Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans! I only capture, torture and randomly pair sexy heroes up with evil villains so they can fuck their brains out. Hey! Its supposed to be truthful! Right? Right! I make no money!

Pairing: Slade/Robin

Warning: T!

A/N: This next instalment is AU! Yeah, I'm sure everyone out there has heard of this plot before, but I've never seen it done with Sladin. This is only short, and maybe I'll do a drabble, which would be much longer, some time in the future, but for right now, I hope you enjoy.

C is for Cheek

Robin sighed and gazed out the window of his college AP Philosophy class. Usually he would be paying attention, but at the moment, he just didn't want to. He'd been going through a lot of stress lately and it was beginning to grate on his last nerve. Especially since some of that stress had to do with his currently lecturing teacher: Mr. Wilson.

It was childish to have some stupid crush on a man who was clearly much older than him and his teacher no less. Besides, weren't crushes for people in grade four? It just didn't make any sense to the teen and he continued to scold himself when his thoughts continuously took rather raunchy turns. It was inappropriate to think of his teacher in a sexual way! Just because the man had looks to die for, with his gelled white hair, and perfectly sculpted goatee, dull grey orbs piercing through your own, supple lips that just screamed to be kissed. And not to mention the man had a body to die for as well.

He must work out a lot and without the use of steroids, his mind mused dreamily.

He shook his head to rid them of those thoughts. He had to focus! He prided himself on being the top of his class, and he didn't want to miss any information that might be needed on the next exam. Although, it was rather hard for him to concentrate, considering when he turned to watch the man, he was bent over, picking up a pencil that he'd apparently dropped on the floor.

Robin mentally groaned to himself. This was going to be a long hour.

Finally the bell rang, signalling the end of class. Robin was grateful that college was over for the weekend, since it was Friday and this was his last class. He'd just placed his books in his bag, taking his time so he wouldn't have to beat the rush in the hallways. He sighed to himself and ran a hand through his raven-hair. He made his way down the few aisles as he'd sat a few rows back.

"Mr. Grayson." came the sultry voice of his teacher. Robin tensed slightly. It wasn't normal for someone's voice to send shudders through your body, especially in school!

"Um…yes?" the teen said, turning around to stare at the man's grey eyes.

"I noticed that you were rather preoccupied today, is something the matter?"

The teen gulped and noticed that there were no students left in the room and, unfortunately, the last student who'd left had closed the door. They were all alone in the large classroom.

"Oh…um…no…I'm just…stressed out." Robin mumbled, looking towards the floor. Mr. Wilson moved forward to stand directly in front of him, crossing his arms.

"Ah, yes, studying for provincial exams can be stressful, let me remind you that should you need any assistance in studying, I'm more than happy to help, in any way that I can." The man said seriously.

He didn't…No, I'm just imaging the double meaning in that! Bad Robin! Stop thinking like that! He's your goddamned teacher for Christ sakes!

"Oh, th-thank you Mr. Wilson." Robin said, flushing. The teen's blue orbs sparkled as they gazed back up towards his teachers grey eye. He suddenly gasped when he realized how close they were.

"Think nothing of it, Robin." The man seemed to purr, his eyes glinting in mischief.

The college student stared in amazement. Mr. Wilson had just said his name, and, and…

He couldn't help the shudder that escaped him.

"Are you cold?"

"N-no! I'm just…"

"Robin?" they were inches apart, looking each other in the eye. Robin didn't know how many wet dreams had started like this.

"Ye-yes…Mr. Wilson?" he breathed out, his cheeks red. Suddenly the man's face leaned forward and for a moment, the teen thought he was going to kiss him. He was disappointed when his teacher ghosted his lips over his cheek, purposely placing pressure on it, as if kissing him lightly on the cheek, before whispering in his ear.

"I meant what I said, Robin, in any way."

Robin stuttered and pulled away, flushing bright red all over his body. He stuttered out a thank you and hightailed it out the door.

Mr. Wilson just grinned in the classroom.

A/N: It wasn't even a lemon and I found that hot! I am totally going to do a lemon in this universe! I just can't pass up an opportunity as hot as this one!

By the way!: If you have any suggestions for letters, just let me know. They have to be small, however, so no huge plots! But, even if you just gave me a word for a different letter, I could run with it!

/Jayto