A/N: Should be writing on my paper for university so of course I write PWP smut instead. Nothing here but us smut bunnies.

Conquest

Robin was very good at assessing situations before opening his eyes. Like now. He was comfortable enough –the sheets felt fantastic− but that feeling alone told him that this wasn't his bed. His head also throbbed with lingering pain and it was much too quiet for him to be in the Tower. There was always noise there of one kind or the other.

He thought back to the night before. He had been out, dancing, as Dick Grayson. He hadn't been drinking, not really, just a shot or two; he was always very careful about that sort of thing. He had been heading home, over the rooftops, using a jumpcord he had hidden away at the back of the club just in case he felt like taking the short route home. It was risky, as he was unmasked and in civilian clothes, but the high he got from dancing usually made him too energetic to take a cab or simply run; he needed to fly.

And flown he had done. Straight into – oh fuck – Slade. Slade had reacted like any sane man who had a teenager suddenly dropped on him would have done; he had defended himself. And as the young hero had barely seen the man before the fist came at him… well… it was a very short fight. And then he had woken up in bed heaven, for some reason. That didn't quite add up. He heard someone moving close by. Very quiet, just the faintest rustle of clothes. Slade. Robin knew it was. Was he in trouble? They weren't in outright war with the guy right now, and the teen wasn't exactly hanging from chains in a dungeon here. Not restrained at all as far as he could feel. But Slade was a dangerous man, and not to be toyed with. Unless… maybe that was exactly what Robin should do…

He stretched, yawned a little and blinked his eyes open. They widened a bit in surprise as it indeed was Slade standing by the bed, but the man was maskless. What did that mean? Robin had never seen him without his mask before and Slade wearing what looked like a grey short robe, almost a smoking jacket, and sleep pants was... well, surreal. He was still sure it really was the man, though, eye patch and all.

"Hi." Robin started and then smiled a little. "Morning."

He could see the man's left eyebrow rise minutely. Slade was surprised at the jovial greeting, and if Robin had anything to say about it the man would be even more surprised shortly.

"Good morning," he replied in his deep timbre because he was, the teen had discovered, practically a gentleman at heart. Well. One that would kill you for money, but still.

"Sooo… this is a bit embarrassing…" the hero continued. "I mean… I must have met you at Grinders last night but… sorry, I'm drawing a blank here…"

The eyebrow went up a little higher.

"I… see. I'm Wilson," the man introduced himself.

"Dick," Robin supplied and reached over to shake the man's hand. If Slade had seen him without his mask he already knew his identity, if he hadn't before. The big, callused warm hand closed around his, making the boy swoon a little. Some of it must have shown in his eyes because Slade suddenly had a bit of a smirk on his face. Robin knew how to wipe it off. "Well, I have to congratulate myself, you're quite the conquest," the teen grinned cheekily, hoping the man would feel affronted at the term. That smirk only widened a bit, though.

"It was you that practically fell at my feet," he told the boy.

Robin shrugged. "Oh, well. It's a pity, though… I don't remember… you know… us… last night." He blushed a bit against his will. He had planned on acting more self-assured but that smirk kinda broke him down.

"Nothing happened. I noticed you were a bit too drunk or high or whatever you were. I only took off your shoes and jacket," the man told him, something Robin was now discovering for himself.

"I never drink too much and I don't do drugs. Weird…" he muttered.

"Someone might have put something in your drink," Slade supplied and then raised his hands. "It wasn't me."

"I think I would have woken up if worse shape if it was," Robin nodded and then cradled the side of his head. "I have a bit of a headache though."

"Maybe you should go to a hospital?" Slade surprised the teen by suggesting. "I could call a cab? Or even come with you if you prefer? Or-" he added before Robin had the chance to answer, "we could have breakfast and see how you feel in a bit?"

"You're not kicking me out?" The teen was only half joking.

"I was hoping I still had a chance of becoming that conquest of yours," the man now fully grinned at him, "at least," he said looking just a tad more mischievous, "once you drop the memory loss thing, Robin."

"Dammit."

"Well, you had me for a bit. But if you hadn't really known what was going on, you would have been more suspicious. I know you, you would have had swab kits out by now," the man told him.

"Is it too late for those?" Robin muttered. "Why the hell did you bring me here, Slade? Is this your … home?" The idea that the man would have a normal looking apartment was strange to the young hero.

"One of them," the man shrugged. "I realized too late that you hadn't actually attacked me and I didn't want to leave you lying out there."

"Why?" Robin raised an eyebrow of his own as he asked the sardonic question.

"Looked like rain," the man answered loftily.

"Riiiight…" the teen said.

"Someone else might have found you," Slade explained further and this time Robin nodded. That he could buy.

"No one is allowed to play with your toys, huh?" he smirked and then looked properly shocked at his own words. The man just laughed, however.

"Something like that. Now, breakfast is done, the kitchen is this way." The man gestured towards the hallway.

"Maybe I'd rather take the window…?" Robin suggested.

"Interesting idea. Maybe I'd even let you." The smirk was back in place. "But I'd prefer your company."

"Voluntarily?"

"I'm not holding you prisoner."

"Oh, good, that's all I wanted to clear up, let's eat," the teen said flippantly and jumped out of bed.

Before sitting down he checked his communicator. He still had 12 hours off and it wasn't unusual that the members who weren't on duty were off somewhere nowadays. On their own or with someone. He still checked for any messages, but nothing seemed to have been happening while he was sleeping with the enemy, so to speak. He wondered if Slade had actually slept next to him or not. The thought was tantalizing but it was too embarrassing to ask.

He could leave, but inwardly snorted at the thought. There was no way he was going to let this opportunity get away from him, he was much too curious for that.

As he entered the kitchen Slade was cutting up some bread by the counter.

"Coffee or tea?" the man asked.

"Were we flirting before?" Robin countered.

"Not really a clear answer to my question, but yes," the man informed him, the ever-present smirk flashing into a grin.

"Then I need coffee," Robin decided. "Black."

"To wake you up from the nightmare?" the mercenary wanted to know.

"No, to be at the top of my game, of course!" the teen grinned.

"You got game?" the man leered back. "Prove it."

"Hey, I picked you up, I can put you right back down again!" the boy objected as he made himself a sandwich.

"You fell on me."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot the bluff was called," the young hero admitted unworriedly. "Still, is this allowed? Hero and villain having breakfast together, flirting?"

"Well, as a villain I wouldn't care, but I'm not aware of any specific laws against it," the man told him as he poured the young man a big cup of coffee.

"Didn't even know you were into guys," Robin admitted and then took a big bite of his sandwich so he wouldn't have to explain himself further.

"I make exceptions," the man shrugged, sitting down himself across the table.

"Oohhh, you're goood," Robin leered.

"You have no idea," Slade leered back and checked his watch.

"Want to show me?" the teen bravely pushed. "Unless you just realized you're late for a crime and want to throw me out?"

Slade chuckled. "I have the time if I thought you were really interested…"

"I'm not un-interested," the teen objected.

"Sleep around a lot?" the man asked, not unkindly though, more curiously.

"Actually... not so much." The teen was hesitant to tell the man the truth. Slade was clearly experienced, of course he was, and the hero hated being less… well… competent. At anything. He was quite competitive, after all, but here he had nothing to bring to the game but curiosity and enthusiasm. He had a lot of those things, though… his eyes had barely left the opening of the man's robe, drinking in the chiseled chest underneath.

"Come back when you have. I'm not a beginner model," Slade dismissed him with a short chuckle.

"What, you're like the final boss?" the hero drawled. "I could take you."

"Get under the table, take a look, and then take back those words, boy," the man dared him.

Robin didn't see that eyebrow rise this time, as he was already under the table.

He'd like to say that this type of behavior wasn't like him, but honestly… it was. It was just usually about facts and crimes, not… well… this. But it was a dare, and Robin hated backing down from those… and maybe the dare was more of an excuse to do something he was quite interested in. Robin had pulled down the elastic of the man's sleeping pants and discovered that there was nothing under it but flesh. Lost of flesh. Lots of rapidly hardening flesh. That the man was getting hard felt like a triumph for the teen, who grinned widely and gingerly closed his hand around the shaft.

"Scared yet?" Slade chuckled.

"Nu-hu," Robin denied.

"I forgot I'm dealing with a hero," the man sighed teasingly. "You aren't clever enough to know when to get scared."

"Would you like to finish this yourself?" the somewhat affronted hero wanted to know.

"No, you clearly need the practice," the man answered, making Robin snort.

"You're a horrible person," he muttered.

"Yes," the man agreed, clearly not ashamed of it. "But do you see now why you'd better sleep around a bit first before taking me on?"

"I was never one for training wheels," the young man bravely stated and then dared to lick at the tip of the shaft he had so far only caressed. Slade obviously liked that.

"Careful there little boy, or I'm throwing you over my shoulder and taking you straight back to the bedroom," the man grunted.

"I can walk," Robin chuckled and dashed out from under the table, undressing as he ran. He was so quick that he was already naked and under the sheets when Slade made it to the door opening. The teen hadn't pulled off his jeans and underwear until he was under the covers, but Slade wasn't bothered by that kind of modesty himself, though he had tugged his sleeping pants back into place.

The man didn't hurry. Instead, he moved like a predator that knew his prey had no chance of getting away. No need to rush. He shrugged off his robe and folded it over the back of a chair as Robin's fast-beating heart provided a sort of rhythm only he could hear. Next Slade chucked the slightly tented pants off, but let those fall to the floor. Robin swallowed as he took in the sight of the fully nude man who paused for just a second to pick up his cell phone from the counter and swiping over it a couple of times.

"Let's make sure we're not disturbed, huh?" the man said as an explanation and then turned his full attention to the teen.

The hero almost stopped breathing when he saw the look in Slade's eye and the leer that came with it.

"You might regret this," Slade told him as he closed in. "But I doubt I will." In a flash he had pulled Robin's sheet away, exposing him. The teen gasped but forced himself not to cover up. He yelped, however, when the man grabbed his legs as he climbed onto the bed, spreading them and settling down between them, drawing their groins together.

"Hey, you know what foreplay is, don't you?" Robin asked, a bit worried that the man would try to just push right into him.

"I have no idea," the man smirked. "Enlighten me."

Even though the hero knew that Slade was joking he was quite taken aback by the request and hesitated badly. "Well, it… normally includes things like… kissing."

"Is that so, how strange…" the man chuckled and placed his hands on either side of the boy's shoulders, hovering above him. Robin again got the impression of a predator, this time about to take the first bite. "Here?" the man then asked and dived down, kissing the teen's neck.

Robin made a rather undignified little sound, followed by a gasp from the sensation. The fact that this was Slade's lips touching his skin, his beard scratching him, made it all much more exciting. Surreal, still, but exciting. Robin wasn't just lying there either, his hands and even legs were very busy, clinging to the man, exploring, grinding. He stilled completely, however, when the man's lips met his for a real kiss. How something this wrong could feel this right was astonishing.

He noticed the man reaching for something and jumped a little a moment later at a cold sensation on his abdomen.

"I only have lotion," the man told him. The tone of his voice didn't really seem to be looking for approval, it was just a statement, but Robin, who had no references regarding how well lotion would work, nodded.

"O-okay," he half gasped, half stuttered.

Once Slade had deposited an ample amount of the cream on the teen's stomach, he tossed the bottle aside and used his hand to scoop some up from the easy-access supply. Robin glanced down nervously as he saw the lotion being generously smeared on the shaft, and then he tensed as Slade got in position.

"Wait-!" he started.

The man smirked at him and grabbed the teen's leg, hoisting it over his shoulder for better access. "Scared?" Slade teased him.

"No!" the stubborn part of him snapped back before the more sensible part took over. "But you're not gonna…? I mean… at once?"

"Told you I was too much for you," the man leered.

Robin glared at him. He equally wanted to tell the man to go ahead and to get away from him. It was somewhat confusing. Slade just chuckled and bent down over him, kissing him again. Robin enjoyed that, although he was feeling a bit crushed and folded in two, and barely felt the pressure against his opening increase until it was too late.

"OW!" It was Slade expressing the pain, drawing back. "You bit me."

"I don't think you get to complain in comparison," Robin groaned, trying to get used to the intrusion.

"You're going to regret that," the man said darkly, making the teen's eyes widen and his heart beat a little faster. Slade's eye still had a faint glitter to it, though, so Robin hoped he didn't quite mean it. A moment later he was convinced the man was indeed trying to kill him… but strangely he didn't mind that much.

He did slightly mind giving up control to Slade. Being dominated had always intrigued him, and yes; some of the pleasure he was feeling was probably because of that, but… it was still Slade. A man he had tried to best since they first clashed together.

Then again… Robin thought, he IS servicing me… that notion helped the teen to take at least mental control of the situation again.

"You look way too smug for being fucked this hard," Slade told him a moment later.

"What? You're doing a decent job, I'm just enjoying myself," Robin grinned back. "Now, don't slow down, you have a bit more stamina, righ-OH-SHIT-NOT-THAT-FAST!" After the man had slowed down again, smirking while now fucking him at a bit more human pace, Robin rolled his eyes but surrendered. Maybe mouthing off to the man in this particular situation wasn't the best idea. Like maybe make sure none of Slade's body parts were inside you before you gave him lip. Good solid life advice right there. Still, the villain clearly knew what he was doing and was good at it to boot, at least as far as Robin could tell, because the teen was quickly climbing towards the peaks of release. He met each thrust, clinging to the man with both arms and legs, angling himself so every stroke hit just right. He was almost at the top when his communicator went off.

It was the emergency alarm, the high alert one, and he couldn't ignore it, not even for a second. His left hand grabbed his discarded jeans and a moment later the com was in his hands.

"Robin?!" he answered.

"Rob!" Came Cyborg's voice through the speaker, "Slade's attacking a shipment of tech down by the harbor right now! We're going in!"

"S-Slade?" Robin's voice cut out both because of surprise and the fact that the accused man hadn't slowed down for even a second and was still hitting very interesting places inside him. "You sure?" he added, glancing up at the man in question, who was smirking back, giving a sort of shrug like he was half willing to admit that he was currently robbing a truck.

"No visual, but lots of bots. You close?"

"Not really. And… in civilian clothes… I'll… try to… get there… Be careful!" Robin added, trying hard to breathe.

"Will do, but then we won't expect you. Cy out!" his friend said, ending the call.

"You bastard!" Robin snarled at Slade. "Ughn…" he added in a stifled moan as those peaks were still coming closer. "You planned this?!"

"Not really, no." The man sounded like he was having a light conversation over tea. "I was out scouting one last time yesterday when you 'jumped' me and the programming for the robots was all set up. I just figured that if I could convince you to stay, there would be a greater chance of success."

Robin made a very frustrated sound but that was also cut short by more sounds of pleasure.

"I hate you," he growled in a rather defeated way.

"Want me to stop? You could get there a few minutes earlier?" Slade asked him, ever-present smirk and all.

"Don't you dare," Robin muttered and started meeting the man's thrusts again. "Get me off, you owe me that much."

"As you wish," the man chuckled and picked up the pace a bit more.

"Unggh!" Robin groaned again. "Yes… just… like… that…!"

Slade was obviously taking his time, though, driving the boy to the edge only so slow down again, although the teen's legs wrapped harder around him to urge him on. Still, Robin enjoyed when the man kissed him, every part of him it seemed, from his nipples to his lips via his very sensitive neck, so he couldn't find it in himself to really complain.

In the end it started to become too much for his frazzled senses, however. "Please… please… please…" he panted with each thrust. "Slade! Please! Ah! Fucking…. please!"

The man seemed to agree that it was time and this time drew them truly over the edge, Robin's nails leaving red marks down the man's shoulder blades as a result.

When the young hero came back to himself he was still breathing hard, Slade still on top of him, still inside him, heavy breaths against his neck.

"… Good… job…" Robin finally found enough air to say.

"You too," the man replied, a small chuckle following the statement.

"Gotta go kick robot-ass," Robin continued, not sounding very committed to the task.

At that moment Slade's phone beeped.

"Mission accomplished," the man told him smugly.

"Dammit." Robin again didn't put that much emphasis on the word.

"Well, as you have nowhere to be…?" the man suggested and kissed his neck.

"I'm not doing this again," Robin muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes. He was so sleepy he could almost think he'd been drugged if he hadn't experienced the same feeling after nightly self-pleasuring session.

"You can't be convinced?" the man asked and kissed his chest this time, as the arm was in the way.

"No."

"How disappointing," Slade told him just as his lips landed just above the teen's navel.

"Not gonna happen," Robin told him again, but now his breathing had gotten a little faster.

"I understand," the man agreed and moved further down, planting a kiss, followed by a little lick, just above the teen's pubic area.

"Well… when you put it like that…" The hero gasped, about ready to be swayed.

"I think my arguments are quite valid," the villain told him as his lips found a part of Robin that had already made the executive decision to join in and was happily standing up to greet him.

"Yeah… yeah… I'm… almost... convinced…" Robin agreed, almost afraid to breathe, hoping that the man would go through with his unvoiced promise. And he did. And the teen enjoyed it way too much. Hence it didn't last long at all.

"I don't know if that was more embarrassing for you or more of a testimony to my abilities," Slade chuckled, wiping the corner of his mouth where a drop of the boy's seed was trying to escape.

"Yeah, yeah, you're good at sucking cock," Robin smirked up at him.

"Of course I am," the man smirked back, clearly refusing to take the comment as the jibe it was meant to be. "Let's see how good you are at being a bitch."

"Wha- WHOHA!" Robin yelled out as the man simple flipped him around on his stomach. "Hey!" he objected as his hips were grabbed and pulled upwards.

"Ass up, head down, that's a good little bitch," the man purred.

"You- ah! Cold!" the feeling, Robin realized a moment later, came from more lotion being poured between his cheeks. "I'm only letting you do this because I'm curious," he muttered, having just come to an understanding with himself about this.

"I can satisfy that curiosity and many more like it," the man told him and grinded up against him, his hard shaft just sliding between the teen's cheeks for now.

"Nope, after this I'm not curious about anything else," the teen snorted, thinking he was telling the truth.

"Really?" Slade chuckled and leaned forwards over him, whispering in his ear. "How about how it would feel like to ride me? Or me holding you up, fucking you against the wall? Or in the bath? How about what my tongue would feel like inside you?"

Robin let out a little whimper at the last one, and not only because the man had found his target and was relentlessly pushing in.

Slade chuckled again. "See? I can keep you curious for a long time."

"I might… ask… someone… else," Robin groaned and panted, his cock hard, weeping and loving it, his mind against struggling with the fact that he wasn't punching the man in the nose.

"You could. And then come back to me and I'll show you how it's really done," the man told him smugly as he snapped his hips forward.

Robin didn't bother to dignify that with an answer. Also, he wasn't sure how to speak. One of the man's big hands were still gripping his hip firmly, but the other had snuck down and found the teen's cock, stroking and teasing it in time with his thrusts. Robin felt like a rag doll but found just enough strength to push back, setting the pace a little faster.

They both should have lasted longer this time, especially Robin, who had already come twice, but Slade didn't seem interested in dragging it out as before so soon the teen was screaming out his appreciation for this new pastime into Slade's pillow, gripping and almost tearing those lovely sheets as he did.

"You're heavy," the teen pointed out a minute later. As the man lifted himself up, however, the teen grabbed his arm. "Didn't say you could move," he added, in a sleepy but utterly content voice.

"I have to go take a look at today's winnings," the man told him with a chuckle, but as Robin had before he didn't sound like he was in a hurry.

"You do, do you?" the teen asked.

"Yes."

Robin pushed his ass back, up against the man's groin.

"Right now?"

"Well, I should-" the man began, but the teen had started to grind his behind against his length, squeezing it with his butt cheeks.

"Well, that's too bad… I needed a shower…" Robin sighed innocently.

"We might have time for that," Slade concluded. "Like you said, it's needed."

Robin grinned to himself. He might not have won in the traditional way, but Slade was still quite a conquest…

The End

A/N: Told you. Smut bunnies. Need to get back to work.