A/N: Happy Valentine's day! Whether or not you spend it with someone or is just gonna enjoy NOT having to plan anything and then get all that nice discount chocolate tomorrow, I hope you have a nice day. Here's a VERY short story from the werewolf-universe… it's a bit strange. Slade is very OOC because of reasons.

Dangerous Paths: Obsessions

Robin gasped as he was pressed up against the door he had just intended to open.

"Need you," a voice behind him literally growled.

"I… thought you were asleep," Robin half groaned, half gasped as his tights were yanked down. "Slade, careful!"

"You were trying to leave. You can't leave!" the man and border-line wolf said, still growling threateningly before biting the teen's neck.

"I won't! I won't!" Robin tried to calm him. "I was just fetching something to eat."

"I'll provide for you. You can't leave the den," the man ordered against his neck. Robin felt the hardness which was trying to enter him and shifted, so it slid between his thighs instead. That would provide enough friction and he was sore, dammit! This had been going on for two days, but he only had himself to blame. Slade had warned him that his heat was coming up and that the man probably should spend that under lock and key. Robin had snorted and said that if he could handle a horny wolf he could handle a horny man. He had had no idea how horny, however. And possessive. And… well, the rest was just weirder.

The man emptied himself between Robin's thighs and then dragged him back to bed to lick him clean. That part Robin enjoyed immensely, until the man stopped and started sniffing him.

"Hey?" the hero said.

"Not pregnant yet," the man huffed, looking annoyed.

"Slade!" Robin snapped his fingers in front of the man's face. "Come back to me! I can't get pregnant, remember?"

The man blinked, and then looked away like he was embarrassed. "The wolf…" he muttered.

"Yes, yes, I know, but we're not staying in here until I'm pregnant, are we? Because that might take a while."

"It will be over in a few days," the man grunted. Even though it wasn't the full moon, the wolf was very, very close under the surface, overtaking common sense and running wild on an instinct to breed and protect his mate.

"Oh, good."

"I told you that it will probably help if you play along," Slade complained.

"Yeah, yeah, it just feels so… degrading," Robin admitted. The wolf growled fiercely and the teen raised his hands. "Just kidding, just kidding, I love being your…bitch."

"That's better," the man grinned and lifted the teen's legs over his shoulders.

"What, you can't possibly-" the hero looked down at the named werewolf. "Dammit," he sighed. "Fine. Breed me," he added. The man tended to calm down a bit after coming inside him, so it might be worth it.

"I will," the wolf growled. "I'll breed you full of cubs," he added as he pushed in, aided by the copious amount of natural lube his heat provided. "You're mine!" he snarled.

Robin knew hearing things like that shouldn't turn him on, but it did. Not that he would ever admit it. Instead he defended his affirmative cries with the fact that it would satisfy the wolf quicker. Even when being roughly turned on his stomach and fucked from behind he pushed back and kept his ass high in the air, moaning and whining like he was in heat himself.

Slade didn't last long when he got into this kind of mood, and as Robin felt the man's seed fill him up, the man collapsed on top of him. The teen knew better than to complain or try to get away; that would only lead to him being mounted again, out of a show of domination if nothing else. Also human Slade in heat seemed to think that he could knot with him like the wolf was able to, and tried to stay inside him for as long as he possibly could.

Robin just sighed and relaxed, trying to get comfortable under the weight. Actually it wasn't that bad, it was just that he was supposed to have breakfast an hour ago now, and his stomach kept rumbling.

It had all started, slowly, about a week ago, when the man was getting increasingly possessive, and not wanting to let Robin out of his sight. That was a bit troublesome when the hero needed to go out and do his job. After realizing that Slade kept growling at people when they were out in public and others got too close, it culminated one night when Cyborg clapped a hand on Robin's shoulder and got it ripped off. Fortunately it was the all robotic one.

Robin had had enough then and faced off with Slade until the man admitted that he might just be going into heat. The teens, all of them, found that very funny, but not for long. The man had decided to spend the rest of the time down in the basement, locked up behind thick metal doors, but Robin –like stated before− hadn't thought it was necessary… it meant that the Titans had to get on without him, though. He was sure –and Slade thought so too– that the heat would be over sooner if the man got his way however, and he preferred a sane werewolf running free to an insane one in the basement.

His stomach growled again.

"You're hungry?" Slade asked, finally moving.

"Yes, I told you I wanted to get something to eat," he sighed.

"Stay."

"Slade, wolf, listen; I'm sure that one did it; I'm sure you knocked me up this time, okay? So let's go clean up-"

"I want you having my scent."

"-Fine, let's go to the kitchen, together so you can protect me from… everything, and get something to eat and then come right back here, okay?"

The wolf hesitated for a moment. "All right," he finally conceded.

"Good. And if I talk to the others it's just to make sure that they help protect the territory, okay? We can't have other wolves moving in while we're busy, can we?"

"They wouldn't dare," Slade growled.

"Of course not, not with you here, but my friends can help, they are pack too, remember?" Robin hated 'talking down' to Slade, like he was slow, but when the wolf took over like this… well… he kinda was. Not stupid, just more prone to act than to think. Luckily the heat only happened once or twice a year, Slade had said. Robin hoped it would stay like that even though they were a couple, and that it wouldn't trigger it to happen more often, because then it would be the basement for Slade. Or neutering.

"Let's go hunt."

"Yes, I'm just gonna get another pair of tights as you ripped mine. Again."

"You should know better than to wear them."

"Yes. Yes I should."

Robin let Slade go through the door first to make sure everything was 'safe' for his mate. The teen couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"The pack is in the kitchen," Slade let him know, sniffing the air. The man led the way, still vigilant, a hand always hovering close to the hero to pull him closer or push him out of danger if any should appear.

Grinning faces turned towards them as they entered the combined common room and kitchen. Robin held his hands up to signal to his friends to keep their distance.

"How is he?" Raven asked, glancing nervously at the hulking man.

"Pretty good at the moment, right Slade?" Robin said. "No danger here, right? No one is going to take me away from you, are they? We're just getting some food."

"Let me know if you need any… help," Raven nodded, and she didn't mean with breakfast; her powers were the only thing that could hold Slade if they needed to get him under control.

"We'll manage," her leader said with more confidence than he felt.

"Oh, Robin, please look at these!" Starfire exclaimed from the corner of the room where she was going through the mail. "It is the day of Valentines, and your cards are plentiful!"

"Star, shh don't-" Robin started.

"Yeah, dude, so many people wants to get in your pants," Beast Boy grinned, effectively sealing his leader's fate.

"He's mine!" Slade roared, grabbed his mate, threw him over his shoulder and turned around.

"Good work there," the Boy Wonder groaned. "I'm going to starve to death soon!"

"We'll put something outside your door," Cyborg promised.

"Sorry!" Beast Boy called.

"Happy Valentine's Day to me," Robin sighed, once they were out of earshot. "You're going to breed me again, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," Slade reassured him while patting his mate's behind affectionately. "As soon as you're safe from all those perverts out there."

Robin sighed again. "And who is going to save me from the one carrying me?"

The End.

A/N: Another drabble, a long fluffy one, will be up soon. Either very soon today or later today, or tomorrow… it more or less depends on if I'm going dino-hunting in the morning or not. (I recommend "The hunter: Primal") J