A/N: This is something I have never written before… it's gender bendi- COME BACK HERE! Stay where you are until I explain, okay?! Come on, you know me, right? Yes, genderbending is, to some of us, a big zit on the underbelly of fan fiction, but if you are as… "hesitant" about the genre as I am (and I won't start reading it, no way!) then at least you should know you're in good hands with me, right? And it's just for laughs… AND it's BLACK SHEEP so you KNOW you must read it! Ha! I trapped you good… ;) 22 pages of Black Sheep… just a … few things missing… Robin's things… ;)
I won't change the pronouns in this text as Robin is very much still male, calling him a "she" just because he happens to have a female body is just not right. I don't read gender-bending stories so I have no idea what the "tropes" are… I probably hit quite a few… *lol* I just tried to imagine how it would be…
Black Sheep: Magical Mishap
"So, a 'magical mishap' you say?" Batman deadpanned, looking at his young ward on the screen.
"Yes. Until the next full moon, apparently," Robin said, feeling miserable.
"And Raven is sure it will resolve itself?"
"Positive. It won't have any lasting effects either, apparently. Apart from my mental state being ripped to shreds."
"Then soldier on," Batman told him. "Does Slade know?"
"Nope. He'll be home in an hour or so. I'll tell him then."
"He can't really miss it," Bruce told him. "Also, I would pay you very handsomely if you would tape that conversation for me."
"No. And I can see that you are dying to burst out laughing, you know."
"Sorry." The Dark Knight didn't sound sorry at all. "But Robin… some advice?"
"Yes?"
"Wear a bra. Those things keep… jiggling whenever you move."
"BRUCE!" Robin crossed his arms over his now very ample chest.
"I can ask Rose to call you with some advice on sizes?"
"NO! I… I'll figure it out. Raven and Starfire are already out… getting me things."
"I just wish this had happened to Slade…" Bruce's façade now cracked and he chuckled openly.
"I would have loved that too," Robin said and then realized how scary that would have been, almost making him change his mind. "I have to go… I have some internal screaming to do before Slade gets home," he said.
"Productive," Bruce smirked. "Alright, let me know if there's anything we can do?"
"Sure. Bye-"
"WAIT!" The man had suddenly turned white under his mask. "For the love of everything… use protection!"
"Oh, god!" Robin turned white as well and threw a hand over his mouth as bile rose from his stomach. He ended the call quickly and ran to the bathroom. Nothing came up, but it was close.
"Princess, I'm home!" a voice called from the door a moment later.
"Dammit, you're early!" Robin snarled.
"Not quite the welcoming I had expected, but yes…?" the mercenary called back. "Where are you?"
Robin took a deep breath and steeled himself before opening the bathroom door to meet his lover.
"And why are you hiding in the bathroom, prin-" Robin had just stepped out in the light and Slade's single eye widened. "…cess…?" He was quiet for a few seconds and Robin saw him taking a deep breath of his own. "Explain."
"Magical mishap including a moon goddess from an alternative dimension. I will return to normal next full moon."
"Are you injured? In pain?"
"No."
"Well, then. What do you want for dinner?" Slade asked and walked by him into the kitchen, leaving Robin gaping.
"What do I…? Slade, I'm a GIRL!"
"No, you're a woman. I would have been very upset if you had been a girl."
"You… don't care?"
"You're not hurt and it's reversible. I understand why you might be… uncomfortable, but at least there's no danger involved. Sooo… fish? Chicken?"
"Fish is fine," Robin muttered. His team had freaked, he had freaked, Bruce had freaked –well, in his way− but Slade? No, no, no, calmness itself. The hero shook his head and then smiled as he walked up to the man and hugged him from behind as Slade was rummaging through the freezer.
"Thank you for being you," Robin mumbled into his back.
"Thank you for pressing those gorgeous breasts against my back," Slade chuckled.
"Argh!" Robin flew back. "Don't talk about them!"
"They are pretty much in my face; it's hard to ignore them," Slade told him, turning around."And I love this too," the man said and placed his hands above Robin's hips.
"My waist? What about it?"
"It's higher up, slim and curves out into this gorgeous-" the hands slid down towards his ass and Robin bolted again.
"Pervert!" he hissed.
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me the first thing you did wasn't to check yourself out," the man snorted.
"Of course I haven't! I haven't even changed clothes!"
That seemed to be correct as Robin was in his green tights and shirt, having just removes his belt, boots and his red top.
"Come with me," Slade told him and grabbed his arm.
"Why are we going into the bedroom?!" Robin yelled in a panic.
"Because that's where the full length mirror is," the man told him calmly.
As soon as they reached the room Slade told him to strip.
"No! Why?" Robin wanted to know.
"You need to deal with this because I'm not about to deal with you in a hissy fit about your own body or me touching you, so strip. Now." The man never even raised his voice but still Robin felt tears springing to his eyes like if Slade just broke up with him. He blinked furiously trying to get things under control as he started to obey. Taking his top off was… difficult. Not only because Slade was leering like a horndog but because things were in the way. He threw his shirt in the man's face and then quickly dropped his boxer briefs to the floor as well.
"Good. Now actually look in the mirror," Slade instructed him.
Robin glanced up. He was curious, of course he was, but he was also very embarrassed and more than a little self conscious.
His face hadn't changed much. Maybe his lips were a bit fuller, his chin a bit more pointed but he wasn't even sure himself. His hair hadn't grown but it was a bit too long as it was, curling around his face and down his neck. He had had a bit of stubble this morning but now there was no trace of it. His legs, however−
"I need to shave," he groaned.
"Why? Because you're going to fall under the pressures put on women by society? Are you going to wear makeup and wear high heels too, this month?" Slade asked.
"It just looks wrong…" Robin complained, "especially on these legs."
"Your legs do look astonishing. Can't wait to have them wrapped around me later," Slade leered.
"We are not having sex," Robin decided.
"For a month? Really?"
"I could get pregnant!"
That shut the man up and for the first time Robin thought he saw him pale a bit. Apparently Slade's libido regrouped and took charge, however.
"I'll buy some condoms," the man shrugged.
Raising his eyes a bit higher was scary, Robin thought, and his hand brushed the curly mound above his crotch.
"Oh god… my cock is gone… worst nightmare coming true," he groaned.
"I'm sure you have other fun parts to play with instead," Slade chuckled. "Why don't you have a feel?"
"Nope. Not going there." He snatched his hand back. Feeling the mound itself was no big deal. It was like… petting something… like a… rather flat hamster. Suddenly he burst out laughing like crazy. The whole thing was so bizarre! The way his boobs bounced when he− Robin crossed his arms over them again, keeping them in place. Doing that with naked breasts was different, though.
"Damn, they are just two sacks of… lumpy fat!" he told Slade.
"What did you think they would be?" Slade was enjoying the whole thing way too much in Robin's opinion, but he couldn't really blame the man. Much.
"The way straight guys go on about them? Magic," Robin snorted. "Like instant pleasure balloons. They don't even feel that special to touch."
"Let's see if I can help with that," Slade offered and cupped one of Robin's newly grown assets. The young man didn't quite want him to, but was curious all the same. The mercenary was very gentle, much more so that when Robin was in his normal body, and when a finger traced his areola before lightly sliding over a nipple the teen gasped. It wasn't the 'instant pleasure' thing, but there had definitely been a… tingle.
"Ok, ok, this is weird. Let's stop?" he said "I'm hungry, let's get some food." The man rather reluctantly let him go.
Robin dressed in civilian clothes; sweats and a t-shirt, and they had just eaten when Raven and Starfire rang the doorbell, heavily laden with bags and boxes.
"Holy− I'm only going to be like this for a month!" Robin told them. "I can wear my regular clothes, you know!"
"We know, we just got… carried away," Raven admitted. "There are bras in here but you need to try them on. Finding the right size is tricky."
"Alright," Robin sighed and then balked as they followed him. "You're gonna be in the room?"
"We're all girls here, aren't we?"
"Apparently I'm a 'woman'," Robin snorted with a look at Slade.
"Go try on your bras, Princess, and I'll take care of the dishes," the man smirked at him.
"I hate him so much sometimes," the young hero muttered.
After half an hour of embarrassment, chafing material and weird straps they were done and Starfire flew off to return the bras which didn't fit and exchange some of them for the right size.
"I don't think I need more than one, really," Robin told Raven. "Maybe two if one is in the laundry."
"Two?" The empath looked at him and then laughed softly, which was unusual enough for her. "Robin, trust me, you will need at least a couple more plus sports bras."
"Sports…?" Robin asked.
"I use magic, Star's are… alien, but you are going to end up having them slap you in the face if you don't control them on missions," the young woman told him bluntly.
"At this point I'm ready to just do what you tell me," Robin sighed.
"That's a good girl," Raven grinned.
Only a few minutes later Starfire was back.
"I also choose a present for Slade," she told them with a very innocent look Robin had learned meant the opposite.
"You got Slade underwear?" he asked.
"In a way of talking," came the answer.
The hero had had enough for the day and just took the bags from her and shoved them in the closet for now. After the month was over he'd burn it all.
"Can I come in now?" Slade asked from outside the door.
"Sure," Robin sighed, still wearing just sweats and a bra. Slade seemed to like the sight. "Stop staring or I will start to believe you don't want me to change back," he growled.
"Are you sure you can't keep those?" the man grinned and gestured to the young man's chest.
"No."
"But I've already named them," Slade continued, actually looking like he was about to pout.
"Will I be sorry if I ask what?" the hero groaned.
"Alexander and Catherine," the mercenary announced.
"I… why?"
"Because they're both great," Slade deadpanned.
"Raven, Starfire, I'm afraid it's time for you to leave. Thank you so much for your help, and I'll try not to get too much of Slade's blood on the clothes, okay?" Robin said lightly while gesturing to the door.
"Have fun," Raven grinned while Starfire giggled all the way out.
"Funny, they actually didn't believe I was going to kill you. I might get away with this," Robin said calmly.
"Not going to happen, I don't fight girls," Slade claimed.
"I'm a woman and yes you do! All the time!"
"Not my girl," the man grinned and Robin cursed himself for melting a bit. Before he got the chance to tell Slade that the man might just be off the hook the mercenary continues. "Suit up."
"What?"
"Training gear, we need to spar."
"What happened to not fighting girls?" Robin demanded to know. "And seriously, I've had a long day. I just want to vegetate in front of the TV… and for some reason I'm really in the mood for chocolate."
"No can do. Your center of gravity will have changed, as well as your muscle mass. Unless you're going to take the month off, which I know you won't so I won't even suggest it, you need to practice."
"Can't be that different," Robin snorted.
It was. He ended up with more bruises than he dared to count and most of them were just from him trying to jump and flip like he normally did and landing on his ass. Or side. Or head.
"I know you hate when I step onto your turf but I'm calling it;" Slade said. "You're not going on missions for at least a few days, until you've mastered this new body of yours and that's final."
"Fine, fine, agreed!" Robin nodded, wincing as he had somehow almost managed to break his own neck with his knees. "I'm calling up the team," he said and turned their main screen on in the sitting room.
"Hi Rob! Oh, where did your boobs go? The spell is broken already?" Cyborg asked a moment later.
"I'm wearing a 'sports bra'," Robin groaned. "It kinda makes them flatter."
"Oh. Darn," his friend said and then grinned. "I liked them un-flat."
"Not you too?!" his leader groaned. "Anyway, the short version is that my new body sucks and I need a few days to train to get back in fighting order."
"I'll let the guys know you're gonna be out of commission," Cy nodded, "they are getting ready for a movie night… do you want to come over?"
"Thanks, but I'm beat. I'm just going to take a shower and hit the bed," Robin sighed.
"It's like six PM," his friends pointed out.
"And I'm done. Trust me. So done."
"Alright, g'night then!" Cy grinned and they hung up.
Robin muttered to himself as he undressed and got under the shower. The hot water felt nice, he had to admit, but sliding his soaped hands over his own body was like touching someone else. It was awkward and eventually he even faced a conundrum. There shouldn't be one of those when you showered.
"Slade?" he called out.
"Yes?" came a muffled reply from somewhere in the apartment.
"What do I do with…. it?"
"What?" The voice was a bit closer now.
"You know what I mean! How do I clean it? Do I spray water into it or…?"
"Do you spray water into your penis?" he was asked dryly. "Wash around it, not in it. That takes care of itself."
"How do you even know these things?" Robin wanted to know.
"I'm on google right now," Slade admitted, making the young man laugh.
"Fine, I'll just rinse- oh!" the hero gasped as his hand touched himself a little bit more intimately, the water rushing past his fingers.
"Need help?" Slade asked from the other side of the door.
"No! Stay out!" Robin told him and quickly finished up.
He dried off and dressed for sleep in a t-shirt and sleeping pants, really covering up as much as he could. Slade just raised an eyebrow when he saw him but didn't comment.
"I'm going to bed," Robin announced. He wasn't really tired anymore, but he really didn't want anything more to do with this day.
"I'll join you," Slade said.
"Only if you're going to sleep. No funny business," Robin warned him.
"But you have to be curious?"
"Not really, no."
"Liar."
The hero blushed, having to admit that it was a lie, but he was also really nervous, almost scared, when he thought of sex.
"Well, we don't have condoms anyway, do we?" he said boldly, trying to find a way out.
"Even if you get pregnant, if that can happen, you will probably not even notice it in just a month," Slade told him.
"Well, what if getting pregnant means I can't change back?" Robin argued. "Or if I change back but the growing cells remain inside me, maybe developing into cancer or something? We don't know, do we? You really want to risk it?"
"Well, that's the first time I've ever heard the 'don't fuck me, you'll give me cancer' excuse," Slade muttered. "But I guess you're right. I'll go down to the drugstore on the corner."
Robin opened his mouth to object but Slade was already gone. Dammit.
He tried his best to fall asleep before Slade came back, but failed. The oh-so-romantic man dropped a plastic bag on the bed, leered and said; "Well, let's take this body for a test drive, then."
"I'm not in the mood!" Robin complained.
"And what if I can get you in the mood?"
"Not fair! I know you can. It's not like you ever fail at it," the hero growled, making the man's leer wider.
"Well, then…"
"NOT tonight, Slade. I mean it. We have a month to… experiment, but not tonight I'm… I'm… just… I… can't…" Tears flooded his eyes again and Robin wiped furiously at them, wondering where they came from.
The bag disappeared and then Slade's arms closed comfortingly around him.
"Sorry, princess. I went too far," the man said. "I didn't mean to push you."
"I'm… just a bit of a mess right now," Robin muttered into the man's chest.
"Understandable. Go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning and then we'll spar some more, alright?"
"You don't have work? I thought you were going to Chicago in a few days?"
"Cancelled everything the whole month," Slade told him. "I have a feeling you'll need me more than someone needing some lead in their brain."
Robin didn't say anything but hugged him harder.
It took a while to fall asleep in his new female body. He had been rather 'blessed' and he hadn't realized that that would be a problem in this department as well.
"Ow! I keep squashing my boobs," he complained.
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Slade joked. "I'd be happy to do it for you, you know."
"Oh, shut up," the man was told lightly as Robin rolled over again, trying to get comfortable on his side.
Eventually he fell asleep, and when he woke up the next morning with Slade's arm around him it took a while to remember what was wrong in his world. Unfortunately Alexander and Catherine were still there, flopping around.
"Morning," Slade mumbled against Robin's neck. When his hand brushed the hero's breast Robin could feel him freeze for a second and realized that the mercenary's memory also had some catching up to do in the morning. "Right," he then said impassively.
"What time is it"? Robin grunted. He couldn't see the alarm clock from this angle.
"Four. We fell asleep early. Time to get up, then. We've gotten our hours of sleep with some extra to spare."
"I'll start breakfast. Unless you're going to say something about women in the kitchen," Robin warned.
"Who? Me?" Slade said innocently. "Never. However…" the man pressed himself against the hero. "Someone else is up and needs attention."
"Uff! I can feel that!" Robin grunted. Then he felt some signals from his own body, but they had nothing to do with sex. "Shit, I really need to pee! How do I even do that?"
"Well, you sit down for one. I'm pretty sure the rest will just happen," Slade told him as Robin rushed to the bathroom. Or rushed? More limped.
"Damn, I'm so sore I can barely move!" he whined.
"And we didn't even have sex," Slade commented.
"From sparring! It's like my muscles had never been used before!" the young man clarified from inside the bathroom.
"That's likely; you did get a new body yesterday, after all."
"Fuck me," Robin grunted.
"Would love to if you just finish up in there already," Slade muttered at the closed door.
The man had been right; peeing wasn't hard. Then it came to wiping. He couldn't shake it off now, could he? And now he really had to get close and personal with his new nether regions. Robin gathered some paper in his hand. Lots of paper. It felt so weird. He tried to dab a bit first but soon realized that he needed to really get in there between the fleshy lips to get dry.
"Women have the weirdest anatomy," he muttered to himself as he just girled up and did it. Damn it was wet! Much wetter than just pee, surely? He couldn't help himself; he glanced at the paper. There was some sort of… mucus on it! Some mostly transparent stuff which was not pee. He wasn't stupid, he knew women had some type of natural lubrication when they got in the mood, but he wasn't horny in the least? Was he? Could he even tell? Yes, he had felt a tingle before but maybe women felt it in a completely different way? Maybe less? Maybe he was horny as hell right now and didn't even know it? In movies and fiction most women didn't seem that interested in sex, after all… was it because they didn't get that turned on? He finished, washed up and walked out to his lover.
"Okay Slade, let's do this," he said. "But you have to take the lead because I have no idea what I'm doing."
"What else is new?" the man smirked.
"And bam, you're treating me to lunch today. Someplace nice. After the amazing breakfast you will cook for me of course."
"I need to learn when to shut up, don't I?" the man sighed.
"Finally realized that now, did you?" Robin chuckled and got down on the bed with the man. "Okay Tiger. Seduce me."
"You suddenly got very brave," the man noted.
"Yes well… hero and shit," Robin shrugged. "Besides, this body is a mystery, after all… I have to solve it!"
"And I'm very willing to help," Slade said and pulled him close for a kiss.
Robin relaxed into the familiar feeling and found that yes; his rising desire started to pool 'down there' like it usually did, just a bit more… internally? Maybe? It was hard to compare even now.
"Analyze a bit less or you'll never be able to enjoy this," Slade interrupted the kiss to tell him, having noticed that Robin's mind had drifted.
"Sorry," the young man said and raised his arms as Slade pulled his shirt over his head, releasing the 'twins'. He got kissed again after that, and somehow his sleeping pants disappeared. Slade could be quite the magician when he wanted to be.
The kissing slowly moved down his neck until Slade reached that new, scary area. Robin gasped a little at the feeling of the man's lips on his nipples.
"Oh!"
"Are they more sensitive?" Slade asked curiously.
"I… I don't know, just… slightly different? Oh my god, look at how big there're getting!"
"Means you like it." The mercenary had that shark grin on again and went back to kissing, licking sucking and –carefully− nibbling on the swollen peaks. Robin was breathing quite heavily when the man's hand slid down his stomach and two fingers found themselves entering the slit below his mound. Robin's hips bucked so violently Slade almost bit his nipple off in surprise.
"OH GOD!"
"Sensitive?"
"VERY!"
"You're very wet too. Good sign," the man smiled.
"Are… are you… inside?" Robin asked, unsure about what he was feeling.
"No. No need to hurry," the man calmed him.
"Maybe… maybe we should just do it the usual way?"
"If you wish… but remember that hypothesis about your muscles? Who says that one isn't going to require some training as well?"
"Oh, fuck."
"Just something else we have to put to the test," Slade chuckled. "And now… I think you're going to like this…" the man moved down his body and Robin tried to close his legs.
"I just peed!"
"So? You blew me while I practically was pissing once."
"I was drunk! And it's different with a… are you sure it's alright?"
"Positive. Lie back and enjoy, Princess."
Robin did. Robin really, REALLY did. He wasn't shy about letting Slade know that he did a great job either, and if he had thought about it he would be glad that they didn't have any permanent neighbors.
"I'm... I think I'm g-" the young man gasped and then cried out as waves of pleasure hit him. He collapsed into the mattress a little later, panting. "That… that lasted quite some time," he said. He squeezed his thighs together and felt another spike of pleasure. "I… I don't think I'm… Slade, please?" The man's fingers started to rub him in the most amazing way down there and a second later Robin was arching and screaming again. After that he slapped the man's hand away though. "Too sensitive! No touching!" he gasped. "That… was amazing."
"Well, thank you," Slade said smugly. "Now… next I think-"
"Next I think we'll be having breakfast. There is no way I can continue right now," Robin murmured. "Sorry."
"How about at least retaliate?" the man wanted to know. "If I go into the kitchen like this my cock might end up in the frying pan."
"He-he, sure… get over here," Robin told him and raised himself up enough to suck the man off.
Afterwards he just lounged in bed until Slade told him breakfast was ready. Then he swept a sheet around himself and shuffled into the kitchen.
"I see you're only wearing a sheet and a very content smile. It suits you," Slade teased him.
"You don't look too miserable either," Robin chuckled.
"I'm not. Trust me."
"Hey, you… you don't…" Robin hesitated.
"I don't what?"
"You… don't prefer me like this, right? You still want me back?"
"Are you sure you want to ask me that before I fuck you?" the man smirked and caught an orange which suddenly came flying at his face. "Of course I want your real body back. Doesn't mean we can't have fun with this one for now, does it?"
"Just as long as you keep in mind it's just temporary," the hero muttered.
"And you too. You seemed to enjoy multiple orgasms."
"Oh, yeah what was that all about?!" Robin asked, wide eyed.
"One woman I knew could have five or six, normally," Slade told him.
"So… what did you do wrong with me, then?" the young man smirked, catching the orange as it was thrown back.
After breakfast Robin called his team to keep himself updated and then worked for a while on the Titan's electronic files. Almost the whole time he was somewhat squirming in his chair, though, and in the end he couldn't ignore it anymore. He was horny. Again. Either women had the same sex drive as men or it was just him, but he definitely had recuperated faster than he normally did. He went to find Slade and just watched the man doing weapon maintenance from the door for a while.
"Yes?" Slade asked when he eventually got tired of waiting for the young man to say something.
"Um… I was just wondering if you have… time?"
"For what? Sparring?"
"Um… no, for… um… bedroom stuff?"
"Give me five minutes to clean up," the man chuckled. "And when did you become so prude?"
"It's just embarrassing to ask!" Robin snorted.
"So the other day when you came into the kitchen, pushed down your jeans, bent over the counter and told me to fuck you… that wasn't embarrassing?"
"It was, but only because I didn't know you were talking with Rose on the phone at the time," the teen muttered.
"You were lucky it was the regular phone so she couldn't see you," Slade chuckled.
"You're killing my buzz," the teen pointed out.
"Right. My bad. Go wait for me in the bedroom, I need to clean up. You don't want any of this stuff on your… skin," the mercenary told him.
"How considerate," Robin grinned and headed for the bedroom, undressing as soon as he got there. He got into bed and pulled the sheets up. All the way up to his chin. Then he felt silly and let them drop. Then he pulled them up again. He groaned and shook his head at himself. This was his body! How could he suddenly be so insecure about it? It was stupid, but it was quite hard to just ignore as well.
"Well, well, Princess…" Slade leered from the doorway.
"Hi, Tiger," Robin grinned nervously back. "Don't maul me, okay?"
"I'll be gentle," the man chuckled as he undressed. He opened the bag which was on the bedside table and pulled out a few items; a pack of condoms and a small bottle.
"What's that?" Robin asked, straining to see.
"Lube. For ladies."
"We can't use our normal one?"
"I don't think that would be harmful, but this is specifically for women and contains spermicide. Just in case."
"Double safety, I like the way you think," the teen admitted. "After all, who knows with your sperm? They will probably just rip right through the condom."
"I would hope not. That means I would have loads of kids out there," the man chuckled.
"Hey, speaking about former conquests in front of your current one is not nice," Robin pouted.
"Oh, please call yourself my conquest again, I really liked to hear that," the man grinned.
"I should have known you would," the boy snorted. "Besides, if anything you're my conquest."
"I am clever enough to realize that this is not the best time to argue that point so I'll just agree," Slade chuckled.
"That's my good Tiger."
"Careful now, Princess, you're toeing the line," Slade playfully growled and pounced. Robin squirmed and laughed under the combined kissing-tickling-biting attack. It worked wonders with keeping his nervousness at bay for now, however. As the kisses took the upper hand Robin met them eagerly.
Slade showed his skill with his tongue again and had Robin almost over the top in minutes. This time the man slid first one and then two lubricated fingers inside him as well, though, which made the teen tense expecting to feel pain. When that didn't happened he relaxed some more, and soon Slade declared that he was ready.
"So what color do you prefer? Blue? Black?"
"You got colored condoms?" Robin groaned.
"I got a variety. I think we're saving the ribbed ones for later, then. No preferences?"
"Just get one on already!" The hero felt his cheeks redden and himself getting more and more nervous again, just from the wait.
Slade just chuckled and skillfully rolled on a condom; a pink one to Robin's amusement. Then he got in position and the teen didn't feel like giggling anymore. He more felt like running away.
"I'll go slow. Don't worry so much about pleasure now; I think you might be too nervous as it's the first time. It will come in time… and so will you," the man smirked. "I'll finish you off afterwards."
"Oh, great. Thanks," Robin said dryly, but he had a feeling the man was right. Their first time together had been… memorable, but he had enjoyed himself more the less nervous he was and the better they got at it. It was a group effort, after all, and like anything else: if you wanted to be good at something you needed to practice. "Okay, let's go, then," he said, spreading his legs.
Slade snorted. "We're both very romantic, aren't we?"
"Very. Now fuck me before I go dry," the hero drawled.
The angle was different. The entry was different, it was all different. Anal sex was all about the entry; once that as over it was more or less easy sailing. Also, it felt good in itself. Now, however, the deeper Slade got, the more uncomfortable it felt.
"Ow!" Robin objected when the man was a bit too quick. "Women like this? Really?"
"Does it hurt?" the man asked, pausing.
"I… don't know. Not quite…? Maybe?"
"The best sexual performance review I've ever had," the mercenary muttered. "It will get better."
"When?"
"Patience, Robin."
The old line made the teen chuckle and now it did feel a bit better. Not great, not amazing, but better. As the man started moving inside him he began to understand a little bit of the appeal, but something still confused him.
"Why do women want hung guys?" he complained.
"They tend to say that size doesn't matter," Slade answered airily.
"Maybe they actually mean it. You feel too damn big!"
"I seem to remember similar complaints when we first had sex too."
"I guess. Um… does it… does it feel good for you?"
"Very," Slade grinned own at him, which made Robin's groin tingle. He decided to rub himself the way Slade had. He found his clit easily enough, it was kinda hard to miss, but rubbing directly on it was no go. Placing one finger on either side of it however…
"Mmm… yeah… better…" he moaned. "Oh… god…"
"You're going for the pleasure anyway, aren't you?" Slade chuckled.
"What can I say? I'm a high achiever," Robin gasped.
"Well then, then I'm going to fuck you for real."
"You've been holding back?!" Robin spluttered and then it was pretty clear that the man had. "Oh- god- what-" the teen stuttered. "Oh… oh… oh!" The almost-pain turned into almost-pleasure and then even more so until he thought he understood why some women wanted to have sex sometimes. He was still not convinced that it was just as good as what he was used to, but he could live with it. Especially while rubbing himself at the same time. Slade upped the pace until Robin wanted to ask him if he was trying to make a fire, but he was too out of breath to speak by that point.
He was close, but Slade 'won' by coming first. The man was still inside him when Robin joined him, however, so it was pretty much a tie. Not that Robin was competitive or anything mind you. Not at all…
"So, how do you grade heterosexual sex?" Slade asked him as they were both catching their breaths.
"C, maybe a B minus," Robin judged, "But I think there's room for improvement."
"We'll work on it," the man promised with a short laugh.
"How do you grade it?"
"Well, I'd like you more involved, I like to hear your pleasure, but B plus at least. Maybe an A minus. Feeling how wet you got… well…" The man leered at him. "However, it doesn't hold a candle to our usual romps… then again, we're very, very good. The standards are high."
Robin laughed as he felt that warm tingly feeling in his chest. Slade was something special. The man had really deserved a kiss.
An hour later Robin was hungry and looking forwards to the lunch Slade was going to take him out to. The man had made reservations at the Garden and the hero had not questioned how he had been able to get a table there the same day, as the place was very exclusive with only ten tables and two sittings for lunch and dinner. They had had dinner there before once or twice but it was really a splurge and of course both pretentious and completely overprized. Robin liked to think that they were enjoying it ironically… although the mere thought of the chocolate dessert there literally made him hard. Well… wet.
He had to dress the part, though, which meant suiting up. Only…
"Fuck!"
"Again?" Slade asked from his side of the room where he was tying his tie.
"No, I… my dress pants don't fit!" They were tailored, of course, and Robin's suddenly wider hips made even pulling them up all the way impossible, much less buttoning them.
"You can't wear sweats," Slade told him.
"Of course I can't!" Robin snorted.
"What about the clothes the girls bought you? Maybe there's something there?"
Robin had only dug out the sports bras so far, preferring to walk around bra-less otherwise, so he hadn't even looked at the rest of the clothes. He did so now, and sighed.
"Skirts, dresses and blouses."
"Anything suitable?"
"One; how am I to know? And two; I don't want to wear women's clothing!"
"Alright, I'll just cancel the reservation and we can go somewhere else. Can you fit into your jeans you think?"
"Probably not, no," Robin muttered.
"Going to have to be Mc Donald's then," Slade joked.
"No, I'm… this dress should be fine. According to the price tag, anyway. Fucking hell, did they charge this to the Titan's card? How will I explain this to the JL?"
"I don't know but I'd like to sit in on that meeting."
"Aaaand I just realized that I have to shave…" Robin groaned.
"You'll have time," Slade calmed him. "Just don't use my razor."
Robin wasn't listening, he was rummaging through the bags. "Bingo! Rae and Star actually got me stuff for that too. Shaving or hair removal crème?"
"I don't know, do you want cuts or chemical burns?"
"You make being a woman sound so romantic. I want that moon goddess to come back and make it happen to you too," the teen muttered.
A little more than half an hour later he was done.
"Well...?" he asked his partner. "Do I pass?"
"I don't think they will let you in wearing male dress shoes. At least not paired with that dress."
'That dress' was a deep blue thing in some kind of flowy fabric, reaching his knees. It had a pretty deep neckline but Robin thought he pulled it off.
"I don't have any other shoes," the teen fibbed.
"I can see the shoe boxes from here," Slade pointed out dryly.
"They all have high heels!"
"So?"
"You were the one asking if I would be shaving my legs and wearing heels just because of my body, and look at me!" Robin complained.
"Well, this is different. This is about gaining access to a secure area. Fitting in. Not raising any suspicion," Slade told him, like they were going on a mission. "Besides, are you afraid you balance won't be good enough?"
That was a challenge, and of course he couldn't back down from that. He drew the line at makeup –which would have been a disaster anyway− and jewelry –of which he had none− and pronounced himself ready.
"I really don't want to be recognized," Robin mumbled as they waited for the cab.
"Don't worry, no one will look at your face," Slade told him.
"Thank you, Tiger, for making me more self conscious than I already am," the teen drawled.
"I'm just wishing I brought a baseball bat to ward people off with," the man told him just as their taxi drove up. Robin knew that was Slade-speak for 'you look hot as hell' so he let it slide.
The lunch was fantastic and put Robin in a really good mood. Slade not so much as most of the men in the restaurant, including their waiter, seemed very preoccupied with Robin's cleavage. The teen was completely unaware of this until Slade pointed it out, but then only chuckled and thought it was funny.
They decided to walk home as the weather was nice and as they passed a convenience store Slade decided to duck inside to pick up some magazines and some coffee for them to sip on the way back. Robin opted to stay out in the sun and it was there on the side walk he ran into a young man he immediately recognized; Red X seemed to have some private errands of his own as he was in civilian clothes.
"Oh, hello there," the thief said, not really looking into Robin's eyes. Maybe that's why he didn't recognize him, maybe it was that Robin actually looked different enough as a woman, but Red seemed to like what he saw.
"Hi," Robin smiled back in what he hoped was a seductive way. "What's your name then?"
"People call me Red, but you can call me anytime," the young man grinned, actually making Robin chuckle.
"Aren't you charming?" the hero went on.
"So glad you noticed. Wanna grab a cup of coffee?"
"He already has some," Slade's voice growled behind Robin.
"He?" Red blinked and then looked up at Slade. He promptly lost all color in his face. He looked back at Robin, eyes widening even more, and then back to Slade again. "Not again!" he whimpered.
Slade gave Red the same advice as last time the young thief had flirted with his princess; "Run."
That afternoon they trained for a bit again and in the evening they practiced other things in bed.
And so the days passed. Many areas of expertise were improved on, but Robin didn't return to work in the field. He was helping solving cases by analyzing evidence at the tower, but he didn't seem ready to face the city's criminals in his temporary body and Slade couldn't have been happier about that. The man whisked him away on outings in the wilderness and drives with no specific goals in mind and they went out to eat a lot, treating themselves to the point where Robin started to worry about their budget.
After two weeks they were 'slumming it' at home, though, having a taco night. Or a fucking- and taco night as Robin had been feeling more than a little randy all day. Robin was literally crunching away on tortilla chips while riding Slade, and even the mercenary was wrung out when they eventually hit the bed.
The next morning the teen woke up and groaned, curling up a bit.
"Tacos was a baaad idea…" he muttered. "And I'm sore…"
"Well, I think you actually wore me down a few sizes last night, so no wonder," Slade muttered and turned over, intent on getting a bit more sleep while Robin shuffled to the bathroom.
A few minutes later Slade flew to his feet in the wake of a panicked scream. He rushed into the bathroom where the source of it was sitting on the toilet.
"What's wrong?!" the man demanded to know.
"I'm bleeding!" Robin almost cried. In his hand was some toilet paper which was soaked in blood.
"Where from? Did something rupture? Are you in pain? How can you just start bleeding like tha-"
At that moment both Slade and Robin realized what was actually going on.
"….Noooo…?" the teen pleaded.
"Seems so. Do you want to go to the hospital to confirm?"
"Are you crazy?! No!"
Slade hesitated a bit in the doorway."Is there… anything I can do?"
"Like what?" Robin snapped, his face red. He had panicked, full out panicked, about… it was difficult to even think the words… about getting his period.
"I'll be going then," Slade said, sounding relieved, and was about to do so when Robin realized something.
"Stop! I'll… I'll need some… things."
"What?"
"Some… protective things."
"We have plenty of cond- oh. You mean those."
"Yes."
"What… kind?"
"HOW THE FUCKING HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! Ask someone at the store!"
"You're telling me to go to the store and ask about female hygiene products?"
"YES!"
"That suicide mission I turned down last week suddenly sounds very tempting," Slade muttered.
"GO!"
"Yes, ma'am," the man dared to grin, quickly ducking a roll of toilet paper coming at him at deadly speed.
Robin actually stayed on the toilet until the man returned. He felt like his stomach was the size of a basketball and whether it was the tacos or the hell that was going on with his inner female parts, but his bowels weren't really doing a good job either at the moment.
"They told me that as it was my daughter's first time pads were the way to do," Slade told him as he came back and dropped a bag at his feet.
"You bought a whole bag full?" Robin asked, as the thing was bulging.
"You need some for nights and then there were different for different… flows."
"What's that's supposed to mean? Like if it's coming out my ears?"
"How much you bleed."
"And how do I know that?"
"Just start with the ones marked 'normal' and go from there."
"Normal? There's nothing normal about this! How come I'm not dead yet?" Robin growled under his breath.
"Most of it is actually not blood at all, it's-"
"No! Stop! I don't care what you googled on the way to the store, I'm not in the mood!" the teen cut him off and started digging through the bag. "Now out!"
Robin gloomily shuffled around the apartment in sweats for the rest of the day, randomly muttering, cursing and caressing his stomach. He ended up in a fetal position on the couch which was where Slade found him just before dinner.
"You have been shot, stabbed, burned, bones broken… and this makes you collapse?" the insensitive bastard asked.
Robin first let him know that he was an insensitive bastard and then went on to explaining things. "Yes, getting injured hurts but this is… this pain is… it's so fucking pointless!"
"Well, it means you're not pregnant…?" the man suggested.
Robin almost perked up.
At dinner he was just picking at his food.
"Call your friends," Slade suggested after a while. "Ask them about the right painkillers and whatever, maybe they can help?"
"You think I'm just moping, aren't you?" Robin growled. "Well you have no FUCKING IDEA, alright?!"
"Which is why I suggested female assistance. I'll be in the study."
"Locking yourself away pretending to work so you don't have to spend time with-" Robin snarled.
"ENOUGH!"
The teen gasped. Slade rarely raised his voice, not even when furious.
"Stop it right now," the man continued. "You are in pain, I get it. Your hormones are confusing things, yes. That does not give you a free pass to be a complete bitch, is that understood?"
This time there was no stopping the tears and Robin ran into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, threw himself on the bed and cried his heart out. A loud, ugly cry with lots of snot and out-of-breath sobbing. Everything hurt. The world was against him. Slade hated him and was probably leaving right now. He was a freak and he would never turn back to normal. He was completely useless. And he had been lazy and letting his team work while he was sitting on his ass. They must hate him by now too. The fact that there it had been unusually quiet was probably Slade's doing. Of course he couldn't trust Robin's team to handle the city; he probably thought they were as useless as their leader. He was laughing at him behind his back. They probably all were. The whole fucking universe. Slade didn't even have the decency to check on him! What an asshole!
Eventually Robin's thoughts started to settle down into more realistic and sane patterns but then the shame washed over him and he cried about the way he had acted instead. As the tears dried up he got up and shuffled into the bathroom to wash his face. He was almost too ashamed to leave the bedroom, but he eventually did.
He found Slade in the study as the man had said. Robin just watched him quietly from the door, half hidden by the doorframe. A few minutes passed. Slade stood up to fetch some papers from the printer and turned towards him. The expression in his eye was hard to read, but then the man snorted and opened his arms. Robin flew into them so fast he almost managed to knock Slade over. Then the sobbing started all over again.
"I'm… I'm sorry," he stuttered, his shoulder's shaking.
"Sure. Stop crying. You know it makes me uncomfortable."
A chuckle broke through the sobs and Robin just needed a few more breaths to collect himself.
"There. I'm better. Thank you. Sorry."
"I've ordered Lebanese for dinner. Should be here any moment," Slade, who decided it was time to move onto more practical things, said.
"Sounds good. I'm just going to call Rose… do you mind?"
"Not at all," Slade told him and then the intercom for the door buzzed. "After dinner, though, maybe?"
"Yeah, I'm starving," Robin agreed.
"It sucks."
"It sure does," Rose agreed. "Some women even throw up from the pain and can hardly walk."
"It can get that bad?!"
"Not normally, there are usually underlying reasons for pains like that, but yeah… has your stomach crashed yet? Mine tends to do that."
"It's not happy, let's put it like that," Robin muttered. "How long does this go on for?"
"A few days to a week. The worst is usually over in two or three days. The pains too if you're lucky. It's rather different for everyone, though."
"I just want to sleep these days away. If I asked Slade I'm sure he could find something to make that happen," Robin thought aloud.
"He might get you some chocolate?" Rose suggested with a grin.
"Slade? The 'don't be a bitch and stop crying you're ruining my manliness'-guy I live with?" the teen now growled feeling his old mood resurfacing.
"You might get surprised."
"Heh… sure," the hero snorted and turned towards the door. "Slade! Get me some chocolate!" he yelled down the hall. Then he turned back to Rose with a triumphant smirk on his face, waiting for the reply. There wasn't any for a moment, but then…
"What kind?"
Robin gaped as Rose burst out laughing.
"Told you!" she almost gasped. "Now, hook him quickly!"
"Eh.. .A Mars Bar!" Robin called back.
"Sure. Anything else?"
"I… no… thank you!"
"Any time, Princess," the teen heard as the front door open and close.
"See?" Rose smirked at him. "Daddy might not want a fuss, but he'll try to make you feel better in ways he can."
"Hunting for his mate being one of them I suppose… Damn cave man…"
"Yeah, lucky us, huh?" the woman smiled.
"Bruce's like that too?" Robin blinked.
"Oh yes. And I have to admit I exploit it occasionally… but I'd like to think that after giving him Addie, I'm rather entitled to getting spoiled a bit now and then. Especially during that time."
"I don't think he minds," Robin smiled. "Well, say goodnight to Addie from me. We need to fly over to visit when all this is over."
"Please do. I have to get the opportunity to tease daddy about his chocolate fetching skills, after all."
"Just as long as I'm holding Addie at that moment so he won't dare getting back at me," Robin said, thinking ahead.
"Hmmm… I think I just found a way to get a babysitter the whole time you're here," Rose snickered.
"So you have no qualms about me using your daughter as a human shield?" Robin smirked.
"Well, you already use my dad for that sometimes so…"
"True. You have a useful family," Robin chuckled.
Rose looked away and seemed to listen. "Addie is being fussy, I have to go do some damage control… do you have any more questions?"
"Millions, probably, but nothing I can think of right now."
"Call me whenever," Rose told him. "And once you change back let me know. The boys have really gotten their search and rescue service up and running, and if you and dad want to get away sometimes they could probably use the help."
"Sounds like you're talking about vacations," Robin chuckled. "But sure, it might be fun. Tell Shift and Shield to get in touch if something comes up, okay?"
"Will do. Bye!"
"Bye!"
Robin had barely turned the screen off when Slade came back and dumped five chocolate bars in his lap. "I got ice-cream and more pain killers as well," the man let him know.
"You are a star," Robin beamed, already opening one bar.
The temporary good mood lasted until Robin had a shower. Slade heard a disgruntled growl and knocked on the door.
"You okay?"
"Come in here, dear. Let me show you something," Robin said in an overly sweet voice. Slade hesitantly did so and stopped dead in the door. Robin was standing in the shower and the floor beneath him was splattered with blood and clots.
"Are… are you sure that's normal?" Slade wanted to know.
"Yup. So you know… sorry about being sensitive and shit," Robin muttered.
"Let me know if you need more chocolate, " Slade said and left.
Robin cleaned up, rummaged through the bag of pads and found some for night use. He had discovered that he needed to use panties with the pads, which was a bit of a blow to his male pride as well.
He climbed into bed with the intention of trying to sleep the coming week away. Slade came to bed an hour later and Robin had still not fallen asleep. After a while something bothered the teen.
"Do you think I'm disgusting?" he asked the man.
"Excuse me?" Slade seemed personally insulted by the accusation.
"You always touch me when you come to bed if I'm still awake! At least a little!"
"I thought you wouldn't be in the mood."
"Of course I'm not in the mood! It's a fucking battle field down there! But a caress or a kiss or something would be appreciated," Robin muttered.
"Come here then." Slade, who sounded like he had been through hell today, pulled him close and kissed his neck.
"Really? We can cuddle? No sex, just cuddle?" Robin asked breathlessly as it was quite uncommon.
"Of course, Princess," Slade answered like he loved cuddling. After a little while when Robin hadn't answered he continued; "Are you crying again?"
"… just shut up and hug me," the teen hissed quietly.
The next morning Slade was, again, woken by a yell. This time it was more one of anger and disgust however.
"What?" he muttered, only slightly raising his head this time. He was pretty sure what it would be about, after all.
"I leaked! I bled on the sheets! And then I sat up and it just poured out of me like a fucking waterfall!" Robin was already pulling at the sheets, even with Slade still in the bed. The man sighed and got up. No sleep for the wicked, apparently.
"Go clean up and I'll take care of this," he said.
"It's my mess, I'll deal with it," Robin growled, his voice almost breaking. Slade, who couldn't handle more tears raised his hands.
"I'll make a nice breakfast, then. Pancakes, bacon and eggs… how does that sound?"
"Thank you," Robin sniffed, still tearing at the sheets. As Slade fled he heard the hero curse as he saw the state of the mattress underneath.
At breakfast Robin was back to normal, although he apologized for the mattress.
"I've bled on that one too. Remember when I came home with my arm half torn off? And it's not the first time for you either. The stains we can't get out are just memories," Slade told him.
"I won't want to remember this," Robin muttered.
"None of it?" Slade leered over his cup of coffee.
"Well…" the teen blushed. "Nothing from this week, anyway…"
"That's understandable, I suppose." Slade nodded. "Are you up from some sparring today?"
"Are you serious?"
"Exercise is supposed to be good for cramps."
"Only if they involve more pain which overpowers the one of my uterus tearing itself to shreds."
"That's not what happ-"
"The answer is no, Slade. No. Not up for it. Not even close. What I feel up to is eating chocolate, watching TV and maybe occasionally get out of the fetal position to reach for more chocolate. Understood?"
"Sounds like I'm going shopping again," Slade said without missing a beat.
"That's my Tiger."
The next week was not much fun, at least not the first days. Robin thought having your period was messy, unpredictable and it smelled. He tried scented pads, but they managed to make it worse, somehow. The pain went away, however, and following that was something unexpected; he was getting horny.
Now, he absolutely did not want to have sex right now, for many reasons. Most of them involved having Slade seeing anything down there in the current state of affairs. He was also afraid it would hurt and in general be disguising. There was only one solution, then, and that was to do it himself. He couldn't do it openly, though. Firstly it would be a bit weird, and secondly Slade would insist on 'helping' if the man knew what he was feeling. Robin still needed to do something before he exploded, however, and that's when he discovered the horrible truth; women couldn't masturbate standing up. Well, he was sure some could, if they practiced or if there was some kind of magical trick to it he hadn't had time to figure out, but for him it was impossible. He was in the shower, the natural place to take care of things like these, and he could make himself feel good, yes, but climaxing seemed far away and after a while he realized that he needed to lie down to do it. The cold, hard bathroom floor wasn't quite the place either, but to do it in bed he needed Slade out of the house. The man had run enough errands lately and Robin had to wait for him to go pick up some food later that day before he could finally, finally have some release. When Slade came back Robin was scrubbing his nails in the bathroom with a pleased smile on his face.
"So you got that out of your system, did you?" the man asked.
"I… wh-what?" The hero tried to look innocent.
"Come on, I've developed a close to supernatural ability to sense when you're horny. Why didn't you just say something?"
"Maybe because of the blood bath down there?" Robin said sarcastically.
"I still would have given you a hand. Wouldn't even have minded earning my red wings if you had wanted me to."
"Earning your what?" Robin blinked. Then his brain put two and two together and he turned quite green. "Oh god! EEEW!"
The man just chuckled and left.
The week eventually passed and Robin came out of his self-induced shell again. So much so, in fact, that he started going out a lot. Slade was quite keen on going with him, which the hero didn't quite understand. Their relationship was good, but they were not clingy with each other –which might be why it was good− and suddenly he had a huge, one eyed band aid to deal with.
"I'm just taking a walk, you know," he told the man tiredly as they were headed down the street. "Have you any idea how good it feels to be completely unrecognizable? I didn't realize that I still worry that someone will recognize me as Dick as well as Robin. For the first time I'm completely safe."
"I wouldn't say so," the man muttered.
"What? Why?"
"Haven't you noticed all the men are staring at you?"
Robin had never even thought of paying attention to that and when he did he just smirked a little.
"Oh, look at that. For once people are looking at me and not you."
"Men aren't looking at me like that," Slade snorted.
"No, but most women are. And some men. It's annoying as fuck. Well, welcome to the other side of the coin, Tiger," Robin all but sang, and swung his hips a bit more as he walked. Slade growled, took a few quick steps to catch up to him and then grabbed Robin's arm to make him turn around to face him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" The voice wasn't Robin's. Robin hadn't been bothered at all, especially as the only reason he had done it was because he wanted Slade to get possessive and kiss him right then and there. It was a rush. The voice belonged to a woman who was now trying to get between them while glaring up at Slade.
The mercenary wasn't in the mood and just grunted at her to get out of the way, at which point the woman started screaming. Soon several men and women were gathered around Slade, one of them hitting him with a rolled up news paper, while screaming at him that he was an abusive monster. Some had gathered around Robin asking him if he was alright and if he wanted to call the police. The teen just stood there, staring, and then burst out laughing. He could barely stand up from laughter and in the end even the mob around Slade realized that something was a bit off.
"And you just stood there!" Robin was still crying from laughter a minute or so later as Slade, quite firmly, was escorting him away from the crowd with an arm around his waist. "That old lady... hit you…!" he gasped between fits of laughter.
"Would you rather I had killed them?" Slade muttered.
"Don't be silly!" Robin snorted and then started laughing again. "The look on your face! I've never seen you looking that helpless!"
Slade, who knew perfectly that he had felt a thousand times more helpless in the presence of Robin, like after rescuing him from Jamie, just grunted. He didn't say anything, of course; he did whatever he could not to bring those memories back. Therefore he just grumbled to keep Robin entertained and steered them into the city park, away from the crowds.
Robin grinned up at the man and snuck an arm around his waist in return. This was nice. Being this close. His mind suddenly started supplying some vivid images of them being much closer, and he pulled Slade into the bushes away from the trail. The man –who might have that horniness-sensing super power after all− willingly let himself be steered, until they found a big tree he could push Robin up against. The teen grinned again when he felt Slade take back control. He loved this back-and-forth thing between them, and how easy it was nowadays. He used to feel like he needed to challenge the man before or at least object to his control even when he was content with the situation. Maybe he didn't want to seem weak or 'less manly', Robin supposed, but during their time together he had learned a lot about Slade, himself and how they worked together. Not that he didn't slip up once in a while, and the last month had been rather disruptive with all these new hormones, but-
"Hey, I'm trying to seduce you here, it's rather insulting that you zone out," Slade suddenly told him.
Robin laughed and let himself be lifted up, winding his legs around the man's waist as he was getting kissed against the tree.
"You know what I wanna try?" he then whispered breathlessly into the man's ear.
"No, but I'm pretty sure I'll be willing to do it at this point," Slade chuckled back.
"I wanna be filled… everywhere."
They made it back to the apartment in record time and two hours later Robin was staring up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe.
"It was good, then?" Slade, almost worriedly, asked beside him.
"Good doesn't cover it."
"You were having spasms."
"No fucking kidding? It was… it was… wow."
"Maybe you should piss off a moon goddess more often?" the man chuckled.
"Hell, yeah, I'm thinking of making this an annual thing," Robin only half joked. "Who knew anal could be so good even without a prostate? And the vibrations on that toy! And… Wait, why did we even have those sex toys?"
"I like being prepared."
"Being prepared for me turning into a woman?" Robin snorted.
"I didn't buy it with pussy in mind," Slade chuckled.
"What else are you hiding from me, you pervert?" the teen chuckled.
"Might be a rubber suit somewhere…" Slade joked airily, making Robin snort.
"There better not be."
"Doggy-attire?"
"No."
"Well, then I'm out of ideas and you'll just have to make do with my cock."
Robin sighed theatrically. "Oh, well… I'll try," he promised.
The next day Robin was sore but happy. They had taken it easy with the anal, with lots of stretching, but he had still been a virgin again down there. Not many days remained to the full moon so he was now busy with sorting through his female wardrobe, deciding what to throw out and what to donate to charity. He still had things which the girls had bought which he hadn't even opened yet, including the bag Starfire had said being for Slade. What he found made him grin.
Slade was in the office, he knew, keeping up with things in the real world. Both of them were getting a little bit antsy about getting back out there, but Robin had decided that he might as well remain at home for the rest of his transformation. He had told Slade that the man didn't have to stick around if he didn't want to, though, but the man had declined as well. He could still plan out some missions from home, however.
They still sparred ever day, but each session seemed to end the same way; Robin getting fucked. More or less any interaction between the two seemed to end that way, in fact. The teen had again worried that Slade preferred him like this, until he realized that he was initiating at least half, if not more, of their trysts. He knew it would be over in just a few days, so he'd better make sure to experience as much of it as possible, right? So he'd better get Slade out of that boring office, and with he'd just found that wouldn't be a problem.
"Hello, sailor. Lookin' for a good time?" Robin didn't manage to surprise Slade that often, but this time the man actually dropped his pen. The hero was leaning seductively in the doorframe, clad in the red and black bustier, matching panties and garter belt, long black stockings and high heels. The bustier pushed up his boobs very nicely and the stockings, which he had never tried to wear before, felt extra sexy on his newly shaven legs. Slade stood up. The look in his eye was hungry and Robin felt his stomach flutter.
"I might. How much?" Slade asked with a smirk.
"Oh sir," Robin said huskily and swung his hips as he walked up to the man. "I am a simple girl. I don't ask for much. What do you have to give me?" He cupped the man's groin. "Oh, my… seems you have a lot…"
"What are you prepared to do to get it?" the man asked next.
"For the right man… anything…" Robin purred, his eyelashes fluttering.
"And am I the right man?"
"Oh, yes." The teen fell to his knees in front of the mercenary and looked up at him as he started working on the man's fly. "I might just give you a taste… on the house."
This was one sexual experience that hadn't changed, and Robin still loved it just as much. It was especially exiting at time like these, when he was in a submissive mood, and he moaned appreciatively when Slade placed a hand on his head to control him even more. The man had read the situation correctly and knew to take advantage.
"That's a good girl," he purred and Robin made a keening noise in agreement. The teen worked the man's jeans and underwear down to his feet and Slade easily stepped out of them before pulling his t-shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked.
The teen was eager and very, very good so Slade soon had to stop him, however. After stepping away he picked the boy up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom, Robin snickering at the situation but playing along.
"My, my, Sir. You are quite a strong man, aren't you?" he grinned, winding his arms around Slade's neck.
"Great stamina too," Slade smirked back making Robin laugh again.
"We'll see about that," the hero teased.
At that moment his communicator started beeping.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Robin groaned and struggled to get out of the man's arms. Slade simply carried him over to the table where the communicator was.
"Make it quick," the man grunted as Robin reached for it.
"Robin here, what's up?" the teen answered.
"Hey, why's the screen off?" Cyborg's voice asked.
"Not presentable. Is there any trouble?"
"No, still really calm," Cy said. "We were wondering if you wanted to come over for a-"
"OMPFH!" Robin gasped as Slade dropped him on the bed.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, just almost tripped," Robin answered quickly. "Come over for a what?"
"Just a barbecue and then later a movie. Tonight? Slade too, of course."
Robin glanced up at Slade who shrugged and then kneeled on the bed at the hero's feet.
"That sounds fun! At what time?"
"Around six? If Slade wanna be there in time to criticize how I light the fire," Cyborg said dryly.
"I'm sure he'd love that," Robin chuckled and then gasped as the man's lips just kissed his mound through the flimsy fabric of his panties. "Have to go now, though."
"Sure, see you later then!" his friend said and they ended the call just as Slade ripped the crotch of Robin's underwear open.
"Neanderthal," Robin smirked down at him, his hands going to the bustier.
"Leave everything on," the man told him, leering like a predator.
"Well, maybe the phone call ruined the mom-ooohhh!" Robin couldn't finish the sentence as Slade apparently decided that it was his turn to show off some oral skills. And he had some skills, Robin had to admit. He had also gotten even better with all the practice. All too suddenly the man stopped, however, and rolled over on his back. He patted his thighs.
"Jump on, princess. If I'm paying I'm not doing all the work."
"Alright, but I want another taste first," Robin grinned and crawled over to suck the tip of the man's cock into his mouth. He yelped as Slade dragged his lower body on top of himself completely and then dived between the teen's thighs.
"Oh… fuck!" Robin exclaimed and scooted back. Suddenly he was more or less sitting on the man's face. The situation and the never stopping movement of Slade's tongue rushed him towards a much too early end.
"Slade! Stop! I'm gonna..! You're gonna make me-!" Robin tried to pull away, but the man just tightened his grip and the hero couldn't move an inch. "Please! I- I- AAAH!" Robin collapsed against the man's stomach, his head at the man's groin. He was too spent for the moment to even think about retaliating, though.
"Well, that was too fucking soon," he panted.
"Who says it's over?" Slade chuckled, but as Robin felt the man's grip tighten again he yelped and quickly turned around to face the man instead.
"Too sensitive! Don't you dare!" he hissed, scooting back so he was straddling the man's stomach. "Wow, I got you wet," he then snickered, looking down on Slade's face.
"Next time try not to bounce on my face. You almost broke my nose."
"Ooops. Sorry."
"Well… you enjoyed yourself," the man shrugged, his expression forcing Robin to kiss that wet face of his.
"I taste funny," he grimaced a bit as he sat back up.
"You taste perfect."
"Oh, god! Stop saying things like that! I'm going to want to do you!" Robin half groaned half laughed and scooted further back. The sensitivity had gone down and the tip of Slade's cock teased him nicely as it slipped between his folds. He reached between his legs and positioned it at his opening.
"May I bounce now, Sir?" he grinned.
"Yes, but Rob-"
"Thank you!" the teen chirped and let himself sink down the man's length. "Mmmm… Wow… this feels… wooow…"
"Robin-"
"Shhh… no talking," the teen mumbled, closing his eyes as he rode the man harder.
"But-"
"I swear to god, Slade! One more word and I'm jumping off!"
"Fine, but no blaming me later."
Robin just snorted, not understanding−nor caring− what the man was on about. He rode himself to the crest of another orgasm, and just then Slade grunted.
"Close… you… should… get off…"
"Getting off right now," Robin gasped back.
"I'll come… inside you."
"Yes!" Robin cried out, peaking. Come ins- wait? What?! Aah!"
It was too late, of course, but the feeling of something hot spreading inside him sent him over the edge yet again and it took several minutes before he realized what had just happened.
"Fuck!" he groaned, string up into the ceiling after having more or less fallen off Slade. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"I tried to warn you that you forgot about the condom," Slade told him.
"I know."
"And then I tried to pull out when-"
"I KNOW!" Robin repeated in a 'don't push me' voice. "Fuck, what if I'm pregnant?"
"Within two minutes? Not even my sperm are that quick."
"Shit! It's your sperm! Of course I'm gonna get pregnant! Holy shit!"
"I don't think-"
"You're not leaving me!" Robin sat up straight in bed and then turned to the man, grabbing his shoulders like he could hold him down with his own body. "Do you hear me!? You're not leaving me!"
"I haven't intended to."
"If I'm pregnant, I mean! You're staying with me! All the fucking way! Until the kid is eighteen! Promise me!"
"I promise, but don't panic, I-"
"Panic? I'm not panicking!" Robin panicked. "Bruce is gonna castrate you with a rusty knife! Hell, I'll help! You could have pushed me off! You could have stopped it!"
"I could, but I really don't think there will be any consequences," Slade told him.
"We need to get a pregnancy test!"
"It won't show anything for at least a week, and by then you will have already changed back."
"You're gonna stay with me if I get cancer too," Robin muttered sullenly.
"Yes, Princess."
"Or if we get twins. We're so gonna get twins."
"Yes, dear."
"I want a c-section!"
"Yes, dear."
"And I'm not gonna be a stay-at-home mom!"
"No, dear."
"And I'd like a partner who wouldn't patronize me when I'm freaked out!"
"Robin, trust me; you'll be fine." Slade told him. "Or I'll hand Bruce the rusty knife myself."
"You'd better," the teen muttered.
One week later Robin changed back with no problems. He just woke up in his old body and had to sob a little from relief. To be sure he made Cyborg take a scan of his abdomen too; just to see that there weren't any 'leftovers' but everything looked fine.
"Well… that's the end of that, then," Robin sighed happily that night. "I'll miss parts of it."
"Not the period-part I'm sure," the man smirked.
"No, absolutely not. It was kinda nice to be together just you and me for so long, though… sometimes we barely see each other for weeks."
"And let me guess… now you're tired of me?"
"Yeah, don't wanna see your face around here for another month," Robin joked. "But you're right… too much of a good thing would get... tiresome after a while. Besides, I can't wait to get out there and kick some serious ass."
"Same here. But I agree with you too; it's been a nice time. We should do this every year."
"Might be hard to get a moon goddess to-"
"I mean you and me. No matter what bodies we currently occupy."
"Scary thought. Let's stick to our own, okay?"
"All we can do in this crazy world," Slade said, "is try."
The End
A/N: funny fact: When I started this I had my period, and as I finish it I have it again… so it's taken a month, then… *lol* not that I have been constantly writing, not even close, but still.
This goes out to all my sisters out there who have really bad cramps. Personally I just need to take a pain killer in time and I'm fine… and if I miss that, I get rather bad cramps but only for about half a day. Yes, I know how lucky I am… ;)