A/N I'm back with another chapter! I won't give up I promise! Oh, and if you guys haven't read my other TT's fic, you should. Just sayin' :)
Chapter Fifteen: Extra Knights and Extra Shame
As the plane took off Robin closed his eyes. He liked flying, he really did, but that was when he was the pilot. It seemed silly to entrust his life to a commercial airline, but with Luthor and his ex-guardian on their tails, Slade was unwilling to take his private jet.
They were on their way to Africa for a little vacation. Slade had promised that it would be life changing. Robin didn't know what to think about that. But he was ready. Jump felt like a shell of its former glory. The teen didn't even know what was going on in the political world anymore. The mayor was probably having a hell of a time trying to keep order with the dysfunctional Titans running around and the city's idol gone. Serves them right. Said idol thought to himself. I never asked to be glorified. All I wanted to do was help people, but those people never left me alone! Robin shuddered at the memory of being attacked by fans in the street that day when he went shopping with the Titans. It felt like it was a lifetime ago.
"Lost in thought, little bird?" Slade's deep voice caused the teen to open his eyes. It was a shock, really, to see the man in civilian clothes. Even at home he wore his kevlar under-uniform. The man was forever at-the-ready. But now he had on a black, button-down shirt, some fairly tight, dark jeans, and black combat boots. Robin tried not to drool and simply nodded at the man's question. A large smile lit up the assassin's face as he commented back: "Don't worry about a thing. We're going to have a lot of fun."
Once again the ex-hero nodded, easily swayed by the pretty words. Slade was charming. Evil, but charming nonetheless. The teen looked out the window at the world below. Everything was so little and harmless. Slowly Robin's eyes drifted closed once again to the hum of the airplane's engine.
Slade glance over at the boy only to find him passed out. When he was sleeping was the only time that Robin's face didn't appear pained. The man sighed. He knew he had grown way too attached, he was man enough to admit it. But now he was at a loss of what to do. At least their trip to Africa would clear some of it up. He would never lose Robin, he was sure of it.
The assassin pulled out a cell-phone looking device and discreetly turned it on. He watched the blinking red dot on the map with cautious eyes. Slade had mailed the briefcase that he had Robin steal to his hunting lodge ahead of time to avoid airport security but was almost paranoid about it getting there. He could not lose what was inside of it. A small whimper drew the killer's attention and he looked up to see Robin's eyes squeezed tight and his body jerking a tiny bit. A bad dream. The teen had had enough of those in their bed for Slade to recognize the symptoms. Without even thinking about it he leaned over to quiet the younger one with a kiss.
Robin thought he was going to jump out of his skin. One minute he's sliding around in Plasmus's blood and the next Slade is kissing him. The teen stifled a yell and wrenched away, trying to calm his erratic heart. "What did you do that for?" He whisper-yelled, mindful of the people around him.
"You were heaving a nightmare." The assassin simply stated, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a tiny grin.
"So naturally your response was to assault my lips with your own." Robin concentrated on breathing evenly. Horror-movie like images were still bouncing around in his head, making the teen feel slightly nauseous.
"Try to get some more sleep." Slade rubbed Robin's back lightly and the blue-eyed boy quickly fell into the wonderful blackness of unconsciousness.
"Robin. Robin we're here." The teen fluttered his eyes open briefly only to see Slade's face an inch away from his. "We made it to my hunting lodge."
"I was asleep that long?" The ex-hero asked, sitting up in the huge bed. The room he was in was grand, with lots of stuffed animals around. A fire was roaring in the fireplace and everything seemed to glow.
"Yes, I had to carry you." The man chuckled before helping him out of bed. "So, what do you think?"
"I think...that it's a pity Robin couldn't be here to see it." The black-haired boy said casually, going over to a book case and scanning the titles. Behind him he sensed Slade's panic, but it lasted only a moment.
"Good to see you again, Race." He said in a tone that contradicted his words quite nicely. "And, do tell, why are you here?" There was an underlying threat in the man's tone, but Race chose to ignore it.
"Oh, you know. Robin was having a hard time with his inner-turmoil. Still beats himself up about killing that guy. It's sad, really. Can't seem to let it go." By now the alter-ego had grown tired of the book case and went to go check out the bathroom. Slade followed behind.
"He's truly a hero, through-and-through." The assassin commented, mainly to himself, but Race snorted anyways.
"You can say that again." After finding the grandiose bathroom to his standards, the teen left and headed for the balcony to get a view of the unfamiliar countryside. Once again, Slade followed. "So spill." The blue-eyed boy said. There was a pregnant pause while the two of them gazed at the stars before he continued. "Why are we here."
"I wanted you to meet Wintergreen and..." The villain began but Race cut him off.
"Cut the bull shit, meets and greets can wait till the wedding. No, I want to know why we are here and what was in that briefcase." Piercing blue eyes turned on the white-haired man and Slade sighed.
"You're a lot more observant that Robin." The man said, ignoring the wedding comment.
"Oh, now that's insulting. Robin wants to know too, but after all the shit he's been through he doesn't even really see asking as an option now. Not that I'm really asking, I'd call what I'm doing demanding." Race gave a casual shrug of his shoulders and turned back to take in the grasslands that were yellow in the moonlight.
"You'll find out soon enough." Was all that came as a reply before Slade turned around and headed back inside.
"But you do have some sort of motivation!" The blue-eyed teen cried out triumphantly. The teen followed the assassin into the room only to find him stripping off all of his clothes. "Slaaaaaaaaaaade! I don't want to go to sleep. I'm not tired!"
Slade sent Race a one-eyed glare over his shoulder before crawling onto the bed. Blue eyes watched him hungrily and the man smirked. "Well I'm sure we can find something to tire you out with." Within a flash Race matched him in state of undress and they locked eyes as he inched up the villain's body. "Feel free." Slade gestured towards his own cock that was just beginning to take notice to its surroundings.
Race paused for a whole second. Neither he nor Robin had ever given a blow job before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. Figuring that he would just roll with it, the teen took the very large appendage into his mouth and began to suck. Slade grunted at the suddenness, but then closed his eye as he felt the younger man's tongue lapping at the underside of his dick. Robin would never have been quite so bold, especially the first time, but the assassin wasn't complaining. All the times he had slept with the blue-eyed boy, it had always been Robin.
Slade opened his eye a little bit only to see Race withdraw his head, lap at the tip of his cock, and then plunge back down on it. The man groaned and his hips thrusted up, gagging the black-haired boy. Before he could react, the villain bucked some more and Race struggled to breath. Slowly his tongue and mouth stopped doing as much as he focused on staying conscience while Slade used his face as another hole. Eventually Race began to grasp the concept of letting his throat relax and the man's movements became hurried. The teen was about the draw back when one of the assassin's big hands grabbed some of his hair, keeping his head still as he exploded down the hot, tight throat of the alter-ego.
"Tired now?" Slade's smirk was truly evil as he studied the panting boy beside him. Race had swallowed, not that he was really given the chance not to.
"Robin's going to hate you tomorrow." He rasped in reply, still breathing heavily. Slade simply hummed in reply while reaching for the teen's weeping member. He had always known that Race was a bit of a masochist, and the fact that he had gotten hard from being face-fucked was just further proof. It only took a couple of jerks with a twist on the head to get the teen to explode all over his stomach and chest, and the man leaned over to clean him up with his tongue. "Suddenly, I'm exhausted." Race grinned slyly at him, even though he was so tired it didn't truly reach his eyes. Slade just gave a low chuckle and tucked them both into bed.
Tomorrow they would talk about his plans, and Robin would get to meet Wintergreen. It was all looking up.
A/N I know it's late. Very late. But real life has momentarily taken a priority so please forgive me! Oh, and I uploaded a few of my drawings to deviantArt. They're under my same pen-name. Sorry if they didn't turn out to well, I just scanned them straight to the website. I may go back and touch them up with the computer later. Anyways, you all remember my wonderful Aguna, right? Well she wrote this really sexy one-shot called The Prince and His Tiger and I want everybody to go read it! Now! You won't be sorry! But other than that, thank you for your time and please review!