EDIT: the file uploded weirdly, I deleted it, tried again, and it was still weird... so hopefully it will work in a bit or with this edit...
I started writing this in November, the day before my oldest cat Ramses died. I knew it was almost his time and needed to distract myself for the evening before taking him to the vet in the morning where they confirmed that he had advanced liver cancer. Since then my mother has declined and is now receiving palliative care, and a friend of mine, a fellow sladin-reader, has lost her beloved dog, so… distraction. Distraction is good. You might want to eye through the first Conquest drabble to catch up, first, though…
Conquest 2: Continuation
There was a beep from his communicator. Not a call, just a little alarm he had set to remind himself that his twenty four hours off duty was soon at an end. He sighed and rolled out of the bed, the amazing sheets not feeling that amazing anymore and in dire need of a wash. Hell, Slade would probably have to boil them to get rid of all the DNA.
"You're leaving?" the man in question, still in the bed, asked.
"Gonna try to stop me?" the teen idly inquired while looking for his clothes.
His answer was a gruff laugh from the bed. "Don't think I could if I wanted to. You wore me out, kid," the villain let him know.
Robin glanced at the man over his shoulder. Slade had sat up, leaning against the pillows, and the glint in his eye told the boy that the man might not be completely honest.
"You're flattering me." Robin smirked.
"A little. Still, that was one hell of a ride."
"Really was." The smirk turned into a grin that when vanished. "It can't happen again."
Slade folded his arms behind his head, Robin noticing the muscles bulging and swallowed.
"Why not?" the man wanted to know.
"Weeeell… hero," Robin pointed at himself. "Villain," he added, pointing to Slade. "Also, you robbed a truck while fucking me. What will it be next time?"
"I don't know, any ideas?" the man smirked.
"Yeah, no." Robin snorted, rolling his eyes as he pulled on his underwear. He'd need a shower or three when he got home, the one he and Slade had taken a few hours ago was a rather moot point at this stage.
"A hero with no sense of adventure, huh?" Slade challenged him, a lazy smile on his lips.
"No, just sense," the teen grinned. "Seriously, it's been great, but… you know…"
"I know." The man gave a small shrug and nod.
"But hey, if you ever feel like turning a new leaf..?" the teen said hopefully.
The man chuckled hollowly."If you ever feel like joining the dark side…?" he countered.
"Well, my suggestion was about you being a better man, me getting worse is not the same thing," Robin objected, but teasingly. They both knew there wasn't any great hope for this to work out.
As soon as he arrived back at the tower Robin gathered the other Titans in the living room. They looked quite downtrodden.
"We blew it, the Slade-bots got away," Beast Boy muttered, ears drooping, obviously waiting for a scolding from his leader.
"I know," Robin said lightly, waving the whole thing away with a gesture.
"Um… how?" Cyborg wanted to know, but his black-haired friend just shook his head.
"Not important. Guys… I fucked the worst possible person in Jump."
"But… you are the gay?" Starfire asked. "So why did you have the intercourse with Kitten?"
Robin made a disgusting face. "No, not her! But… worse, actually. Maybe. Slade."
"The hell?" Cyborg gaped. Raven, who hadn't said anything yet, was still quiet but three light bulbs in the room just happened to explode.
"You can kick me out from the team for this, but hear me out, ok? Well… I actually don't have any good reason for it, but still… hear me out." Robin went through the bullet points of the night before and the morning after, so to speak, but didn't add any details of course.
"Man, I knew you talked about… well… finding someone to… you know… do it with," Cyborg said, referring to a rather raunchy talk the Titans had had late one night after a truth or dare type game. "But… Slade?"
"I know, I know… I didn't plan it, though!" Robin defended himself. "And when he was just there, then… well."
"Was he any good?" Raven suddenly wanted to know, a small smirk on her lips.
Any good…. Robin suddenly remembered the girth, the friction, the lips, that tongue, and-
"Robin..? ROBIN!"
"Huh?"
"That good, huh?" Beast Boy snickered.
"What?" the Boy Wonder asked.
"You're even still grinning," Raven pointed out.
The Boy Wonder quickly schooled his features into a more appropriate expression; one of shame. "I wanted to tell you guys as soon as I could. It won't happen again, of course, it was just… temporary madness… but it's up to you to decide if… you know… you want me here anymore."
"You told the truth," Starfire said softly.
"Yeah, if you had been sneaking around with this…" Beast Boy added.
"Guys, I know this sounds crazy, like… really crazy," Cyborg started, "but… I mean… if Robin was going to lose it to someone, I'm almost glad it was someone we… know…? You know?"
Robin himself gaped at that comment, but after a moment's consideration the others all shrugged and nodded.
"Not just some random dude," BB agreed. "Yeah."
"Slade is a worthy mate," Starfire said.
"Wrong side, though," Raven pointed out.
"Which is why it will never happen again!" Robin said quickly.
"Well… then I guess we're cool?" Cyborg concluded looking around the team.
"Really?" Their leader's voice was full of relief and gratitude.
"Really. But we will lord this over you at every opportunity, of course," the metal teen smirked.
"Of course," Robin grinned, feeling he had deserved so much worse than that.
That night he woke up from the hottest wet dream he had ever had. He cleaned up, fell back asleep and woke up in the same way just a few hours later. As the days crawled by he found that he thought about Slade much more than he wanted to. Everything reminded Robin of the man, from songs to hot underwear models (who couldn't compare to his fantasies). It didn't help that the local newspaper were running a 'who's who in the world of crime' and had an article, consisting mostly of pictures as they didn't have many facts, of the villain in question.
"Ok, stop!" Cyborg told him over breakfast that morning.
"Huh?" Robin looked up at him, having been miles away. Well, one mile exactly, ten floors up. "I'm just reading!"
"There's nothing to read, and your finger has been circling his groin for the last couple of minutes," his friend pointed out.
Robin yanked his hand away and then pushed the paper towards Raven, who arched an eyebrow at him.
"Do you have the crush?" Starfire asked curiously.
"No! No, it's just…"
"He was that good?" Raven smirked.
"Ew," Beast Boy said. "It's too early for sex talk."
"Sorry, I just… I'm obsessing a bit. I'll stop," Robin said.
"Yes, because that's how obsession works," Cyborg said sarcastically, before he shrugged and added: "Maybe you do need to sleep with someone else."
"Would that not make Slade be upset?" Starfire asked innocently.
"We don't care about that," Robin snorted. "Slade and I aren't together, and no, I don't think he'd care."
The alarm then started blaring and Cyborg had first access to the information. "Well, looks like you're gonna get to ask him yourself," he said. "Slade bots in the industrial area."
"Titans, go!" Robin called to battle, but maybe a bit less enthusiastically than usual.
Robin had destroyed five bots when he spotted their creator and let the team know about it. Slade was standing on a nearby roof and the teen used his jump-cord to get up there. He knew something was odd when the man simply moved out of the way to let him land.
"Ok, so what's up?" the teen growled suspiciously.
"Missed me?" the man asked teasingly.
"No!"
"Oh, so I guess it was just me, then." The man said it so offhandedly that it might be a joke or the most honest thing he had ever uttered. It was impossible to tell but it left the teen slightly stunned.
"Sure," was all he could say.
"I wanted to talk to you privately, but your friends are heading this way." The villain had a bit of regret in his voice. "Don't worry, I won't out you to them."
"Oh, they know about us," Robin said.
Slade straightened up. "Is that so?" The teen couldn't place that tone of voice, and not being able to see the man's face didn't help.
"Yeah, I'm not gonna go behind their back."
"Or come behind their back," the man chuckled, making Robin's lips twitch involuntarily into a quick grin.
"Reminiscing?" Cyborg asked, getting dropped next to his leader by Beast boy. A second later the Titans were all there, lined up, vary but not attacking, awaiting orders or further development.
"What do you want, Slade?" Raven asked dryly.
"Oh, we know what he wants!" Beast Boy piped up.
"We have been informed that you are most proficient at making intercourse!" Starfire, who obviously thought some kudos were deserved, said.
"…Star…" Robin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, it takes two to tango," Slade chuckled, and Robin felt his ears turn a very unattractive shade of red.
"Oh, so you did the dance as well?" the alien princess wanted to know.
"It's an expression," Raven explained. "He's saying Robin was good too."
"That was nice of you Slade. Now please seize your illegal activity or we will not be able to be friends," Starfire said firmly.
"Currently I'm not actually doing anything," the man told them.
"You triggered the alarm of this building," Cyborg pointed out.
"Well, Robin didn't give me his phone number."
"Cute," Robin himself spoke up. "Don't trust him, he might be distracting us. Cy, scan for more bots."
"Doing it as we speak. All seems clear."
"So Titans… what do you want in exchange for your leader for the night?" Slade then asked.
"Hey!" Robin objected but was interrupted by Beast Boy.
"What do you mean? Like… you'll buy us a thousand pizzas?"
"Done," Slade nodded.
"Stop," Raven said, to Robin's joy as the young man himself had lost the ability to speak. "We don't want pizzas."
"We don't?" the changeling asked.
"You can't eat a thousand pizzas, BB," Raven said patiently.
"I can't?"
"No," the young woman turned back to the villain. "How much of an influence do you have on the criminal world here in Jump?" she asked.
"Substantial," Slade claimed, unabashed.
"Then let's see. It's Thursday today. If you can keep crime at an all time low until next Saturday, you can take Robin out. And that includes your crimes."
"Good idea," Cyborg grinned. "Vacation time!"
"You're all my pimps now?" Robin groaned.
"…and then the pimps take most of the proceeds from the prostitute in exchange for so called 'protection', " Slade finished his explanation to Starfire.
"I see…" the alien said, "Then… yes, Robin, I assume we are the pimps?" she added.
Robin had not stopped pinching the bridge of his nose and he might get a bruise if this continued.
"This is madness," he muttered.
"But maybe what you need?" Raven suggested.
"Yeah, fuck him again, find out he's just average, move on," Cyborg agreed.
"And then go date someone with a working moral compass," Beast Boy piped up, taking half a step back when Slade glared at him.
"Yes, Robin was suggested to do the intercourse with other people," Starfire let Slade know. "Would that be a good idea?"
"No," Slade let her know. "I think that would be a very bad idea indeed," the man pierced Robin, who had looked up in terror at his friend's question, with a look.
"I… I wasn't... I … I was… They just… It was Cyborg who… WE'RE NOT DATING! I CAN SLEEP WITH WHOEVER I WANT!"
"Good thing you want to sleep with me," the man sounded smug.
"Right now I'm not very tempted," the teen muttered. "I'm not fond of people deciding things over my head."
Slade raised his hands in a somewhat calming gesture. "I understand. I apologize. This was a joke that maybe went a bit far. I will do my best to keep things quiet in Jump until next Saturday anyway, a show of good-will you might say. No strings attached. Mind you, I don't have perfect control, especially of lesser criminals and none, of course, over random one-time crimes, but I will let the major players know."
"Oh." Robin was a bit stunned again. "Thanks."
The week went by with barely a hitch, but now it was Saturday and Slade hadn't gotten in touch. Robin had expected him to, but of course that wasn't the reason for the teen now standing on the roof across from the man's apartment. No, he had just happened to be in the area. It was dark in there, maybe it was abandoned.
"Just dropping by?"
Robin gasped and spun around, pressing a hand to his heart. "You scared me!" he blurted out.
"Your focus was elsewhere. Dangerous," Slade told him. The man wasn't wearing his uniform, just blue jeans and a dark blue long sleeved shirt, which was tight enough to distract the teen further. "My eye is up here," the man said dryly.
"Sorry!" Robin's eyes snapped back to an appropriate level.
"I've been thinking of what you said. You might be right. This is probably a bad idea," the man told him, making Robin's heart sink a bit.
"Yeah, probably," he mumbled.
"I get pretty obsessive about things I can't have," the man admitted. "The four-year old in me, I assume."
"Heh, I know the feeling," the teen chuckled.
"It's dangerous to feed your obsessions."
"So it is."
Robin didn't know who made the first move, but the next moment they were kissing like their lives depended on it. Ten minutes later they were in the apartment, stripping each other. Two hours after that Robin was flat on his back just grinning stupidly at the ceiling.
"Oops. I think we slipped up," Slade deadpanned.
"Bad us," Robin agreed.
"Surprisingly week wills," the man confirmed.
"You don't have any crimes going on right now, right?" the teen asked.
"Nope. Not until tomorrow," the man told him.
"Good. Shit… this can never happen again…"
"Where did I hear that before?"
"I know! I know, but… damn. I mean… you're fine with fighting me after this, or…?"
"I was rather hoping you wouldn't be comfortable fighting me and then I wouldn't have to," Slade shrugged.
"But I have a city to protect!"
"Well, it could be worse, you know…"
"How?" Robin sighed, not seeing any light at the end of the tunnel.
"I could be a Trump supporter."
Robin burst out laughing. "Well, you got me there."
"Got you here too," the man smirked and rolled on top of him.
"Finally rested up, old man?"
"Oh, you're in trouble now," said old man playfully growled.
"I'm counting on it," the teen snickered.
Thirty minutes later.
"Ok, but now this can't happen again," Robin panted.
"You didn't enjoy riding me?"
"You know what I mean!"
"Yes, but I've half stopped listening…"
"You're horrible."
"Yes, rather. Not in bed, though. Lucky you."
"I wish you were horrible at crimes, that way you could be something more upstanding like a banker or a lawyer."
"Never been so insulted in my life," the man huffed, while the teen snickered.
"I shouldn't try to change you," Robin said, more serious this time. "You're you. I knew what you were when I agreed to this whole thing. You're making it damn complicated by being you, though."
"Sorry," the man chuckled, not sounding sorry at all. "Any regrets?" Now his voice was a bit more serious.
Robin sighed and hesitated. "No, not really," he eventually said. "I mean… how could I regret sex that good?"
"You're such an insightful and intelligent young man," the man told him, making the hero laugh.
"I should go. It's not even my day off," he then sighed.
"How often do you have days off?"
"Twenty-four hours every other week… and any down time, of course, so the last week has been… nice."
"Maybe I could take twenty four hours off every now and then too… even arrange some general downtime..." Slade suggested.
"Tempting… but then I'll meet someone, a guy I wanna date, and you'll create hell –literally, knowing you− out of spite."
"I'm not that possessive."
"You don't share your toys, remember?" Robin chuckled.
"So your suggestion is just to not do this again?" Slade asked. "Again?" he added to point out that it was a tried and failed method.
"That doesn't seem to work either…" the teen sighed. "Maybe we should go on a date…? Get to know each other? We'll find out we're really different, we won't be as attracted to each other anymore, and this whole thing will just die down naturally?"
"We could try that…" Slade nodded thoughtfully. "But how about our jobs?"
"Yeah…" Robin hesitated and then failed to continue. He wasn't to give the man an ultimatum during those hours or days but that fell within the lines of changing him… so he couldn't.
"I assume me committing crimes while we're at dinner is a bit of a turn off?" the man pushed.
"Slightly, yeah, sorry," Robin shrugged and grinned a little. "I mean… screw stuff, you know, but if those bots of yours hurt someone and I condoned what you were doing…. yeah, no."
"I understand. Very well, let's try for a month. I'm guessing you can still get some nights off? I'll let the H.I.V.E and the others know that I'd appreciate some peace and quiet from the more unnecessary hijinx, though Red X is not included there."
"He's not? Why?"
"He told me playing nice for a week gave him hives and he almost didn't make rent money, so he basically said that he'd rather have his balls cut off than do that again."
"Shit, where did you bury him?!" Robin asked, wide-eyed.
"Still alive and kicking. I rather like his spunk."
The teens blue eyes suddenly darkened. "Are you and he…?"
"No."
"Never?"
"Never," the man smiled.
"Good. No one plays with my toys either," Robin muttered and then grinned a little. "So how did that made you feel?"
"Not that bad, actually…" Slade chuckled, causing the teen to blush. "But you're gonna run this by your team first?"
"Of course."
"Good. You were right about that… it's better for both of us if they know."
"I'm always right."
"Wouldn't go that far," the man snorted. "But not keeping us a secret makes you more relaxed and your team less likely to try to kill me."
"Yeah, that's one flaw… I have to talk to them about that…" Robin smirked and then sat up in bed. "I should go, though- Oh!" The teen yelped in surprise as the man simply caught him around his middle and dragged him down on the bed again, spooning him. "Or not…?" he added dryly.
"The night is still young," Slade said and kissed his neck.
"You're too needy," Robin huffed but felt rather pleased with it all.
"Immensely," the man said and pushed his groin against the hero's ass, letting him feel exactly how needy.
"You're going to wear me out before our first date," the teen complained, though feeling himself respond as well.
"You could use your mouth this time?"
"Yes, but in that case, you need to shower first," Robin pointed out.
"I'm too comfortable on the bed, I'm just going to fuck you then," Slade told him lazily, making the teen laugh.
"Okay, one more time, but then I'm hitting the shower. Alone," he agreed.
Half an hour later Robin was, indeed, alone in the shower, when he heard his communicator ring. It wasn't an alarm tone, just a normal ring tone meaning his friends most likely just wanted to know when he'd be back. He was busy shampooing his hair, however, but didn't want to worry them by not picking up.
"Slade? Could you answer that? Say that I call them back in five!"
"You sure?" the man asked.
"Yes, or they will be crashing through the window any moment!"
Robin heard the man answer.
"Slade. No, he's in the shower. Yes. Shower."
Robin muttered about the man giving that detail but assumed his team would ask where he was either way.
"Because he was dirty." Pause. "From sex." Pause. "Yes, with me." Pause. "I assume he only told his team, then?"
"WAIT!" Robin yelled. "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO!? GET IN HERE!"
Slade obeyed, grinning, holding the communicator up and with the face display activated too. Robin usually had that feature turned off, but now he was meeting the twitching eyes of the man on that screen. "Holy shit, Batman…" the teen groaned, covering himself up with a towel.
"May I speak to you alone, Robin?" the Dark Knight asked coldly.
"Yes, Sir," the teen almost cried, shooing the quietly chuckling villain out of the bathroom. "Yes, Sir?" he added to the screen once the door was closed.
"Don't 'sir' me, what the hell are you doing?" Bruce growled.
"Well… it was a… this thing happened… and… I fell… and… then… and he…. and then… the team… and…"
"Are you on drugs?" the man's voice now got a hint of concern in it.
"No! No, I'm just… a bit… stunned."
"Your team knows about this?"
"Yes."
"Are you doing this of your own free will?"
"Oh, yes! I mean, yes. Sir."
Batman sighed deeply, like someone being tried one too many times in life. "That was Deathstroke the Terminator."
"Yes," Robin agreed, having found out the man's other alias from intense research he had done since he first saw his face.
"You're not undercover? This isn't part of some… case?"
"Sorry, no. Batman, this just… happened."
"You said so already, yes."
"It's just sex…"
"Makes me feel better," the man muttered sarcastically.
"It's like you and Cat Woman!"
"Selina will kill me for this, but she's not quite in the same… league… as Deathstroke when it comes to nastiness," the man told him seriously. "Slade is dangerous, Robin."
"I know that."
"Let me guess; it makes it better?" the man drawled.
Robin blushed a bit. "Well… maybe. A bit. But he's… kinda great. Funny. Smart."
"By all that's holy, don't fall in love with him!" Bruce warned him.
"Of course not!" Robin snorted, though he felt a bit guilty that he didn't feel as confident as he tried to sound.
"Dammit, you already are, aren't you?" the man sighed. "Be careful, Robin… I don't know if you're in more danger if he doesn't care for you or if he does…"
"Me neither, actually…" Robin said, blinking at the realization. "But it's okay, Batman, we're… just playing around. We're setting some rules, too. Things in Jump might calm down a bit, actually."
The man sighed again and shook his head. "I won't try to stop you. You're old enough to make this mistake, but if you need backup, call. At once."
"Will you tell me 'I told you so'?" Robin smiled.
"Yes. But I will also help."
"Thanks."
"Let me talk to Deathstroke."
"I… really? You have to?"
"Yes."
Robin opened the bathroom door and called out for the man, who was in the kitchen. "He wants to talk to you," the teen said ominously and held the communicator out.
"I'm actually somewhat apprehensive," the man grinned and took it. "Yes?"
"Let's talk privately, Robin doesn't need to hear this," the Dark Knight said and the teen sighed, returning to finish up his shower.
After a few minutes he returned and found the call had ended.
"What did he say?"
"The general message I think was that the Batmobile would gain new, furry, weirdly shaped mirror decorations if I hurt you," the man smirked.
"Ew. And ow."
"My reaction exactly. So I promised we'd stick to the rules. That's all I'm promising, though. I still need to make a living."
"I understand. You don't have many other talents, after all…" the boy grinned. "Well, not unless I would be fine with you being a prostitute. Which I'm not."
"Sweet. Now get out before I decide to make some money on you," the man snorted. Robin snickered as he made his way back to the tower, feeling rather good about himself.
His team was somewhat hesitant about the dating-idea.
"Will you really be able to separate business and pleasure?" Cyborg asked. "I mean… I've been down that road with Jinx and let me tell you… not easy."
"Honestly, I don't know…" Robin sighed. "I just don't know what else to do right now… but I swear that I'll do my best to stop him if we run into him committing crimes, ok?"
"You'd better, dude," Beast Boy muttered. "We need you in those fights…"
"Yes," Starfire nodded. "He always goes the easier on us when you are present."
"Don't tell Slade that," Raven warned Robin when he saw her leader grin rather evilly.
"Fine, I won't, but good to know," Robin chuckled. "Though it usually doesn't feel like he takes it easy. My bruises tend to end up with bruises…"
Everything was great for three weeks. They went on four dates, one cancelled by an emergency mission on Robin's part. They also met when they could for… more intimate activities. The teen enjoyed the quickies immensely, especially when they found some secluded place on a roof. It was a thrill beyond anything he had ever experienced.
Robin was out on patrol on his own one night, secretly hoping to run into the man though they had both agreed that it was a 'work day'. And he did. He spotted the man and changed directions to cut him off, dropping down in front of him.
"Hi!" he grinned.
Slade, however, didn't immediately relax and that second or two were noticeable to the teen. Then the man straightened up, his fists opening. "Hello, Robin."
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, I just thought I'd say hi," the teen half teased half apologized.
Slade snorted and slid his mask off. "As long as you're not working it's a pleasure," the man told him.
"Well, are you? Working?" Robin grinned.
"Just on my way back," the man claimed then closed the distance between them, tilted the teen's chin up and kissed him soundly. He then stepped away. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
Robin watched the man leave, noting that it was not in the direction of the apartment. He wanted to follow and was torn. He had his job to do, to protect the city, but he also didn't want to lose the man's trust and spy on him. In the end the hero decided as since Slade wasn't committing a crime at the moment, then Robin could get away with letting him go.
That line of reasoning fell through when the Titans got an alarm a few days later and faced the man outside a military lab on the outskirts of Jump. Slade was holding a small box in his hands and Robin knew that he couldn't let the man leave with it.
Dammit, on date night too, the teen thought bitterly to himself.
"Hand it over," he called to the man, as his friends spread out. "Please?" he added, just a bit ironically.
That made the man chuckle behind his mask. "Oh, that was sweet, Robin, but no. Sorry. This is business."
"I know. Okay. Let's do this then," the teen sighed, and glanced over at his friends. "Titans, GO!"
Robin led the attack, as he felt he should, but he focused on the parcel more than actually taking the man down. Slade needed one hand to hold onto his stolen goods, but that really wasn't as much of a handicap as it should have been. Robin experienced this first hand when a heavy boot landed a kick in his chest, making him fly. The kick wasn't nearly as hard as it could have been, but it left the teen winded, especially as he hit the ground, getting what little air he had left in his lungs knocked out of him. It apparently took him so long to get up that Slade worried.
"You ok?" the large, looming shadow above him asked, while offhandedly catching a charging Beast Boy in gorilla form and throwing him into Raven and Star, taking a step closer to dodge a blast from Cyborg.
Robin let him get closer and then his foot shot up, kicking the box out of the man's hands.
"Yep, sorry!" he grinned, jumping to his feet, hearing whoops of joy as Raven had caught the box, holding it in impenetrable dark magic.
"Good to know." Slade didn't sound angry, but Robin still worried a bit.
"Um… movie's still on, right?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Sorry about… well… sorry but not sorry, you know?"
"You have nothing to be sorry about, it was good of you and your team to be easily distracted," the man chuckled, just as Robin heard the roar of an engine. Above them, some sort of huge drone came sweeping in, and Slade jumped, grasping onto a rope dangling from it. The next moment he was gone.
"Do- do we follow?" Starfire asked.
Robin was still staring in the direction the man had disappeared. "I… no. Damn. Let's go find out what he stole," he growled.
"This is for you," Raven told him dryly after peeking into the box. It contained a pair of very silky, expensive boxers and a very suggestive note.
Robin blushed and quickly tucked both into his belt.
"He can forget about that tonight!" he muttered.
"Wouldn't that mean breaking your deal?" Raven smirked.
"Dammit…" her leader growled, realizing she was right.
The military weren't really that helpful, but what had been stolen was apparently data, something that could only be accessed from inside the compound. Slade had sent a small bot of some kind, it seemed, which had then transferred it wirelessly before self destructing.
"So he might have had the data on him after all!" Beast Boy exclaimed. "We should have stopped him!"
"We should," Robin said grimly. "Sorry," he added. "Cy, Raven, when it comes to Slade you two are in charge from now on."
"But dude, you did your job, he just tricked us!" Cyborg objected.
"I let him trick me. Next time I'll follow your lead, and if I don't… I can't be on the team anymore."
He looked around, seeing that his friends wanted to object but also seeing that they started to understand how serious this was. One after the other nodded. It was decided.
"How angry are you on a scale from one to ten?" Slade asked him outside the movie theater later that night. They were both in civilian clothes, of course, so Robin could see the grin on the man's face.
"Mostly annoyed at myself," Robin muttered, then offered the man a small smile as he slid his arms around Slade's middle. "It was just work, I'm good."
"I'm relieved," the man admitted and put an arm around the boy as well, steering him into the foyer. "But just to be sure I'm going to let you pick the movie. And I'm paying."
"Will I be able to afford the next date after we beat you?" Robin chuckled.
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," Slade said confidently.
The hero ignored the sting of annoyance he felt. If Slade wasn't confident he wouldn't be Slade. Robin made sure to pick a movie he thought they both would enjoy, which wasn't that difficult as they had similar tastes. Slade wasn't too interested in fantasy, and the hero didn't love war documentaries, but they found some common ground in the middle.
The night ended in Slade's apartment, or rather, the next day started there, with Robin hurrying into his clothes.
"Can't believe I fell asleep!" he grunted.
"I can, you rather exhorted yourself last night," the man smirked at him as he was en route to the bathroom.
"Why didn't you wake me up?!"
"I tried. You told me to let you get back to sleep or no pizza for a month. I assumed that was a serious threat."
Robin thought about it and faintly remembered someone shaking him by his shoulder.
"Ok, you're forgiven. Still, I'm on a shift and I need to get back and change before I can even start. Not good. Not good at all."
"We all make mistakes."
"Yeah, I shouldn't expect a villain to scold me in a situation like this, should I?" the teen chuckled, finally finding his left shoe.
"Scold you? Never. Unless you're late to see me, of course," the man told him. "I'll carry you into an icy cold shower next time."
"You're a darling. Gotta go, later!" Robin called over his shoulder as he was half way out the door.
The next night Robin spotted Slade when he was out on a solo patrol. The teen groaned to himself, because he couldn't ignore the man and it was very clear he was up to something as he was heading towards the Wayne Industries building of all things. The young hero followed, keeping to the shadows for now, but when the man placed something next to the steel door on the building's roof, an electronic lock override the teen bet, he couldn't stay back anymore.
"Slade stop!"
The way the man turned around told Robin that he had had no idea that the hero had been there, which made him slightly proud. The way the man's body then tensed, however, wasn't equally good news.
"Sorry, Robin. Work."
"Yes. Same." the teen answered. "And this building is REALLY off limits, I mean… seriously?"
"It contains something I need. And I don't think asking the Bat would help."
"I can't let you. Sorry."
"Robin… I am going to do this. Please go." The man's voice was insistent, almost pleading. "You can't stop me."
"I'm going to try," the teen snorted.
"I'm sorry," the man nodded. "In advance."
Robin didn't expect the punch, but he managed to just duck out of its way. He had thought the man would go about things a bit… slower, perhaps? But there were no warnings and there was no holding back. Robin thought he could maybe get to the door, destroy the override, maybe trigger an alarm, just to spoil the man's plans, but instead he was fighting for what seemed to be his life.
"I'm on a tight schedule," the man let him know as he suddenly swung around. The kick sent the teen flying, air knocked out of his chest, and it was followed by a punch almost as soon as he hit the concrete. Robin's whole system was in chock, he couldn't move, couldn't get out of the way, and suddenly his arm was grabbed and he was flipped over on his stomach.
"Romance? Now?" he ground out.
"Hardly," the man answered and then the teen felt the handcuffs. Robin tried to kick out, but the man was on top of him, and the moment he decided to just yell for help, hoping to stop the man that way, something was put over his mouth. It was shaped like surgical mask or those cloth gags from old cartoons, but it was thicker, tight, and obviously had some tech in it because as Robin screamed barely a sound filtered through.
"I'll be right back," the man above him promised and was gone.
The hero, as soon as he could breathe properly again, something the mask luckily didn't stop at all, tried to turn over. That's when he discovered that the man had chained his ankles together as well and that there was a short length of chain between his ankles and his wrists, making in very difficult to move. Difficult but not impossible. The locks almost were, though, and he had only managed to free one hand when the man returned half an hour later.
"Impressive," Slade praised him as he looked down on the young man. The villain then reached for the teen's belt.
"What-" Robin began, but his voice still couldn't penetrate the gag. His confusion must have been clear, though.
"I've activated your emergency alarm. Your team should be here in a few minutes. I'll go now, but I'll make sure you're safe until they get here." With that Slade was gone again.
It didn't take long for Starfire and Raven to reach him, with Beast Boy just behind, carrying Cy.
"What happened?" the metal teen asked as they all helped out with freeing their leader from the chains.
"Slade. He's close, spread out! Raven, see if you can feel anything?"
They found nothing, however, and Robin, who had already alerted Bruce, felt a bit lost.
"I have to tell the police that I know who did it…"he said slowly. "And I have to tell them… about the apartment."
"They won't get involved, you know them," Raven snorted. "They leave the super villains to the super heroes most of the time."
"And wouldn't giving up your 'love nest' kinda suck?" Beast Boy asked.
"All of this kinds sucks," Robin muttered and tenderly touched his stomach where a bruise was forming. His whole chest was a bruise, in fact. He was damn glad the man had been holding back in the past and never really wanted to harm him even now.
At around three that night Robin woke up when someone's pressed a hand to his mouth.
"MPFF!" he cried out as he tried to struggle free from his sheets.
"Calm down, it's me."
"What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in?" Robin asked Slade, who was still in full uniform, including mask.
"I let myself in. I came to make sure you were alright." The man slid his mask off, like he had just realized that he was wearing it.
"Never better," the teen muttered, his hand absentmindedly touching the bruising.
Slade's gloved hand joined it, gingerly.
"I had to take you down hard and fast. I didn't have a choice. I couldn't risk this job."
"If there's an apology in there somewhere it's buried damn deep," the teen growled.
The man chuckled and shrugged. "You told the cops it was me, I heard."
"Yes."
"And I have to abandon my apartment."
"Yes." Robin tried not to look or feel guilty.
"Anything else I should know?"
"The Justice League is on high alert. They will probably piece together what you have stolen and figure out what you are up to." The young man couldn't help but gloat just a little.
"Why won't you figure it out?"
Robin gave the man a dark look. "Because the military refuses to talk to us… and Wayne industries are apparently still trying to work out what you stole tonight."
"Well, they are idiots, clearly," the man snorted.
Robin smirked. "Trying to cheer me up?"
"Well, I'm rather annoyed about the apartment."
"It was work. I couldn't hold that information back."
"But that crossed over the line to the pleasure part of our relationship," the man pointed out. "It got personal."
Robin groaned in frustration, rolled over and punched his pillow, kicking his sheets all the way off as he did. "I hate this! I fucking hate this!" he growled, and hit the pillow again. "I don't know what to do," he added, rather unhappily, and buried his face into the pillow instead of abusing it. He expected Slade to say something, but when a few seconds had passed Robin raised his head and glanced back. Slade's eye was staring intently, but at something much further down than Robin's face. The teen followed the stare and realized that he had fallen into bed naked.
"Oh, come on, you've seen my ass before! Get over it!" he snorted irritably.
"I'd rather," Slade began, his voice deepening into a tone the teen was quite familiar with by now, "come over it." The words were followed by a rather cheeky grin.
Robin groaned and buried his head in the pillow again, but the man's voice had done its work and the young man lifted his head, sighed and then patted his own ass. "Get on, then," he muttered.
The man behind him chuckled, but the teen smirked to himself when he heard how armor and clothes started hitting the floor rather rapidly. Soon a hot, large body were covering his, and after handing the man some lotion Slade decided to slather Robin's crack with the stuff and just leisurely letting his cock slide between the cheeks. The teen chuckled at this.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Letting the buns getting used to the sausage," the man replied playfully and kissed his neck. Though he laughed, Robin's own hips started grinding against the mattress; he was unable to keep them still.
"Still angry?" he asked lightly.
"Abating surprisingly quickly," the man admitted, making the teen chuckle again. "You?"
"Same. I think. Don't ask me while I'm horny," he complained.
"We'll never speak again, then," the man concluded.
"Not if it goes for you too," Robin shot back.
"We'll lead a quiet, happy life," the man concluded as he kissed his way from one side of Robin's neck to the other. That made the teen moan and raise his hips invitingly.
"Please, fuck me already?" he begged.
"Are you going to be a good boy from now on then?" Slade asked.
"No?"
"That's what I wanted to hear," the mercenary claimed with a chuckle, and slowly sank into him.
"Mmmmmmmhhh… Ah, god!" the teen sighed happily, and tried his best to thrust back. Slade seemed very content in just lying on top of him, fucking him slowly, though. "Feels soooo goood," Robin mumbled into his pillow.
"M-hmm," Slade agreed above him.
"Please do this forever," the hero sighed, very content.
Forever is a long time, though, and eventually both reached the state where they just needed to come, which meant a much higher tempo and harder thrusts, and, just like that, it was over.
"We're… so… damn… good… at… this," the teen panted.
"We are," Slade agreed, still pinning the young hero down by resting on top of him.
Reality started seeping back into the teen's mind, and Robin didn't like it one bit.
"What are we going to do?" he mumbled.
"Right this moment or in general?"
"In general. I know what I'm doing right now; not moving," Robin stated.
"Same."
"Well, actually, I would breathe easier if you could just…?" the teen suggested, and then took a deep breath of much needed air as the man grudgingly rolled off him. Robin rolled after him, though, keeping close, just not crushed.
"Thought you said you wouldn't move?" the man teased him.
"Just not ready to stop touching you," the teen practically purred and grinned up at the man as he molded himself to his side.
"Well, I know when I'm lucky so I'm shutting up," Slade let him know, making Robin chuckle. "But how are your bruises?"
That reality put a more somber look on the teen´s face. "They are ok," he said and then paused. "You'll have to do it," he added, almost in a whisper.
"Do what?" Slade wanted to know.
Robin sighed, clinging tighter to the man. "You… need to end this. I've tried. I'm not strong enough. You need to be the one that walks away."
"At the first bump in the road?"
"Well, I felt those 'bumps' pretty clearly, and you lost an apartment. What will it be next time?" Robin muttered, touching his bruises again.
"We'll adjust the rules. Make them clearer," Slade suggested.
"We'll end up with rules that say that I can't stop you and you can't commit crimes and then neither of us will be happy…. Or, well… we both will be, maybe… it's confusing," Robin sighed. "What I meant is that soon the rules would force us to change and we were against that, right? I know I am."
"Me as well."
"You wouldn't even agree to not to work within Jump borders?" the teen tried.
"Jump has many interesting opportunities."
"Dammit," the hero sighed. "And I can't let you get away; if I know where you are…"
"So are you calling the JL right now?"
"No, of course not!"
"Why?"
Robin hesitated. "Because… this is the pleasure part…?"
"Where do you draw the line, then? The second I leave?"
"I… I don't know! That's why this is so hard and impossible!" the teen exclaimed.
"…Hard…?" Slade purred and got a look of disgust back.
"Don't even."
"Very well," the man shrugged. "If you don't want to fuck we're back to trying to solve this."
"…. maybe we can fuck a little?" Robin muttered and then sighed again. "I… you decide."
"What? Between fucking and…?" Slade was intelligent, but not a mind reader.
"No! Just… decide how we are going to do this. I'll refuse if it's too radical, but just… decide. You're in charge."
"You're making me hard again," the man only half joked.
"Please?"
"That isn't helping."
Robin almost whined in frustration and buried his face in the man's chest.
"This isn't normally how you handle things," Slade, unnecessarily, pointed out.
"Well, this isn't a normal situation! Maybe I should call Bruce and ask for advice…" Robin pondered.
"No."
"Then give me some!"
"Love to, but you seem intent on talking."
"You're useless," Robin concluded.
Slade merely chuckled but then sighed as well.
"Alright. In all seriousness…"
"Yeah?" the hero prompted hopefully.
"We have a problem. We both want this but neither of us want to give up or change outside of the bedroom, so to speak."
"Exactly, that's what we've been saying! What do we do?"
"Fuck until we're tired of each other?"
"Ok. That's a plan, but we tried the whole getting tired of each other by dating, and what if we never do?"
"Well, I'll die in poverty," Slade joked.
"Don't worry, my trust fund will support us," Robin grinned at him.
"Perfect, say things like that a few more times and I'll never be able to get it up around you again," the man commented dryly, giving him a rather dirty glare. The teen's smile just widened innocently.
"Maybe…" Robin started.
"Yes?"
"You'll never agree…" the teen muttered.
"You won't know until you ask."
"Well… ok. So, trying to get tired of each other might still work, but then we need to take Jump out of the picture. And our jobs. Completely."
"And how?"
"We go away. Far away. Europe, perhaps. Vacation for a week or two or three. However long we need. We spend all the time together, getting to know all our personal pet peeves and disgusting habits. I bet if we fart in front of each other a few times the passion will go away."
Slade had a comical look of distaste on his face. "I hope you don't mean we should purposefully fart-"
"No! No, just… you know… an example. It's one of those things couples only do when they feel really comfortable with each other… I've read…"
"Been snooping through Starfire's magazines, haven't you?"
"Well, I don't see you doing any research…" Robin muttered.
"Very well. Give me a week to put my affairs in order, no interruptions, and we'll leave. Where would you like to go?"
"I don't like the no interruptions things, but I guess I'll forget about morals for once," Robin sighed. "So, what is your plan with that data and stuff anyway?"
"I'll tell you in two weeks," the man smirked. "But where I tell you is up to you."
"Fine," Robin muttered and then thought for a moment, "Skiing? The Alps?"
"Done."
"We have a cabin, if you don't mind?"
"Is Bruce paying?"
"Well, in a way I guess so, but-"
"Then I don't mind," the man grinned. "We can't happen to leave a used condom behind, can we?"
"We don't use condoms," Robin pointed out.
"Can we? Once?"
"You are… an interesting man," the teen groaned, but there was laughter in his voice.
"No, no, remember: you need to get bored of me!" Slade reminded him.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I will. Promise!" The teen chuckled.
Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven were sitting at the breakfast table when Starfire flew into the room with the morning's mail.
"We have received the card of post from our friends!" the alien declared.
"Oh, from where?" BB wanted to know curiously.
"Greetings from Athens!" Starfire read.
"Oh, that must have been on it's way for a while. They were in Greece before they took that job as that sheik's body guards, right?" Cyborg asked as they all poured over the card.
"Yup, then they got a huge bonus and lived luxury life in Monaco for a while," Raven sighed, sounding slightly jealous.
"And then they travelled the Nile in a houseboat, if I remember correctly?" Cyborg said.
"No, they first crossed the Sahara in that camel caravan," Beast Boy interjected. "Remember? We got so worried as he couldn't call for a while as the satellite phone like… melted?"
"I think it got sand in it or something," Cyborg said.
"I enjoyed the stories of the pole of the North!" Starfire exclaimed.
"No word on them coming home?" Raven asked.
"Guess they aren't tired of each other yet," Beast Boy shrugged.
"Hi, guys! Anyone's up for a morning run?" Speedy asked from the door. He was the new temporary member of the team, filling in for their leader.
"Post card from Slade and Robin," Cyborg said, waving it in the air.
"Ah, great! Oh, and guys, let me know if he calls when I'm not around, ok? I need to clear up some things with him about me staying here."
"What about it?"
"Well, it was supposed to be temporary…" the archer said. "And… love you guys and all, but… we need to decide I think… I mean… it's been almost two years…"
The End
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, CU soon!