A/N This chapter is for my new buddy, Aguna. Yes, you know what that means! Finally! I know! I almost wanted to push it off, save it for another chapter, but I decided I couldn't be that mean to you guys :) You'd probably kill me. So yay! And if you have know idea what I'm talking about, you will soon. *smirks*
Disclaimer: I've given up on these, if you haven't already noticed. You should know by now that I do not own!
Chapter Eight: Sail
Robin was sitting on the edge of Slade's bed, trying to sort through his thoughts. He didn't know if he wanted to be here, with his old enemy. But then he also didn't know if he wanted to be back at the tower with his old team. Things were so confusing now. The teen sighed and put his head in his hands. In the back of his mind Race nagged him, saying that he didn't have to be here, he could just run away again. "I'm tired of running." Robin growled out loud. He'd already tried that and it hadn't worked, Slade had come for him. The teen didn't know how he felt about that either. Robin looked around the room he had seen once before desperately, searching for a distraction to ease his jumbled-up mind.
Luckily for him, a distraction came in a second later as Slade emerged from the bathroom where he had just taken a shower. The teen's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of the man. He had on only a white towel, which rode precariously low on his hips. Water from his shocking white hair dripped down, gliding over his impressive chest and rock-hard abs. Slade was perfect, his large form just screamed sex-god so loudly that Robin's ears were ringing. Even when the assassin turned around to get something from his dresser the teen could ogle at his strong back and perfect ass.
"Now, we can either share the bed or..." Slade trailed off when he glanced over at his shoulder and was met with the sight of the drooling teen. He chuckled and put his black boxers back in the drawer. "Question answered."
"Huh?" Was all Robin could manage at the moment. Then suddenly he lost the ability to process anything at all when said sex-god began stalking towards him, slowly taking off the innocent white towel until it hit the ground and he was standing right in front of the teen.
"Your head feel's funny, doesn't it?" Slade grinned wickedly down at the ex-hero, seeing his body reflected back in the boy's blue orbs. To him, his body was a tool he used, a weapon that he had complete control over, and he wasn't ashamed of it. To the man's delight, Robin nodded along with his question.
The teen's head did in fact feel funny. There was that white mist from yesterday. Robin tried to think. Slade had called it something, what was it... "Lust."
The mercenary's grin grew into a predatory smile and the next thing he knew, Robin was laying back on the bed, Slade kissing him roughly while he covered the smaller body with his own. The black-haired boy groaned as he felt the man's tongue slide inside his mouth and begin to explore. As they kissed, Slade moved his hands all over the teen's body, sliding them under the shirt that Race had stolen in order to blend in. Robin broke a way from the assassin's mouth and gasped loudly when the man pinched one of his nipples and Slade noted with delight that he was rock-hard. Their movements became frenzied as the teen began thinking with his other head more and in record time he matched the mercenary in lack of clothing. Slade snorted to himself, the pedestrian clothes were easier to get off but the man still would've loved pulling that traffic-light inspired uniform off of Robin's lithe body.
The blue-eyed boy made a keening noise in the back of his throat when he felt Slade's erection grind against his own and moved his hands, which had been massaging the man's chest and stomach, to his back where he proceeded to rake his nails up and down. "Need you." He gasped out and Slade reached for the night-stand. Robin was too distracted to notice what was going on by the hot mouth that was nibbling and sucking on his neck, and then suddenly there was a pressure in his ass as Slade slipped a lubed finger inside of the boy. Robin tensed at first, but then began moaning wantonly when the man found his prostrate and started to stoke it. He barely realized it when a second and then a third finger were added, but it was very apparent when all three were removed. "What..." The teen was cut off as the blunt tip of Slade's erection was pushed into him. "Nnnnggggh!"
"You make the noises of a whore." The man chuckled into Robin's ear, still pressing in. He was then shocked when the teen pushed back down, taking him all the way to the hilt. The black-haired boy began withering beneath Slade, trying to get him to move. The man watched , briefly amused, but then his own need started calling attention to itself and he began to thrust. Robin threw his head back and groaned. He had never felt anything like this before. The assassin was hitting this one spot in his body that was making him see stars through a shower of fireworks.
Like the teen, Slade had never felt anything like this either. Sure, he had fucked both men and women, but no one had ever been this tight! The man felt like he was going to lose circulation to his dick. The sensation cause the man to do the one thing he never thought he would: moan. Upon hearing the man's pleasure verbally, Robin felt the pressure inside his lower stomach build up at an increasing speed until his cock began to twitch and he was screaming in time with the white-haired man's thrusts.
"Slade!" He cried out as the mercenary went exceptionally deep and Robin was pushed over the edge. Slade growled low in his throat as he came a moment later, leaving his seed far inside the boy. The teen groaned again as he pulled out and rolled to the side, trying not to breathe heavily. They both laid there for a little while, staring up at the ceiling, until Robin moved over on his stomach and gazed into Slade's gray eye.
"We should sleep." The man broke the silence after a little while longer and Robin nodded, his eyes already drooping closed. On impulse, Slade reached out and ran a hand through the silky black hair of the teen before dropping his arms to his sides and falling asleep.
Robin, however, stayed at tensed as a bow-string, his eyes still closed. Sure, they had just been all over each other during sex, but then Slade had ran a hand through his hair! What the hell was that? After another couple of minuets Robin re-opened his eyes and watched the passed-out mercenary. Whatever the reason why Slade had done that, the teen took it as an excuse to cuddle and tucked himself into the large side of the man, using his arm for a pillow. Tomorrow he would think about confusing things, and he would sit down with the assassin and discuss their living arrangements. Hopefully Slade wouldn't make him become a villain, but that was for another day. Maybe instead he could distract the man with sex long enough to become a lover of sorts. Then he wouldn't have to work for the man. Robin snorted to himself, feeling his brain beginning to shut down. That wouldn't be enough for Slade and he knew it. Still, tomorrow was another day.
Right before the teen slipped into unconsciousness, he felt a heavy arm drape itself over his waist and a large chest give a contented sigh before he was out, drifting peacefully into dream-land where he could wait to face another day.
A/N Awww! That last part is so fluffy it makes me smile! Don't worry you fluff-haters, there will be more angst coming up! But also some more fluff *grins* Tell me what you think! Was it good, bad? It's the first lemon I've posted so I tried real hard but hey! I need suggestions and stuff! Review my wonderful reader! Review!