yeah, I guess. Yes, we were arch enemies, if you want to put it that way; I knew it was all about you and me long before the apprentice-thing happened." The teen hurried over a few words, like 'you and me', as if he didn't want to say them or rather, didn't want Slade to really notice them. Naturally, that made the man pay even more attention. "It's strange though, isn't it? Many heroes have a particular nemesis, like the Joker… but I doubt Bruce lays awake at night, wondering-" Again the boy looked like he wanted to bite his tongue off. He tried to recover, though. "-wondering where he will strike next."
"Oh, I bet he does… but that wasn't what you were going to say. You are not laying awake wondering about my crimes; your thoughts are on me."
"Same thing!"
"Certainly not. Batman doesn't spend much time thinking about the Joker's background, where he learned this or that move, what the crazy clown thinks about him."
"That doesn't mean that- That doesn't mean anything."
"Maybe not," Slade turned and walked away. "Which is why we're 'breaking up'."
"But-" The man heard Robin hurrying after him, and had to suppress an urge to laugh out loud. It seemed he had gone about this all wrong from the start. What he should have done was come to Jump, challenge Robin, and then tell him he wasn't good enough, that he didn't want him. The boy would have followed him like a puppy, trying to prove his worth. Well, maybe it wouldn't have been as simple as that, but this –having the teen almost demand his attention− was certainly a novelty he could get used to.
The hero stepped in front of him.
"We're not done here!" he barked.
"Oh?" Slade tilted his head to the side. "But I think we are. Maybe I'll see you in a couple of years, Robin. Now, I'm about to let you out, so if you would follow me…" Slade continued walking, giving the young man the choice of jumping out of the way or get trampled. Instead he choose option three and grabbed the man's arm.
Slade tensed at first, expecting an attack, but the teen had just grabbed him to try to stop him from walking. Slade humored him and did stop.
"What?" he asked.
"Why in a few years?"
Slade made a decision not to push the innuendoes any further. It was… thrilling, in a way, but Robin was young. Certainly much too young for him. If he took things any further, he might not be able to stop. The man blinked and straightened up. He only now realized how he actually wanted the young hero and how much. Time to end it.
"Forget I said that, Robin. It's time for you to leave."
"No. It's not so hard to figure out. What will have changed, for certain, in a few years? Something you commented on earlier; my age. And why would you want me to be older? Not to fight me, obviously, or try to convince me to be on your side." The Titan took a deep breath, his cheeks lightly pink once more, but not even Slade could tell if it was out of embarrassment or excitement. "You want me."
"So if you came to that conclusion, little hero…" Slade asked darkly, "why aren't you trying to get away?"
"Maybe I… maybe I want the same thing."
The young man gasped as Slade grabbed his jaw and leaned over, almost like he intended to kiss him through his mask.
"Careful, Robin. You can only play with fire for so long, before you get burned."
The boy didn't answer him, instead he reached up and slid his fingers around Slade's mask, clearly looking for a way to take it off. The man was barely aware that he tilted his head just a tiny bit to guide the searching fingers right. Then there was a click and the mask came away. He saw the boy's eyes widen as he pulled it off completely and dropped it to the floor, his gaze never once leaving Slade's face. The villain was about to come to his senses and pull away when the boy took his hand in his own and lifted it to his own mask.
It was an invitation the man just couldn't refuse. He grabbed the edge of the hero's domino mask and pulled it off in a quick, smooth motion. Blue eyes blinked up at him for a moment, before they fluttered closed and Robin raised himself up on his toes, both arms winding themselves around the man's neck.
"Damn you," Slade growled, grabbed the back of the teen's head and crashed their lips together.
The boy made a little needy sound that was like music to Slade's ears, but when they parted he had the gall to chuckle teasingly. Slade tightened the grip on his hair, forcing the teen's head back a little.
"You have one chance to call this off, and then it's too late," he growled. "The code to the main door is thirty one-ninety four. You should run." Slade felt the arms around his own neck tighten in response.
"I never run."
"Then you better be ready to pay the price."
The teen pressed up against him.
"I am."
"This won't lead anywhere, you are aware of that? It will change nothing."
"I- I know."
The man snorted. The boy had no idea what he was in for, but he would show him. If he begged him to stop, he would, Slade had better self control than that, but he wouldn't let that on… because the boy would have to beg; Slade was done asking.
Now… where? He had a bedroom here, but he didn't think the teen had deserved the comfort of a bed, not when he had been so cheeky. It was too personal as well, too intimate. His work bench, where he had kept some gun lubricant which might come in handy, was a better spot. He picked the boy up, Robin's legs winding around his hips, and turned around, carrying him back towards the metal top table.
He pushed some things to the side and sat Robin down on it, catching his lips again, determined to have the boy mewl. He got what he wanted when he pulled down the hero's collar and kissed his neck.
"Don't look so damn smug," the boy growled at him after Slade pulled back, and started to undo the man's armor. The man got rid of the cape, which fell down onto the table and might offer some isolation from the cold metal, something the villain decided that Robin could be allowed.
Nimble fingers had done away with Slade's chest plate already, and soon his shoulder- and abdominal armor as well. The villain halted the hero's progress temporarily by pulling the boy's shirt and tunic off in one go. The smooth skin underneath was marred in places by a few scars and some recent bruises as well. Slade removed his gloves and touched a few of them, wondering if the boy had been in a big fight he hadn't heard about or just caused them himself, through his training. Robin was always pushing himself, and that didn't come without a few tumbles. The man lowered his eyes and discovered a scar he had caused himself. He placed his fingers on it, as it crossed one hip bone and disappeared under the hero's tights.
"Kiss and make it better?" Robin suggested.
Slade snorted, but pushed the teen's upper body down on the table and bent over, tasting his skin, tracing the scar with his tongue. He actually hadn't meant for the boy to get it; it had been during the apprenticeship. Robin had attacked him and Slade had simply thrown him, and he had landed badly, cutting himself on a piece of jagged metal sticking out of the floor. Luckily the cut hadn't been deep, but it had been wide enough to need some stitches and had obviously scarred. On the up-side, Robin hadn't attacked him after that. For a few days.
The hero's breath hitched and his back arched as he instinctively tried to make the man go lower. He even pushed on the man's head until Slade grabbed his wrists and slammed them down onto the table, and held them there as he kissed his way upward instead.
The boy was getting hotter and needier by the second now, and Slade had an urge to feel his skin against his. He stepped back just before his lips reached the boy's very pert nipples.
Robin clearly disapproved of this and tried to pull him closer again, using his legs. The man merely chuckled and pulled his top over his head.
The young man sat up then, wide-eyed, his hands starting to roam over the man's abs and chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle. When Slade thought the boy had had enough time, he kissed him again, pushing against him, chest to chest, groin to groin.
The boy's skin was so hot in the slightly chilly air and smooth apart from the scars. Even the light dusting of hair under his arms and the few leading downwards from his navel were baby soft. It was time to see more, though, so the villain grabbed a leg that was now around his hips, and pulled the teen's boot off, then repeated the same thing with the other one. Then, once more, he pushed the boy down on the table, only to step back and hitch his fingers under the green tights, which now had quite a bulge in the middle of them.
Robin looked insecure, like he was about to ask Slade to stop, but the man didn't give him time to object as he pulled the tights down and off. The teen made a sound of protest and closed his legs.
"I don't think so," Slade smirked, took a hold of the boy's knees and pushed them apart, stepping between them. "No need to be shy, Robin," he added, a tiny bit softer. He liked to see the hero in this situation; naked, vulnerable, submissive… but he knew that the moment Robin figured that out, he would start to object and destroy the illusion of submitting. Yes, Slade knew it was an illusion, or at least a temporary thing. Robin was too self assured, too headstrong, to ever be groveling at the villain's feet, but a man could dream, couldn't he? But truth be told; a truly submissive Robin would soon be boring; it wouldn't be a challenge that way.
"I already told you, I'm not shy," Robin growled.
"Good. In that case, tell me what you want me to do to you," Slade prompted.
"Kiss me!" The confident order was followed by a much less confident: "A-all over."
The man chuckled and started with Robin's lips, then his jaw, his neck –which was a sensitive area it seemed− and ended up on his chest, where he finally paid the small, hard nipples some well deserved attention.
"Ah! God!" the boy gasped and shivered, making the man chuckle quietly.
"Your beard tickles," Robin tried to defend himself, trying to pretend that he hadn't 'lost his cool' there for a moment. "Go… go lower?" he then suggested, more than ordered.
"If you want me to suck you off, then say so," Slade snorted.
"I… I want you to suck me off."
"My boy," Slade grabbed him and hoisted him up in sitting position, before lifting him off it completely and more or less dropping him on the floor in front of him. "It's better to give than to receive, as they say," he smirked down on the hero, who now was down on one knee.
"But-?"
"I never said I'd obey your orders," the man pointed out. "Now… if you want this to go any further at all…?" It was a gamble. The boy might very well tell him to fuck off and leave, but Robin's mentality was very much 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and Slade counted on that he'd want to see it through… and it seemed that he did. The man's belt soon hit the floor, and then shaking fingers found the hidden zipper. Slowly it was lowered, and the man helped to get his cock and balls out, not wanting anyone to fumble with those, especially not in this stage; he was quite hard and the tip was already weeping precum.
"Do you know what to do?" he asked, in a slightly condescending way, and it had the desired effect; Robin glared up at him and then sucked the tip into his mouth.
Slade had to remind himself that there was a reason he hadn't sucked Robin off; the boy would come almost instantly, as worked up as he already was. He needed a 'cool down' period, but that didn't mean Slade should come… and seeing his cock disappearing between those soft lips had almost done it… this was a fantasy coming true. A deeply suppressed, forbidden fantasy he had never actually thought would come true… or intended to pursue. All that just made it better, of course.
He allowed himself to hum in appreciation. The boy was a bit clumsy but applied himself. Slade gave points for effort. The angle wasn't quite optimal, however, and the man decided a change would have several benefits.
"Up," he said as he pulled back, and then lifted the boy again.
"It- it wasn't good?"
"It was very good, little hero… I just had a better idea."
The teen gasped as Slade quickly got him back on the table, but lying down on his back with his head over the edge this time.
"Why-?" Robin didn't look comfortable, with his knees bent, feet against the wall, to be able to fit.
"To better fuck your mouth," Slade smirked at him and pushed his cock against the boy's lips. The hero didn't seem to like the idea, but when the man reached over and started to caress his fading erection he seemed to grasp the benefit of the position. There was more than one, though. As Robin opened his mouth, bending his head back, Slade carefully began sliding his shaft in and out of his mouth in short strokes while caressing the teen's again fully hard cock. He then moved his hand further down, between the boy's cheeks, letting a finger prod the tight entrance he found there, just to gauge the kind of reaction he would get. The teen first tightened, his legs closing around the villain's wrist, but there was also a choked moan and after a moment the legs fell open again, spreading apart widely. A very nice invitation.
"Roll your ass up and hold your legs like this," Slade said and positioned Robin the way he wanted him, with him hiking his hands under his knees. That made it much easier for Slade to reach and the man grabbed the lubricant on the desk. After a quick glance at the label, making sure it was safe to use this way, he applied some to his fingers.
Now he was ready. He wasn't sure Robin was, but that wasn't of much concern. The boy had relaxed, enjoying the attention his member got, and so the man decided that it was now or never. He was still fucking the hero's mouth with short strokes.
"If I do something you don't like, we should have a safety signal," Slade said and then smirked. "I suggest you just whistle," he added and pushed his hips forward. This angle opened up the boy's throat, and Slade could fuck him nice and deep. The muffled mewls – probably of protest− were to be expected, and Slade ignored them. Instead he pushed a finger against the boy's entrance, until it yielded.
"MMff!"
"No safety signal? Fine, I'll continue then," the man said and pushed the digit deeper. Robin was still holding his own legs up, though, so he couldn't have minded that much… unless he had frozen in that position out of shock.
The teen's throat was nice and tight, so Slade decided to use it to its fullest potential. To distract the boy, out of pure kindness, he added a second finger as he pushed all the way down his throat. He held himself there for a moment, and then pulled out enough to let Robin take a deep breath of air before going back in. He then began fucking both the teen's holes, using his free hand to stroke Robin just enough so that he would find some pleasure in what the man did to him, though not enough to come, of course.
Three fingers and the teen's teeth scraped him. If it was on purpose or not the man didn't know, and the little bit of pain didn't bother him much either. It wasn't a bite, after all. In fact it was probably a good thing, considering how good it felt to bury himself in the boy's throat again and again. He added more lube to his fingers and soon had the hero accept the three of them rather easily. He was almost ready. Robin let go of his own legs, then, and began pushing at the man. Slade could take a hint when he wanted to, and withdrew.
"Ah… haaah… ahh…" Robin gasped for breath.
"Getting tired?" Slade teased him.
"Bit… dizzy…" the boy gasped, his voice sounding a bit croaky after what his esophagus had been through.
"Aw, let's turn you around then," the villain chuckled and helped him change position once again. "Now," he added as he spread and lifted Robin's knees once more, opening him up. "Let's have some real fun."
"Haven't you been having that the whole time?" the hero muttered as Slade lubed himself up.
"Oh, Robin… I think you have as well, judging by this," Slade said and grabbed the boy's member, sliding his hand up and down it easily with the excess lube on it.
"Just… a… bit…" the teen gasped, arching his back.
Slade positioned himself with his other hand, and waited until Robin was completely focused on his own pleasure, before he started pushing against the opening, just steadily applying a little more pressure until the hero's body suddenly let him in.
"AH! God! S-Slow… just… gnn… yeeeesss…" When it seemed that the Titan would tense up again, Slade worked his length faster, making the boy lift his hips and actually impale himself deeper. With one last push of the man's hips, he was all the way in.
Robin was writhing and gasping on the table, a thin sheen of sweat highlighting the play of his muscles. He had an almost incredulous look on his face like he couldn't quite believe what he was letting Slade do to him. The man chuckled.
"Well, don't you look pretty?"
Robin didn't seem to want to look 'pretty' and rolled his eyes.
"Are you going to start fucking me any time soon, old man?" he snapped.
"And here I was going to go easy on you," Slade sighed mockingly and then grabbed Robin's hand, placing it on his weeping cock. "There. Pleasure yourself," he said and then took hold of the boy's narrow hips, "I have some fucking to do."
There was a quick look of trepidation in the blue eyes, and the villain enjoyed it as he pulled almost all the way out, slowly. He then slammed back in, making the teen yelp. After that he set a hard, fast pace, not giving the boy any chance to breathe. Standing on the floor worked fine, but something was missing; having Robin under him. As the table might not hold them both, Slade lifted the teen up, without pulling out of him, and lowered them both to the floor. Robin objected to the cold at first, but clung to him as the man leaned over to kiss his neck, giving it a love bite that would be visible for at least a week.
There, he was letting the young man feel his weight, letting him know that he was pinned, trapped, that he was getting fucked whether he wanted to or not.
Robin didn't protest, however; his nails were digging into Slade's back, his own cock apparently forgotten. Slade's lower stomach glided against it on every stroke, though, trapping it between their bodies, forcing all kinds of lovely noises from the boy's mouth.
He sped up. He was getting closer. Part of him didn't care one bit whether or not Robin came as well, but the other one wanted the satisfaction – so to speak− of making the boy climax. It wasn't to please the teen; it was to please his own ego. He therefore made sure to move in a way that stimulated the lithe body under him maximally – from inside and out.
His young lover only seemed grateful. He was willingly giving himself to Slade, submitting completely, crying out for more, pleading for the man to give him what he craved.
With those thoughts Slade felt that he neared the crest, and he knew the boy was close too. One last attack on his neck would finish him.
"You're mine," Slade growled and bit down on the red mark already there.
"Y-yeeeesss!" the boy gasped as he came, being filled with them man's seed at the same time.
Raven, hiding high up under the rafters where it was too dark for even Slade to spot her, whimpered as she joined them, two wet fingers desperately rubbing her clit.
She had never left, not trusting Slade not to be a threat to her leader after all, and when it had started… at first she hadn't believed her eyes and had been torn between interrupting and leaving, but the longer she took to make up her mind, the wetter she got, and soon she was clenching her thighs together. She had barely been aware of landing on a metal beam and starting to touch herself, pushing the crotch of her leotard to the side. But now, the moment the pleasure died away, she felt deeply ashamed and quickly phased through the wall, letting the night air cool her hot skin down as she flew towards the Tower as fast as she could.
Something about Robin had changed, indeed, but if he had any more personal problems from now on, he would have to deal with them without her help.
The End.
A/N: so, hopefully you noticed that this was completely from Raven's and Slade's POV, not from Robin's… meaning that we have no idea what he was thinking/feeling throughout this… was he in love/lust with Slade long before this happened, or was it just a spur of a moment thing? Was he waging an inner moral battle or did he just go "yeah, I'll jump that!"? All that is up to you to interpret… ;)
So… not dark but NOT fluffy was what I promised you, did I pull it off? I think and hope I did… I feel this was a bit of an experiment, though, so opinions are important, let me know!
Oh, and that ending might have surprised you… good? Bad? It might be OOC for Raven (I don't write her much, after all, and no, I didn't do a deep soul-searching thing to try to find her "inner essence" to portray her correctly for just one drabble... ;) I don't think she WOULD have abandoned Robin, though… but the rest… well, maybe it was just what I would have done… ;) MarySue moment… *lol* Sorry…