This doesn't mean anything. Not to me, and surely it shouldn't mean anything toyou."
"You act like this is new to me." Deep voice. Very deep voice in his ear. And a disgusting alley that he currently stood in.
Damian groaned, not bothering to cover it. He didn't care about this piece of shit's opinion of him. "With the way you're moving, it's only right to assume itisnew."
Slade stayed silent for a few seconds, which is always bad for Damian. He chuckled darkly against the shell of the Robin's ear. "And with the sounds you're making-" Slade, though moving quickly to get his hands on Damian's hips, moved him slowly after. Slade was pushing himself deeper inside of him. Damian could only lean against the man more, his knees weak, his whines high. "it sounds like you're enjoying it."
Fuck.Damian thought.What did I get myself into?
Or rather, into me.
"Shut up and move." He snarled, no longer making Slade carry his body weight against his chest. Damian closed his eyes tight and leaned his forehead against the wall in front of him"
"Oh, I don't think you want me to shut up. I think you want me to talk-" He moved down to Damian's neck and ran his cold mask against his neck, "right into your ear. Isn't that right, Robin?"
Damian stayed quiet, eyes closed tight enough to see stars- or maybe those were just from the feeling of Slade's cock inside of him. Hating the silence and stillness, Damian tried to take matters into his own hands and move his hips against Slade's. Immediately, the masked man's death grip tightened on his hips. Though, the feeling made Damian inhale deeply.
"Bad Robin. You didn't answer my question…" His left hand loosened its grip, only to scratch his nails against Damian's hip. Damian, though shaking, turned around quickly, ready to yell at him to not leave marks. But Slade was a step ahead of him, already leaning in to meet him mask to mask. "Face forward, my little Robin," Slade's hand grabbed Damian by his chin, turning him forcibly.
He huffed, balling his hands into fists against the wall in front of him. "Talk." Damian gritted between his teeth."
"I didn't seem to catch that, speak up." Slade leaned closer, covering Damian's back with his chest, putting his ear close to the young man's mouth.
"I want you to talk." He gritted out again.
"And why's that?" Slade drawled out.
"Why should I tell you? You're incredibly creepy. You waited for me the second I was legal. Disgusting."
"Mm, except. I wasn't the one who was begging to be fucked anytime he so much asthoughtof Poison Ivy's pollen, even before your birthday. I wonder if it has to do with Batman. Could it be that little Robin has daddy issues?"
"I am not here for you to psychoanalyze." Damian said.
"My mistake, you're here to give yourself to me. You want to be used." Finally, Slade began slowly moving inside of Damian.
"Even if that were true, you're not doing a good job of using me." Even as his breath quickened, his snarled his words as best as he could.
"That's because my dear little Robin hasn't told me why he wants to hear me talk. Maybe I'll use him properly when he admits the truth."
Damian huffed again, turning away from Slade's mask. "I enjoy your voice, Deathstroke."
The other man only laughed, hands back on Damian's hips. As soon as he felt it, Damian arched his back and inhaled, waiting. Slade held Damian in place as he pulled his cock out as much as he could, then slamming it back into him with a grunt. "Wouldn't it be so much easier for us to trade names, you could be screaming mine."
Damian rolled his eyes. Deathstroke being able to see or not, that is a lazy way to get your enemies identity. "You seem to forget that we are still enemies after this. And 'deathstroke' isn't a mouthful, just like the rest of you."
"Oh? Is that why you drooled when you saw my-"
"I did no such thing!"
"Quiet Robin, surely you don't want somebody to catch us. Or maybe… You do." Slade slid his hand down to Damian's dick, wanting to hear the noises fall out of his mouth. As he stroked, he also began to speed up his thrusting. "We both know Batman and all his other past mistakes are around the city right now. Who's to say they aren't coming this way? You haven't been listening to your communication channel for quite some time now. What if they think you're in trouble?"
"TT. As if. They know I am capable of handling myself." Damian snarked back, but he had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"Oh, but I am only looking out for my dear Robin. I think we should check in." He pulled out of Damian, turning him around to see Robin's face. Slade tilted his head and groaned, happy with how his Robin looked standing there. A red flush covering his face all the way to his neck, goosebumps there too, eyebrows furrowed, mouth open and red as well. Though he's grown, Slade can still easily pick him up and slam him against the wall, cape shielding him from the brick. The masked man holds Damian by his ass, the surprise making Damian wrap his legs around Slade instinctively.
It was easier to reach his ear piece here, so that's where Slade reached for. After pressing a hidden button, Slade waited for the piece to turn green.
"-doesn't answer in the next minute, find his last location."
"I'm sure he's fine. He probably just left to chase a cat… Okay, I can't see your face but I can see the disappointment."
"He's not a kid, Nightwing. He didn't leave to chase a cat."
Slade tilted his head again, waiting for Damian to respond to the loud conversation. Finally, Damian huffed and held the button until it beeped. As he opened his mouth to respond, Slade deemed it the perfect time to slide his cock back into Damian's wet heat. As he pushed Damian down onto him, he bit his lip to smother the noise he made.
With the regular fire in his eyes, he glared at Slade, who only began to thrust slowly.
Damian could feel every inch of Slade inside of him, in and out with perfect rhythm. Taking a deep breath, Damian began again.
"Robin, checking in. Sector 9 is clear." He remained calm. As calm as he could be. When he let go of the transmitting button, Damian shot forward and latched his teeth onto any flesh he could get to. Slade hissed as Damian bit down on his neck, but after he heard the hiss, Damian stopped biting and started sucking.
"So only you can leave marks."
Damian moved away from his task of leaving a heart shaped hickey. "I live with Batman, and as far as I know, I do not possess regenerative abilities that will make marks like these disappear quickly."
"Hm. What if I leave them here-" Slade leaned down as much as he could, lifting Robin's little outfit to run the flat surface of his tongue against his nipples. When he felt the reaction he wanted out of Damian, he closed his mouth around them. After a few light sucks, he pulled back up
"Robin, is everything alright."Batman's voice raged in the ear piece. Knowing that Damian would soon have to respond, Slade began moving inside of his ass again.
"Fuck you, youasshole." Damian hissed and melted at the same time, moaning one last time before turning on his mic. "I told you, the sector is clear and I am obviously alive. I will see you back at base to give you the report when you decide this stup-fuck-stupid patrol is over." Damian's nails scratched against Deathstroke's neck before he fumbled to turn the mic off, lest he forget.
"What is wrong, Robin."
"Yes, do tell, Robin. What is wrong?" Slade said between thrusts, revelling in the feeling of Robin clenched tight against his dick.
Damian dug his fingernails in enough to leave blood and broken skin, turning the mic on once again. "I almost tripped. I will see you atbase.Robin signing off." Damian immediately threw the ear piece on the ground when it was fully turned off.
With fiery eyes, he looked at the 'eyes' of Deathstroke's mask. "Now, fuck me. Really this time."
"What a good Robin, being a good slut at the same time. Don't you care that the enemy isfuckingyou? And you'reenjoyingit?" With Slade's mask against Damian's ear, the sounds of Slade's grunting is amplified. Damian began panting when he heard it, eyes clothing as his own quiet groans grow louder.
"Fuck. No. I don't care."
"Mm, but that's not right. You care, you enjoy it. Which part do you like the most, my little Robin? The possession? The knocking you down to your place? My voice? The threat of your mentors finding us, me inside of you, you drooling like a bitch in heat? My favorite part may be you trying to mark me. How… Embarrassing." Slade pushed him closer against the wall, sandwiching him as Damian began to moan louder, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to make Slade's cock go in deeper, hitting his prostate.
"I do enjoy using you. How long have you waited for this, just waiting for me to use your body like a toy. Cum inside and think nothing of it. Just minutes ago, you wanted my cock in your mouth so badly, you met me in an alley. During working hours too. What if this was just a ploy to distract you?"
"Fuck me harder, jackass."Damian's hand slid down to his dick, pumping it at the same time he bounced on Slade's. His breath left him in bursts, as well as moans. "Shit… Deathstroke.. Fuck. Please, harder. Faster-" His words turned to mush in his mouth as Slade hit Damian's sweet spot over and over again, rumbling in his chest expanding as Damian tightened on his dick. "Good Robin, finish with me inside you like a good boy." If Damian had the mental capacity, he would have scratched Slade enough to leave him a bloody mess, but all he could think of was a pulse. The pulse of his blood, feeling every heartbeat, the pulse of Deathstroke's thick cock inside of him, making him closer by the second. "Fuck- I hate you-" was all he could mumble before tightening his hand on his own cock, cum landing on Slade's armor plate. Out of breath and sensitive, Damian tried not to move. Though, Deathstroke had other plans.
He pressed close to Robin, smearing his cum onto his red outfit, and began to lift and drop Robin onto his dick. The mask made his groans louder, making Damian wish he was ready for round two. Damian clawed at him, hissing as well, when finally Slade came. Pushing deep inside of Damian, he wanted all of his seed to stay inside. As he pulled out, we watched some of his cum seep out and drip onto Damian's thigh.
With one finger, he gathered some cum and held it front of Damian's pink, chapped lips. The Robin didn't even think twice before he wrapped his own hand around the finger and put it into his mouth.
"So eager. Imagine if Ihadlet you suck my cock." Slade said. Damian gulped, finger still in his mouth. He licked everything he could off of it, swallowing quickly. Slade finally pulled his finger out, letting Damian drop to the floor as well. Landing on wobbly knees, Damian finds his footing, glaring at Slade.
"Mm. Hopefully, next time we do this, I remember to bring a plug. I wouldn't want you to go home without a memory of me." He chuckled, tucking himself back into his armor and wiping his finger. "Until next time, my dear Robin." Slade tilted his head and began to walk off, leaving Damian to struggle over clearing the cum out of his ass, or going straight home.
Maybe I can keep the 'memory' until I get home.Damian thinks, gathering his earpiece and clothes and making his way back to the manor, cum still very much in his ass.
Like I would actually let there be a next time.