A/N: In Sweden we celebrate "name days" (namnsdag) and today, the 7th of June, it's Robin's! So why not give the boy something nice, eh? ;)

Let's see… one shot. Regular universe… warnings? Weeeelll… depends on if you're really sensitive, but I wouldn't call this dark, no… more like… 'somewhat sordid morals'? ;)

It IS SladinX, though, so 3-some. Most of it also takes place in bed… and they are not sleeping.

Dreams of Desire

He was sitting on a king sized bed, leaning back on an abundance of pillows, naked apart from his snug dark grey underwear.

The only light in the room came from the roaring fireplace, casting its warm, orange glow over the old walls, seemingly making the oil paintings move in the flickering lights. The glow licked everything it could reach, heating it, teasing it.

Slade smirked. His single eye hadn't turned from the scene at the foot of the bed, where two teen boys stood and were, in their own way, mimicking the fire. Kissing, licking, panting, moaning, biting, grabbing. They were wild. The redhead lifted his leaf green eyes to Slade once in a while, smirking, gloating. 'we have him,' he mouthed once. 'He's ours'. Slade smirked wider and nodded. Yes. He was theirs.

It had been rather simple, once he had figured out the right formula. The man stretched and looked around, chuckling. Bruce had good taste. Too many pillows, but good taste. The man himself was occupied down in the city at the moment, being a hero. There were more than enough distractions set up to keep him away for a few hours. His butler's evening tea had been laced with a untraceable sleeping agent, which took just long enough to kick in for the old man to have time to go to bed. It wouldn't raise any suspicions.

The youngest member in the household however, home on 'vacation' from his team, had had something very different poured into the water bottle had drank so deeply from after finishing his workout. He had just arrived that evening, Bruce had told him to stay in for the night, and so he had… just as the mercenary and the thief had hoped. The young man had worked out, showered, felt tired after his long flight and went to bed. He had fallen asleep quickly and now he was having a very exciting and rather overwhelming dream.

Yes. Dream. That was what the drug was designed to do: convince the one under its spell that he or she was merely dreaming. It was all fantasy. Nothing was real. No laws applied. Nothing could harm them.

Slade chuckled as the last items of clothing fell from the boy's bodies. He enjoyed watching, his shaft swelling as he did. The anticipation had its own sweetness to it, its own required time. He would treat this as a fine meal; no rush, enjoy every new dish, explore the body which was now guided towards him with small encouraging nudges.

Slade found the ever tightening confinement of his boxer briefs bordering on uncomfortable now, but he didn't adjust himself. He wanted the boy to do the honors.

"Come on, Robin, don't be shy," Red X teased the younger teen.

"I'm not shy, it's just that… this is so weird. That is Slade, then?" The boy's voice was almost normal; it merely had a slight… slowness to it, like he was slightly drunk.

"Yes."

"And you're Red X."

"I have that pleasure, yes," the thief grinned, leaning in for another kiss. The hero blinked, a bit confused, but accepted, quickly melting against the redhead.

Robin's passion was, as Slade had always suspected, just under the surface. It was kept under a hard shell of discipline, but once you got under that, once you opened just a tiniest crack, it was there. Immediately accessible, surging, boiling, like a volcano kept dormant for much too long.

"I'm feeling warm… maybe I'm coming down with something?" Robin mumbled as he was invited to come up onto the bed. "A fever dream might explain this… maybe I caught something on the plane, but they say that it's mostly a myth that-"

"Shh… you're pushing us away," Red claimed. "Do you want us to disappear? Do you want to dream about something else?"

"No! No, this is… this is fine," Robin glanced sheepishly at Slade, who just smirked again and gave Red an approving nod. The young thief had proved invaluable in this endeavor. Not only could he easily enter Wayne manor, but he was brilliant at leading the Titan through what the hero thought was a dream. He was just playful enough to trick Robin into the illusion completely. Slade wasn't sure he would be able to act like that himself, therefore he had sat back. He had let the young lion bring the prey to him, and now… now he'd take part.

"Come here, Robin," he said, reaching out a hand to the young man.

Robin hesitated, his blue eyes widening.

"You… you sound like him…"

"Of course, it's your dream after all," Red coaxed.

"But… I didn't imagine him looking like that... or you… He has white hair, I never thought-"

"You're thinking too much, kid," the redhead chuckled. "It's your dream, but he wants you to obey him… do you want to obey him, Robin?"

"He's a vill-"

"Yes," Red interrupted. "That's not the point. I asked 'do you want to'? Because you don't have to. It's just a dream, but wouldn't it be a bit exciting just to… try it out?"

"Heh… yeah," The young man suddenly laughed and got a very interesting look in his eyes. "But if it's my dream that means I'm in charge… so he has to do what I say, right?"

Slade looked away from the hero's smirk and gave Red a warning glance. The thief seemed almost unable to hold back a roar of laughter, however.

"You're right, kid. Don't make him angry, though, or this might turn into a nightmare."

"Hmmm…" Robin hummed, the sound was one of contentment, like a purr, not hesitation. "I'm going to touch him," he then decided.

It was hesitant at first, fingers just fluttering over a thigh, before the hand slowly came to rest fully on the skin. The hero crawled up fully on the bed, the thief following him, caressing the younger man, kissing his shoulder in encouragement.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…" Robin half groaned half chuckled to himself, as his hands went higher. Then he hesitated, stopped and looked up at Slade.

"Talk to me."

"What would you like me to say?" The man was amused but at the same time guarded. He demanded to be the one in charge here. He would let Robin have his little fun for a while, but only to a certain point.

"Anything. Tell... tell me what you want to do with me." Turning to Red, like the mercenary wasn't even really there, the teen continued, "I like his voice."

"Who doesn't?"

Slade snorted. He was edging towards feeling self conscious, something he never ever did, and he didn't like it. "So you want me to tell you what I will do to you before I fuck you?" he growled.

"Yeah." Robin almost sounded breathless, his eyes still wide, his pupils expanding.

"Why do you think there would be anything 'before'?" the man smirked. "Do you really think I would kiss you and caress you when I could just hold you down and fuck your little brain out?"

"You can't do that now, you're in my dream," Robin smirked back, almost as evilly. "I always imagined you having a big cock, should we find out if that's true? Don't disappoint me now, Slade."

Red X was trying to breathe through fits of laughter as the hero grabbed the man's underwear and pulled them down so violently that it made the mercenary hiss. The next breath, followed by a low whistle, came from the Titan, however.

"I like my mind," he said. "I really like my mind."

"I hope I wasn't a disappointment," Slade said dryly.

"Of course not. You're perfect. I knew you would be."

"Am I perfect too, kid? I'm getting jealous!" Red objected.

"Sure you are, I imagined you too," Robin smiled and the two kissed again, just as the hero's hand closed around the mercenary's shaft.

"You should kiss him as well, kid," Red suggested.

"You first."

"I don't know if-"

"Do it," Robin ordered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I want to see it."

"I-" the thief started, looking worried.

"Come here," Slade leaned forward, grabbed the naked redhead's neck and yanked him towards himself. A moment later their lips smashed together for the first time.

Red X had never held any particular interest to Slade. Not that he didn't look good, he did, but because it would just be too easy. No challenge. Robin was their goal. They had formed these plans while working together on a few things in the past. A random lewd remark about a certain bird had led to another, and slowly they had somehow agreed to go have some fun.

"That's hot…" Robin mumbled.

"Come here," Slade smirked at him, beckoning him with his finger.

"You're not the boss of me."

"Come. Here. Now."

For a second it looked like the boy would tell Slade to fuck off, but then he made a small sound and crawled on top of the man, straddling him. The faint, almost whine-like noise had Red's pulse beating harder. It affected him on a deep instinct-driven level. It was submission. It was a psychological green light. Red licked his lips in anticipation just as Slade's met Robin's. The kiss was intense, but Robin gave as good as he got.

"I've trained him well, did you notice?" Red X snickered.

"You were an adequate instructor," Slade admitted as the parted.

"Hey!" Robin objected. "I'm more than 'adequate' and you know it. What I feel poking my ass should be proof enough."

"You're doing a bit of 'poking' yourself," Slade said and grabbed the boy's weeping cock.

"Yes well… I… ah… I didn't say you were bad…" the teen claimed. "I can't believe you have a beard," he then uttered rather randomly, making X giggle again. "It's so weird, I never imagined you had one…"

"Onto more important things…" Slade said and pulled him closer again.

"Which translates to 'please get onto my cock'," the thief translated.

"Huh, you first!" the hero snorted at him.

"No way," Red X knew his limits, and Slade would definitely stretch them. "He's all yours. Are you really going to let me steal him from you?"

"No… I think I'll keep him," Robin smiled almost fondly down at the villain. "At least here he won't hurt my friends and I can do what I want…" A wistful look passed over his face.

"You're perfectly safe here, Robin," Slade claimed. "Well… your friends are. You… you I'm going to do some rather depriving things to."

"Pfft… do your worst," the plucky hero chuckled.

"In that case we're gonna need lube," Red X snickered and reached out towards the nightstand.

"Heh, it would be so funny if Bruce really had a bottle of lube like that standing there for real," Robin almost giggled as the thief pumped quite a generous amount of the stuff into the palm of his hand.

"Well, he can't keep it, it's mine," the redhead said. "I bought it especially. It's edible. Tastes of strawberry."

"I hope you enjoy the taste, then," Robin smirked.

"What are you saying, you naughty little bird?" Red asked.

"Well… I thought that…" the young man suddenly blushed a little, looking unsure. He then drew a deep breath and laughed out loud. "What am I embarrassed about? It's a dream! It's not like you'll ever find out…" he met Red's eyes levelly. "Suck me," he ordered.

"No wonder the Titan's think you're too pushy sometimes," the thief muttered.

"Do as the hero says," Slade cut in.

"I love this dream," Robin sighed and smiled down at Slade. "And because you agreed with me, I just might let you fuck me. I mean, it can't hurt, right?"

"Can't it?" Red snorted.

"No, because it's a dream," the younger man pointed out.

"Oh, well… it's a really realistic dream, isn't it?"

"Don't scare the boy. He's tough. He can handle a little pain." Slade warned his partner in crime.

"Exactly. Now where is my blow job?" Robin wanted to know.

"I have a hand full of lube, here!" Red objected. "Just give me a second, okay?" The thief used that second to smear the stuff on Slade's cock, leaving the residue dripping down between the man's legs. "We don't care about Bruce's bedspread, do we?"

"Nope," and "Not really," Robin and Slade answered simultaneously.

"Good. Now kid… prepare to be amazed!"

"Focus more on the 'prepare' part and don't amaze him too much; I don't want him to come in your mouth," Slade muttered.

"I'll be careful."

"I wouldn't mind coming at all," Robin mumbled.

"That's not up to you," Slade told him. The young hero looked affronted and was about to say something about this being his dream again, the man was sure. "Red X and I are in charge now," he told the teen and sat up, grabbing the back of Robin's head. "And there's nothing you can do," he pulled him closer, "but like it," he added and kissed the boy within an inch of his young life once more.

Robin didn't have time to find his breath again, before it was taken from him once more. This time as he gasped when his length was surrounded by a wet heat. He leaned back to let the redhead have more space, and something hard and slippery slid between his cheeks, making him jump and then wince.

"Ow!"

"Hey, kid, not my fault I scraped you, you tried to ram that thing down my throat!"

"I just got-" Robin got quiet and blushed in a way which made Red almost desperate to find out what he was going to say.

"You just what?" the thief smirked.

"I… I…" The Titan continued in a mumble; "I got startled by… by Slade's cock."

Red gave a short howl of laughter and even the mercenary chuckled. "You're not the first one it has scared, I'm sure," the redhead snickered. "Sit up on your knees and I'll put it in cock prison for being mean to you."

Robin didn't quite know what to make of that promise, but obeyed anyway, if only so the other young man would go back to sucking him quicker. He felt the tip of the man's cock being placed at his entrance, but it just stayed there, almost locked in place. Even as Robin squirmed the cock moved with him, nearly like a bedspring. It felt good. The area behind his balls was tingling like crazy, shooting bolts of pleasure up his spine. The pressure was perfect, not too much and not too little. He liked it. He almost forgot about it completely when the oral stimulation started up again.

Red did his best, making sure to give maximal pleasure but minimal release. When Robin seemed completely lost to the world, he took a firmer hold of Slade's cock, making sure it met every one of the boy's squirming movements instead of yielding to them. Before long the inevitable happened.

"AAAH!"

Slade grunted as Robin's hands had slammed into his chest as the teen had more or less collapsed forwards, and now his nails were digging into the mercenary's torso.

Red X had once again almost gotten his throat blocked and had pulled his head away.

"Well, isn't that a pretty sight?" He smirked, looking at the two joined figures on the bed.

"It's… inside!" Robin gasped, still clawing at the man.

"Where it belongs," Slade smirked smugly and shifted a little.

"Don't move!" Robin yelled and sat up, not realizing that that would only lead to him impaling himself almost completely. His eyes went very wide. "Oh, fuck…" he gasped.

"I'm trying, you told me not to move," Slade teased. He didn't plan to, however, not until the boy had gotten a bit more used to the situation. It wasn't just for the teen's sake, though: if Robin tensed up even more, Slade might need a transplant.

Red knew that some more distraction might come in handy, but he didn't dare suck the teen anymore, because even with the assumed pain Robin hadn't gone the least bit limp, rather the opposite. Instead he sat up and kissed him, rubbing and pinching his nipples. Then Red placed the hero's hand on the thief's own cock, because he was really, really horny and also deserved to get off, goddammit!

The plan worked and soon Robin was slowly riding the man while moaning in to the thief's mouth. Red pulled away slightly.

"Hey, if I stood up, would you suck me?" he asked.

"… mmm… yeah… kay…" the hero answered, those blue eyes hooded, his wits clearly not all there.

Red stood up, silently thanking Bruce for having a four poster, so he had something to hold on to, and soon he was receiving a clumsy but enthusiastic blow job from a still bouncing little hero.

He was almost to his peak when Slade decided to fuck things up.

"Let's change positions, I think Robin deserves a real ride," he said. Robin must have agreed, somehow, because they ended up with the Titan on his knees between them. Even better, the thief had to admit.

Slade leered as he buried himself in that bubble butt of an ass once more. He wasn't small, but Robin took it like a trooper. Well, the drug helped, of course, making him more relaxed by taking away the nervousness that the boy would have felt if he had thought that this was real. If he would ever consider consenting to having sex with them for real, that was. Slade rather resented that he wouldn't, but he couldn't blame him. This opportunity had been too good to pass up, however, and Slade knew that he would enjoy seeing the young man run around back in Jump in a few weeks, oblivious to that fact that he wasn't quite as 'pure' anymore. The thought made him grab the teen's hips harder and bury himself as deeply inside as he could go, staking his claim. They had a plan to make sure Robin wouldn't feel anything amiss tomorrow morning, but Slade wanted to fuck him so hard that, on some level, the boy would just know who he belonged to.

Robin didn't seem to object at all, at least he didn't make any gestures which could be interpreted as such. His mouth was filled by Red, though, so talking was out of the question. The thief's and the mercenary's eyes met. They smirked.

"No regrets?" Slade asked.

"Hell no. Besides, he loves it! I wouldn't have pushed him if he didn't, would you?"

"No. But you are aware that it's still rape, right?" the man pointed out.

"Slade, Slade, Slade… hate to break it to you, but you're a bad man. A villain. You don't get to feel guilty."

"I don't."

"Good. Thought we had a pussy in the room."

"Watch it, punk."

Red snickered and caressed Robin's hair. "You're so damn good, kid! You just must have practiced, somehow…" he closed his eyes and moaned. "So close… if you don't want it in your mouth, you should pull away," he warned the younger teen. Robin did the opposite, however, which sent Red over the edge quicker than he thought possible.

"Didn't taste like I thought it would…" Robin panted as his mouth was free to speak once more.

"What did you expect?" Red asked.

"Well, it's a dream, so… I don't know… vanilla?"

"I'm so sorry my cock doesn't shoot soft served ice-cream," the thief snickered. "Now, let's see if yours does," he added and crawled under the hero, repaying him as well as he could in that angle. His work was very soon rewarded, and a moment later Slade gave an appreciative grunt as well, adding to the amount of bodily fluids being exchanged.

A few minutes later and they had barely moved, from forming a big, sated pile in the middle of the bed. When Slade's cell beeped in his belt on the floor, however, he reluctantly got up.

"Time to get you back to your room and tuck you in," he told the hero.

"Nooo…? Please? Can't we do it again?" Robin objected. "Just give me a minute-"

Slade knew that they didn't have enough time, though, the tracker he had put on the Batmobile had warned him that the Dark Knight was on his way home. They had half an hour, tops. The mercenary picked the tired but enthusiastic young hero up in his arms and carried him to his room. It was quicker than arguing with him. There he cleaned him up and applied a cream which would make sure that Robin wouldn't be sore enough to suspect anything in the morning. Red X, in the meanwhile, had collected their belongings and gotten dressed.

"Drink this," Slade told the hero and held out a small bottle for him.

"What it is?"

"Just something to make sure you'll dream about us a lot from now on," the man smirked. In fact it was a mild sedative so the boy would fall back to sleep, but Robin didn't need to know that.

"I'd love to," the dark-haired young man smiled and downed it. "… you have to go? I don't want you to go…" he said sleepily a moment later, reaching out to the both of them.

"Damn, kid, I'd love to cuddle you all night, but rain check, okay?" Red said.

"… miss you…"

"Fuck, he's just too cute, can't we just take him with us?" Red groaned as the hero fell asleep.

"He won't be that cute when he realizes what's going on," Slade chuckled, but also seemed unable to take his eye off the young man. It wasn't until his phone beeped again –the final warning– that they actually left.

"I left the bedspread on," Red told him.

"Good. If Bruce discovers stains and tests them, he's going to get quite surprised."

"But won't that prove to Robin that his dream was real?" Red asked.

"I very highly doubt that Bruce will ask Robin about the two men he had sex with on his bed the other night, even if he could genetically link some of it to the boy. I doubt he even had 'the talk' with him. However, he'd be very, very uncomfortable, and I wish I would be able to be around to see it."

"You're evil," Red chuckled.

"I know."

Robin was in hot pursuit of Red X and Slade. He was stunned, really, that it was the two of them. Together. He would never have imagined− well... not before that dream he had had in Gotham a few weeks ago, at least. After that he had spent quite a lot of time imagining them. Usually with something up his ass. He found it really hard to come without something up his ass after that night. The power of dreams, huh?

Still, this wasn't the funny, sexy dream villains; these were the dangerous, coldhearted and definitely-not-gay real ones. And they were going down. Well, at least it had looked good for a while. Robin had had his team ready, spread out in front of the criminal's path, creating a nice little trap… and then they had suddenly taken another route and went down a sewer, only to come up through the cellar of an abandoned building and down again into another. Robin had to stay completely focused to keep up; there was simply no time to call the others. Hopefully they would check their trackers and follow.

He was beginning to tire, though. Slade hadn't slowed down at all, and Red sometimes teleported over the more difficult areas. He was losing them. He couldn't lose them! As he dropped down into yet another damn cellar a chunk of concrete came loose in his hand, and, in a fit of frustration, he threw it at the back of Slade's head.

No one was more surprised than Robin when it hit. Not that his aim wasn't perfect normally, but the concrete had been heavy, the target had been moving and he was winded. The man stumbled, and the teen thought he heard a low curse. That wasn't the end of it, however. The mask had cracked, ever so slightly at the bottom, and through the gap Robin could see…

"No way!" He got a sudden burst of energy and flew forward, finally catching up to the others. As he got there, however, he just stared. Slade had stopped, if only to make sure the mask would stay on, and Red had paused as well, curious about what the expression on Robin's face might mean. "Your hair," Robin continued, still just staring at the mercenary, not even holding a weapon. "It… it can't be…" Then he threw himself forward again, leaping at the man, who –unprepared− let his mask go to catch the young man by the waist. Robin pulled at the mask and the thing came off. The truth was, literally, staring him in the face.

"It wasn't a dream." Robin came to the conclusion at once, completely ignoring that it might all have been a coincidence, because it was just too much of one.

They just stared at each other, Slade still holding the hero up and Robin not struggling in any way, his hands just resting on the man's shoulders.

Eventually the tension got too much for the redhead.

"Kiss or fight already, I want to know whether to run or join in!"

"How and why did you do it?" Robin asked. He sounded calm, maybe a little hurt.

"A drug and because we wanted to." Slade was blunt, but the hero appreciated it.

"I never knew you wanted to do that," he said.

"Seriously?" Red X cut in. "I have been flirting with you since we first met! Am I in the friend zone or something?" the thief had come up right next to them now, figuring it would be somewhat safe.

"You flirt with everyone, and of course you aren't in the friend zone, you're not my friend!" Robin snorted.

"Well, Slade has been rather subtly suggesting to you that he should get to fuck you too."

"Way too subtly in that case. And so what, that doesn't matter! You had no right!"

"Of course we didn't," Slade agreed with a shrug.

Robin glared at the man silently for a while and then seemed to slump a little. "I don't even know what to do," he admitted. He should be furious, he guessed, but the night had been so incredibly awesome, and he had been living on those memories ever since he left- "Holy shit, Bruce!" he blurted out.

"That's not how it goes-" Red began but got interrupted.

"Shut up! You didn't clean up the- There was still- Fucking hell, this is why he acted so damn weird the last couple of days! He asked me about my love life and- Holy fucking shit!"

"Someone has really brought forth his inner potty-mouth," Red snickered. Slade smirked in a gloating sort of way.

Robin just groaned and seemed to want to disappear from the face of the earth by hiding against Slade's chest. The man let him try.

"What should I even do now?" Robin asked tiredly. "Arrest you, I guess, but honestly I just… this is just too weird."

"Are you asking me or Red X?" Slade wanted to know.

"Red." Robin turned to the younger man. "I know you're not going to try to convert me or kill me in my sleep, so… what should I do?"

"Well," the thief said, tapping his chin. "After giving it some deep thought, I think you should leave your belt here, come with us to some cozy place, and then we can fuck our brains out for a few hours."

"That will sort things out, will it?" Robin said sarcastically.

"Yup. Pretty sure it will."

"When Red's right, he's right," Slade shrugged. "Besides, he has already stolen your belt, and I have a pretty firm grip on you. If you want to, you can pretend that you don't have a choice."

"Such a nice and generous offer." The sarcasm was still alive and kicking in the hero's voice while he mentally kicked himself for not noticing that his belt was gone.

"Just because I'm bad, doesn't mean I can't be nice," the mercenary claimed with a smirk.

"Set me down, Slade," Robin said tiredly, a small laugh escaping as he spoke. His feet touched the ground the moment after. "Thank you. Now, I can't deal with this right now. I'm going home." Robin let them know, reaching his hand out towards Red, gesturing for the other teen to give back what he had so sneakily slipped off. Red did so and Robin gave him a short nod. "Now, if you two stay out of trouble so I can have a few days to think this through…" he didn't say anymore, but there was a definite scent of promise in the air. The hero then turned on his heel and walked away.

"Wait!" Red called out after him. "How much out of trouble?"

"Completely!" the Titan called back.

"Damn! And if we can't?"

"Then you'll only get to see this," Robin said and grabbed his own ass, "in your real dreams from now on."

"I'll be good!" Red shouted as the hero turned the corner and went out of sight.

"You will?" Slade asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll try. I'll really, really try," the thief sighed.

Three days later Robin stood on a rooftop in the city, in full view. Sure it was rather late at night, but he had a feeling that he would be spotted, and yes, it didn't take long before two shadows could be seen coming towards him from two different directions. He smirked. He had thought about what had happened in so many different ways. It had even included diagrams. In the end, however, he had come to the conclusion that he wasn't as angry as he probably should have been, and that he was almost completely sure that the others wouldn't try anything like that again. After all, Slade had been right down in the cellar: he could have just have carried him off. He would have gotten a hell of a lot of bruises by doing so, but Robin knew that he would never have gotten away.

So, he had reasoned, he had two men here, who were both very interested in him –at least sexually− and they also happened to be two of Jump's biggest criminals… but judging by how quiet it had been for the last couple of days, that might not be a bad thing. As the men came to a halt in front of him, Robin's smirk grew. He leaned back against a low wall and enjoyed the situation a bit before he started talking.

"So, Red X, it seems Mumbo has a new wand, and Slade, the H.I.V.E is planning something big. I'd love to spend tomorrow night with both of you, all night, by the way… but, you know… seems I have to work…" He paused, letting it all sink in. "Unless there was something someone could do to make sure I was free…?"

The End

A/N:

Yes, yes, I know this is morally questionably as hell! *lol* And I don't claim it's in character either, I just couldn't help any of it, when the plot bunny bit me I had to write it. Simple as that.