A/N I know what you all are thinking, what took so long? Well, my laptop broke. So basically I had no life until I got it fixed :( Sad, I know. But anyways, review and I'll try real hard to update really fast! I have some time to make up :p
Chapter Twelve: People
Slade was about ready to bang his head against the wall. It had been a week and a half since Robin had "left" and Race was getting on his last nerves. Not only that, but whenever he would say something insulting or "mean" to Race, the damn kid would smile like a serial killer and whisper "Robin can hear you." Basically, the man was ready to pack up his bags and leave. But he couldn't. Somewhere deep inside he knew that Robin would be back and, despite his better judgment, he wanted to be here for that. But until then...
"Slaaaaaaaaaaaade!" Race's voice echoed throughout the lair and the man, who had been working, balled his fists. "Slaaaaaaade!"
"WHAT?" The assassin didn't know how much longer he could do this, deal with this brat. The kid had been driving him crazy day in and day out. Sometimes he would get quiet or do something Robin-like, but then as soon as Slade showed any signs of hope he would laugh in his face.
"You might want to come here." The teen answered in a small voice and Slade leapt out of his chair. Even though he had been tricked one too many times, he still couldn't miss an opportunity to get his Robin back.
"What is it?" The assassin rounded the corner and entered the living room a moment later, only to find Race curled up on the couch, clutching his head. "Race, what's wrong?"
"Robin. It's Robin." The man's breath caught in his throat. "He wants back. He wants to be in control again."
"So let him!" Race laughed as Slade said this, then groaned.
"And why should I? What's in it for me?"
"How about I don't kill you." The mercenary growled out but Race only laughed again.
"You wouldn't do that. If you did, then you'd end up killing Robin too. And I know how you feel about Robin." The teen carried on in a weak voice and Slade was momentarily side-tracked.
"You do?" Slowly, as if not to scare the person in front of him, Slade crouched down until he was eye-level with the teen.
"How about you tell me how you feel about the kid, and I'll tell you if I already knew that." Race smirked and Slade knew it was somehow a trick, but for some reason his mouth decided to play along and began speaking.
"I need Robin here with me, okay? I need him. I spent all those years; I went from being amused by him, to being obsessed with him, to wanting him, to having him, all leading up to now!" Somewhere during Slade's speech he had gotten up and started pacing, and his mind was going so fast that when the teen spoke, he didn't notice the change in voice.
"So what's now?"
Slade stilled and took a deep breath. "After having him, I went to loving him." It was silent for a beat, then the assassin turned around. What he saw shocked him, he saw Robin. Slade knew right away that it was him, he didn't know how he knew, but he knew, and he ran over to him. "Don't ever leave like that again." He murmured while running his hands through Robin's thick, black hair.
The teen was shell-shocked to say the least. After having a mini-mind vacation he had fought Race to gain consciousness only to face a Slade that was declaring his love. What had happened in the week that he was gone? Robin had heard bits and peices of what was going on in real life, but the majority of the time he had spent exploring his own mind. Going through his memories had been the best part; some of them were painful, but the happy ones made up for it. The last time that the blue-eyed boy had gone soul searching that deeply was when Bruce had taught him meditation. At first the teen had thought it was stupid, but as time went on Robin began to enjoy the quiet solitude. Whenever things got rough, all he had to do was find a quiet place, sit down, and relax. Meditating quickly became his escape from the world when things became to much for him.
Suddenly Robin was pulled from his thoughts as Slade gently pulled him off of the couch by his arm. "I need you." The assassin purred into the teens ear as he drew him into his body. Robin felt his tension melt away as the man hugged him and was reminded of the first time they'd embraced- even though it was accidental- on the rooftop. Out of nowhere the blue-eyed boy found himself being lifted and carried to the bedroom.
After being gone for so long Robin's nerves were hypersensitive and Slade's bulging muscles underneath him only excited the teen more. "Someone's horny." Slade chuckled as Robin let out a small moan and tried to get his hands under the collar of the mans shirt.
"Hurry up." The ex-hero said in a breathy whisper a second before he was thrown onto the large bed. Robin's eyes darted around the gray and green colored room for only a moment until they were locked back on the mercenary, who was making a show of taking off his shirt. Slade smirked as Robin withered on the bed from his strip-show. The teen was already shirtless because Race was simply too lazy to get dressed properly and only a pair of old sweatpants that Slade didn't recognize hung low on his hips.
Impatient, the white-haired man reached for the ratty thing but a soft hand on his arm stopped him. "Don't tear them." Robin's voice pleaded lowly, an unreadable emotion flashing through his eyes. Slade was about to sneer something back but the teen continued. "Someone very wise gave them to me."
This made the assassin pause. All he really wanted to do was rip the boys clothing off and have his wicked way with him but Robin's blue eyes contained an uncertainty that made the man sigh. Slade really didn't want to screw up and have Race back just yet, so he put aside his wants and carefully peeled the old sweatpants off of Robin's body. To the villain's surprise the teen was neither wearing underwear nor had he grown soft, which sent a wave of heat to his own groin. Robin watched with a sense of dazed shock as Slade's white head bent down and his tongue flicked out over the head of his cock.
Somewhere in the back of his head the teen was confused. The assassin would never give a blow job but here he was, in the throws of passion, caused by Slade's mouth. Just the thought was enough to make the ex-hero moan louder than an over-paid whore, and the villain doubled his efforts, taking Robin's whole length in his mouth. "Slade!" The blue-eyed boy cried out loudly, cumming in the mans throat. It was quiet for a moment while Robin tried to catch his breath and Slade slowly let the cock slide out of his mouth. The teen hadn't noticed when he had done it, but he had closed his eyes and was a little afraid to open them now. He didn't know if he was supposed to cum in the mercenary's mouth or not, and he hadn't given any warning. The white-haired man could be furious with him. But when he finally worked up the courage to slit one eye, he found the assassin's face inches from his, smirking as he licked that last of Robin's seed off of his lips.
Robin groaned and made a move to flip them, which Slade gladly obliged to. No sooner had they settled in their new position then the teen attached his lips to the man's, kissing hard and moaning loudly. The assassin finally broke his silence with a small noise when the ex-hero ground his semi-hard shaft forcefully into his raging erection. Working up even more confidence, Robin tore off Slade's mouth with an appealing moan and his lips made their way down to a nipple. The pairs eyes met for a second before the teen started to suck on the perky flesh, rolling its twin with his hand. Slade arched his back, briefly thinking that the saying was true; you get more when you give.
"Hurry up." The assassin echoed Robin's earlier words in a gruff, sex-fueled voice and the teen smirked. Slade was about to flip them again when he felt a hand on his chest. Two bright blue eyes met a single steel gray one and Robin whispered out "I want to ride you" making the man moan with need and slump back down against the bed. The black-haired boy reached over, grabbed the bottle of lube, and slicked up his fingers, never breaking eye contact. Once he had three digits nice and slippery, he attached his mouth to the mercenary's other nipple and reached behind himself. Slade's eye widened as he watched Robin slowly slip his first finger in, moaning against his chest when the teen found his prostate right away. The second finger joined the first, and then the third, and right when Slade thought he was going to combust, Robin let go of his nipple, pulled away his hand, and slammed himself down on the mercenary's hard length. The pair let out a long moan at the same time and the ex-hero sat there for a minute, enjoying the sensation of being filled by the man who loved him.
At that thought the teen made a high-pitched keening noise in the back of his throat and began to bounce up and down, gripping Slade's shoulders and cursing violently. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Shit, Slade. Fuck me! God, fuck me harder!"
"Well, since you acknowledged my title..." The man smirked before arching off the bed and ramming into Robin over and over again, turning the blue-eyed boy into a pile of nerves and noises. They kept the pace going for a while until Slade angled his hips differently and shoved himself in all the way. Before the villain had been simply brushing the teen's prostate, but just then Robin felt as if Slade's cock had punched that magical spot, making him cum so hard his vision went white. "Slade!" He yelled out loudly.
The mercenary groaned at hearing his name, withdrew a tiny bit, and the plunged back in. The tightness and the heat around his cock made it explode and Slade groaned out lowly. Upon feeling the man's release inside of him, the black-haired boy slumped down against the assassin's chest, panting loudly. "I love how I can make you cum without even touching your cock." Slade mumbled into Robin's hair as he wrapped his arms around the lithe form.
"I love how you can make me cum without even touching my cock." Robin breathed back before closing his eyes, happy to be back in his own body again. It was silent except for their heavy breathing for a moment until the teen remembered something. "You're showing me the library tomorrow."
Slade chuckled at the boy's demand but felt himself nodding along. "I will." And with that the two fell asleep, Slade still inside of Robin and Robin still snuggling on top of Slade.
A/N Well, there you guys go! Unplanned sex! Yay! But really, I didn't mean to write this but this is what came out. Probably because you guys deserved it. Anyways, I have an announcement! I have recently been drawing again and I am thinking about making a Deviant Art page. What do you guys think? Leave me a suggestion on what you want me to draw and I might do it and upload it! Yay! P.S., I'm good at rooms as well so if you want to see one that's cool too! :)