A/N I'd just like to tell you guys that I'm beta-ing for my newest-bestest friend Aguna! So as soon as you can I want everyone to go read her story! It's called Body Guard! Yay! Now that my sales-pitch is over, read, review and enjoy as always!

Chapter Nine: All I Need

Robin woke up in an empty bed. All of his nerves were tingling. The sheets were cool and smooth against his over-heated skin and all around him was the essence of Slade. But Slade himself was gone. Even though it was highly ridiculous, Robin felt a pang of sadness. Still highly ridiculous though, after all he woke up alone every morning. So why should today be different? Because you just had sex. Chimed an annoying voice inside of the teens head and he sighed. Ya, that. All of the sudden images from last night flooded his brain; Slade ginning over his shoulder at him, Slade's massive cock, Slade's face and inch from him as he thrusted in and out, making Robin moan. The black-haired boy felt his face flush. How had that fit inside of him? It was huge!

Deciding that he had had enough sitting around, Robin got up to go take a shower. As soon as he took a step, however, the teen realized with a start that he was sore. And not in the normal, I-over-worked-my-body-and-it's-mad-at-me way, but in the something-large-was-just-shoved-in-my-ass-over-and-over-again way. But that wasn't the worst part. No, the thing that made Robin blush like a little school girl was the fact that he couldn't wait until it happened again.

With his face a bright red color, the teen made his way stiffly towards the bathroom to take a shower.

Slade pushed the heavy weight up, held it there for a while, and then brought it back down over his chest. He'd been doing this for almost an hour now but still wasn't tired yet. The man was currently very smug. He had managed to fuck the leader of the Teen Titans, something he had wanted to do almost since he came to Jump. At first the man had just ignored the feeling, after all Robin had been pretty young. But then, as time went on, the boy turned into a young man and Slade stayed the same. Never had the assassin been so thankful for his healing abilities. And now one of his goals had been accomplished with the boy. Now all he had to do was to get the boy to control his inner demon, because Slade knew that it would be back and with a vengeance.

The man put the weight back and sat up, ready to move on to something else, when he looked over and saw Robin in the doorway. The teen had probably been there for a while, but as silent as a mouse. "Care to join me?" Slade asked as he made his way over to a pair of treadmills. Robin nodded and began following the man, but stayed quiet, as if lost in thought. If there was one thing the teen loved it was running, but nothing could compare to flying.

Slade didn't often run on the treadmill, but it was good for endurance and Robin needed it. Even though the blue-eyed boy made a good show of hiding it, the man could tell that he was sore and running would help him. The two began with a fast walk, then when one would turn it up to a jog, then the other would turn it to run, then the other would begin to fast run, and by the end of it all they had both sprinted full speed for a couple of miles.

Robin wiped some sweat off of his head and took a swig of water. His legs felt like jelly, but at least he had lasted as long as Slade. And on top of that he felt some pride, he had hidden his soreness pretty well and now he was back to normal. But alas, there were no distractions, he had to talk to the assassin. If Robin really wanted too, he could close his eyes and pretend that he was simply Slade's apprentice and his friend's lives were being threatened, and that he needed to get back to them. That would be shattered as soon as he opened his eyes once again and he saw the man's face. It was apparent to the teen that no matter how long he stayed with Slade, seeing his actual face would always send a shiver of excitement through him. It meant that the man trusted him to a certain degree. Then again, Slade had seen him without his mask on as well.

Robin would be willing to put his money on the fact that if he put on a mask now it would drive him crazy. Just over the past few weeks he had gotten so used to not having one. It really was much easier. It was weird, but not worrying about his identity was more freeing than he would have thought. Obviously it had been weighing him down more than he had assumed when he was the leader of the Teen Titans, because now he felt light and free. Like he should have felt as a kid growing up.

Suddenly the teen felt a presence behind him as Slade approached. Robin tensed, he didn't know what would happen. Sure, they had had sex, but that didn't mean they were dating or anything. Hell, he could have been a one night-stand for all he knew. Surprisingly enough, the man wrapped one arm around the teens waste and reached for a water bottle with the other. Robin shivered. It wasn't like Slade's touch felt bad, it was just that he wasn't used to anybody touching him. He felt as if that his nerves were going into overload with all the physical contact he'd been exposed to recently.

"Slade, we need to talk." The teen whispered out, then cringed. Of course he had to say the most stereotypical thing known to man when it came to relationships. Or, in his case, possible relationships. After all, Robin still knew nothing about the man, including what he wanted. Slade slid his hand over the teens stomach and began nibbling on his neck.

"We can talk later." The mercenary purred into the luscious skin under him. Robin rolled his head back, enjoying the sensations that the man was creating within him.

"No, no I need to know." He gasped out, quickly losing focus.

"You need to know what exactly?" Slade's other hand joined in on the fun and began drifting lower than the teen's stomach.

"I need to know what I'm doing here!" The black-haired boy wrenched himself out of the assassin's grasp in an extraordinary show of self-restraint and stood facing his tormentor, shaking. Slade smiled, pleased that Robin could still control his mind a little bit. If it had been anybody else under his touch they would be a melted puddle of goo.

"I don't know, Robin. I'm here because I live here, but you don't. So why are you here?"

Robin blinked, not knowing how to respond. He figured that Slade would either tell his straight up or give him a smart-alec remark. But he hadn't expected the man to turn the tables on him and mess with his head.

"Robin, you are here because you want to be here. You have no where else to go and here you are accepted. No one knows what this will turn into but basically, you need to stop worrying about the future so much. Today is today, live it." Slade's low voice seemed to wash over the teen and he felt his mind go blank. Today was today. Today was today. Robin nodded slowly and began to follow numbly as Slade left the room.

By the time they reached the bedroom again the blue-eyed boy's mind had returned to him a little bit and he gasped when the assassin pulled his shirt off over his head in surprise. The man grinned at him. "I need a shower. Care to join?"

Robin moaned softly as the warm water hit him. He had taken a shower recently, but working out with Slade had gotten him all sweaty again. Slowly he felt his muscles relax and he stretched upwards lightly. His body was tired, but in the healthy way. Something that he was sure him and Slade had in common at the moment. Speaking of the devil, the man stepped in the shower behind him and began running his hand's all over the teen's body. "Is sex all you think about?" He gasped out and Slade chuckled.

"Am I fucking you into the wall right now?" The assassin growled out low, feeling Robin shiver under him. The black-haired boy managed to shake his head no and Slade smiled into his shoulder. "Then obviously not."

Robin turned around in the mercenary's arms and stared up at his face, his hands tracing the hard planes of the mans stomach. All around them the water poured down and the steam rose up, but neither paid any mind. Slowly, Slade captured Robin's mouth in an almost harsh kiss. The teen felt the need to rebel, but then submitted when the man nipped at his lower lip. The boy knew what he must have looked like, a moaning whore under his arch-nemesis, making out with him in the shower. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care. After all, today was today. And he was going to live it.

A/N Soooo... not too fluffy right? Just let me know if y'all are barfing in your mouths and the too sweet taste of fluff, cause I'll tone it down :) But I like it! I do have a bit of a sweet tooth though...

Anyways! Remember my earlier A/N that talked about Aguna and her amazing story Body Guard that I'm beta-ing? Well, you should go read it NOW! That would be amazing! And if you have an idea on where my story AWOL should be going feel free to comment of message me on it :)