A/N: I really want to thank those of you who have taken the time to review my story so far! It is really encouraging and makes me want to write more and work harder! It seems to me that you think I handle the language-issue well enough which I'm happy about… I just hope that doesn't mean you actually expect me to work at the plot?! ;o)

DISCLAIMER: the usual. Don't own. If you do and decide to sue me I would just have to buy the bloody company, but that will put a bit of a strain on my budget, so I rather not… ;o)

Chapter 3: Feel

Robin gasped as an incredible heat suddenly flushed through his body. Wave after wave hit him and he fought for air as he felt like he was drowning. Batman had to been wrong. The plant was deadly after all!
Yeah, keep on wishing, kid… his inner voice whispered dryly.
This was worse than the nano-probes! The only relief he felt was Slade's fingers, still caressing his cheek. A cool, tingling feeling were produced where their skin touched and Robin, who was more or less unconscious, leaned in to that feeling, seeking the small relief it could give.

Slade stared in fascination down at the boy who seemed to be fighting for his life. He had let go or Robin's hands as he was incapable to struggle anyway, and was just stroking the boy's face at the moment. He realized the toxins in Robin's blood were fighting for control, and that they were, in fact, influencing him as well. His plans for the night had slightly changed.

Overhearing Robin's conversation with Batman had more or less been a coincidence. He had kept an eye out for any sign of the boy since his fight with the Titans earlier. Realizing during that confrontation that Robin actually was missing (something he did rather quickly… no one could snarl his name like him after all…) he tried to find out where he was from Robin's team-mates, but without success. The only one who (accidentally) got close enough was that green kid and when Slade managed to pluck him out of the air the changeling had been too terrified to make any sense. Frustrated Slade had just thrown him into a wall and left with his prize, the micro processor he had come to steal. After that he had checked his surveillance cameras for any sign of Robin. Failing that he decided to go on quick hunt around the city and try to pick up anything on his new communications receiver. That, at last, had ended in a result. The very result that right now lay gasping between his thighs.

Slade smiled widely to himself. At first he had planned just to fuck the boy and leave him there… perhaps tie him up for his friends to find… but now, maybe it was the substance's influence, now he wanted… a bit more…

He was suddenly brought back the present when Robin's head turned, trying to brush against his hand. Slade couldn't help but gasp when his fingers passed over Robin's mouth and the boy opened his lips and gently seemed to kiss his fingertips. Slade could tell that Robin was not really aware of his surroundings yet, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be long. He decided to bring the boy back with him.

Slade threw away Robin's mask, the boy wouldn't cover up those eyes in his presence ever again if he had anything to say about it, and did the same with his belt. If Robin carried any concealed trackers they wouldn't be a problem for long… Slade's building was equipped with some very strong scramblers and shields programmed to only let certain frequencies in and out and to hide or disable all others. He was quite proud of that setup, actually.

He knew he had to hurry. Batman was expecting Robin to call him any time now, and the rescue squad would be deployed within minutes.

He gathered Robin up in his arms. The boy seemed to object for some reason but that didn't worry Slade in the least. Taking off over the rooftops he began the trip home with his little bird.

Robin tried to fight his way back to the world of the living when the really nice feeling on his face suddenly disappeared. He let out a disgruntled sound and tried to reach out for that hand again when he suddenly felt himself being lifted up in the air. A rather bumpy ride later he found himself being carried along some sort of corridor. Slightly more awake now he reached for Slade, scratching weakly against his chest and neck trying to… trying to… he didn't know. The only thing he knew right now was that he wanted, needed, to be touched, and he quietly cursed Slade for seemingly ignoring him.

Slade had noticed his actions off course, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Patience, Robin. When will you ever learn?"

Robin tensed in his arms and warning bells went off in the boy's head so loudly Slade almost could hear them.

This is Slade, wake UP! Get a grip! You… ah…

He were suddenly put down on something soft, a bed most likely, and just as suddenly Slade's hands were back touching his face.

Oh... this is… more!

He finally opened his eyes, staring into that mask again slightly dazed.

"Slade?" even Robin couldn't tell if the word was meant as a question or a plea.

"I'm right here." Slade replied and that, weirdly enough, made Robin feel calmer. That calm disappeared when he spotted a knife blade glinting in the soft light of the room. Robin tried to sit up but Slade pushed him firmly down on his back again.

"What.. are you..?" Robin gasped.

"Easy Robin…" Slade hushed and put the edge of the blade close to Robin's throat. The boy swallowed, bracing himself for the pain, when Slade suddenly shifted the knife and he heard a strange tearing sound.

He is cutting away my clothes!

Robin moaned as the man's hands got more and more access to his bare skin. His gloves were already off, he wasn't really sure then that had happened, but what did he care? His shirt, cut to shreds, was torn off and Slade moved down his body, removed his boots and started cutting up his left trouser leg. Robin tried to sit up again, reaching for the man's arms, but was ones more pushed back by a hand firmly placed on his stomach.

"Keep still. I'm not finished yet." Slade ordered.

"Well, just… hurry up!" demanded the boy to the man's delight. So he did. A forceful tug that made the boy yelp in surprise finally put the cut up trousers out of their misery and reduced them to rather sorry looking dusting rags.

Slade ran his hands all the way from Robin's knees up over his thighs, his hips (still covered in a pair of dark blue boxer shorts) his stomach, chest and arms. The chemicals in the boy's blood surged and he cried out in pure pleasure. Slade himself was not unaffected but managed to brace himself. Robin, coming down from the pleasure ride faced a dilemma, though. He was touched but he couldn't touch… Slade's body was still covered in his uniform and armor. Robin had no idea how to rectify that problem and his hands traced hopelessly over Slade's chest. His mind, being jumbled up at the moment, probably needed something like an "open here" sign to solve the puzzle. Slade was more than willing to help the boy along, though, and had soon kicked of his own boots, removed his protective gear and started lifting his shirt.

Slade was straddling Robin's thighs again-

Just like on the roof. Remember the roof Robin? You don't want this! his inner voice warned him.

Oh, yes I do! he answered himself and the boy's hands flew to Slade's abdomen snaking their way up his chest.

With Slade's shirt completely off, Robin pulled him down towards himself pushing his body against the man's chest. His arms, who had had a vote and decided to take over from now on, wrapped themselves around Slade's waist. Robin's face nuzzled against the villains neck and he could feel the cold metal of the mask on his cheek. He started to kiss the man's neck and shoulder and was rewarded with a small intake of breath. Robin looked up into the man's eye and smiled. Maybe just a bit triumphantly. It was Robin after all. He liked to score points.

Slade just grinned down at him but realized off course that Robin couldn't see that. He had a tough decision to make. He was almost drooling in his need to kiss the boy beneath him, but that would mean removing his mask. As the boy's hand's starting moving towards the edge of Slade's pants he quickly threw caution to the wind and reached up to unhook his mask. Robin's blue eyes became wide as he realized what the man was going to do and his heart started beating even faster. As the mask was removed Robin's hands abandoned their struggles with the man's pants and started to explore his face instead.

Slade's face was very… manly, Robin decided the most fitting word was. His sharp, handsomely rugged features contrasted with a full head of thick, slightly ruffled, surprisingly soft hair. Although the hair was pure white, the face gave the impression of being strangely ageless. Things didn't seem to add up.

Who IS this man? Robin had time to think before a pair of craving, demanding lips met his.

To be continued…

A/N: Alright! I'm getting there… hope you like it! I haven't written a male/male story before and I'm hoping I'm not totally over my head here… The pace is quite slow, which might be frustrating, but I promise to try and update soon… BUT on Saturday the last Harry Potter-book comes out and I will most likely NOT write anything until I finished that… I might have been able to finish this story by then though… We'll see.. anyway, you HP-fans out there won't bother with fan fiction as soon as you get your hands on the book either, so it works out somehow… ;o)

A quick note on Slade's appearance: since I only seen the cartoon I had no idea what Slade looked like before I started to read fan fiction… (in "Apprentice" his mask breaks and I think you see a bit of hair… it's black or dark, though, so…?) I have now seen a few pictures from the comic and so on, resulting in the description above… just feel free to replace it with your own description anytime… ;o)