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: M. Slash! Yaoi! This is a free-standing with Robin and Slade having an established relationship.
A/N: You can all thank Wynja for this suggestion. I completely fell in love with it! She wanted French Maid as the word for F and this is what I came up with! Enjoy!
F is for French Maid
Robin flushed at the sight of him in the floor length mirror. He knew the reason that he was wearing such a thing, but he couldn't even begin to understand why he actually looked, well, rather hot in the skimpy little outfit. His lover was sure to freak when he saw him, and then hopefully, fuck his brains out.
The Titan knew that his lover had a fetish for woman's clothing, well, not on his own person, but rather on his little spit-fire boyfriend Robin. Especially since he had the small build for it. They'd never tried anything, it'd only been a fleeting conversation about different likes and dislikes. But, the teen knew that he wanted to do this for Slade. He was just a tad bit embarrassed to be doing it.
Robin grinned at himself and picked up the feather duster from the counter in the washroom. Slade should be home any minute, and boy would he be surprised.
The mercenary sighed as he entered his lair, taking off his mask after checking around to make sure that he was alone. He was, unfortunately. He'd rather hoped that his little lover was running around, as they hadn't seen each other in a week. Well, that was what happened when you had a villain and a hero dating, work just seemed to mess everything up.
He headed towards the kitchen, wanting something to drink, preferably a cold bottle of water. He felt rather parched. He made his way down the cold hallway and towards his destination, and since there was no door, he just walked right in.
The sight that met him made him painfully hard and his mouth go even dryer.
There was Robin, his innocent, proper, sexy Robin, reaching up towards a cupboard, revealing to what Slade assumed was a G-string that barely covered his ass, dusting the wooden door with a pink feather duster. He was wearing a leather mini-dress that went to just passed his thighs, not covering anything, with a built in petticoat and pink apron, there was lace and ruffles everywhere, leather chocker attached to his neck, and a small pink maid cap on his head. Slade drew in a breath as Robin climbed the counter to reach better, and the man's eyes widen.
Robin was wearing a pair of pink stockings and knee-high length high heeled boots.
"I'm sorry sir, did you need something?" Robin purred in a seductive way, kneeling on all fours on the wide counter space, ass high in the air, an innocent look on his face. Slade felt his cock weep, it was so hard.
"R-Robin?"
"I'm sorry sir, I haven't …quite finished cleaning, it's a tad hard, makes me a little, sweaty." Slade could almost hear the moan, especially when the teen ran the feather duster across his covered nipples as if by accident, but there was no denying that they harden at the contact. That succulent tongue darted out to slowly run across their lips and Slade breathed in a deep breath. Robin then moved off the counter, running his hands across his own arms.
"Its quite chilly in here, sir." The teen purred, sauntering towards him with a swagger, the heels clicking against the tiled flooring. He reached the man and ran the feather duster down his chest. "My nipples don't like to be chilly."
"Yes…we can't have that, can we?" Slade finally spoke out huskily. He watched the light flush on the hero's check and could barely contain himself. The little minx…
"I'm sorry I haven't gotten to dinner yet, sir. I've been awfully busy…" he leered, running a hand up across the man's chest in the same place the duster had been. He leaned forward, coming closer to Slade, looking up at him with the most innocent and yet sexy face he could muster, and whispered: "But dessert is just ready for the taking."
Slade made a noise in the back of his throat, but would deny that it was a needy sound. No, totally wasn't.
"I like my dessert first." The man purred. "Have you finished your duties for the day?"
"Yes!" was the whispered, needy, reply with eyes hooded. Slade felt a little pre-cum rush from his cock, that was the sound Robin always made just as he was about to cum. "Is there…anyway I can service you further? I would hate to leave anything, unfulfilled…"
Slade lost it right there, and grabbed his lover, crashing their lips together.
The island in the middle of the kitchen proved rather useful as that was were Robin was currently laying. Slade was between his legs, tongue darting out to touch the flimsy piece of underwear he was sporting. He heard another drawn breath and smirked to himself. Slade must have seen then.
"You little minx, don't think for one second that you are going to be able to walk for a week, at least not when I'm through with you." The man growled out huskily. The object of desire was the pink studs on the front of the G-string which came to spell "Slade". He knew it was a nice little touch, and he'd been right when he thought Slade would love it.
"Anything for you sir." He continued with his game, not wanting to break character.
The man growled and slipped the underwear over the boots and off. Slade immediately noticed that Robin felt soft, well, softer than usual and saw the cause.
"You shaved, you naughty boy."
"It…it was all to please you, sir." the teen gasped, as the man had taken the liberty to run his tongue over the smooth surface just before his shaft, which was rather purple.
"I like that." the villain mumbled against the skin, running his hands along the exposed legs, to the top of the leather boots. His tongue became adventurous as Robin's soft moans and little gasps of pleasure filled the room. He came to the teen entrance and ran his tongue lightly over the entrance. His eyes widened when he realized:
"You prepared yourself?"
"Yes sir, and its edible too. I know how you like when I pleasure myself. I hope you enjoy."
"I think I will."
Robin threw his head back and moaned at the feeling of the wet appendage thrusting into his tight entrance. The feather duster fell to the floor, but neither of them noticed. Slade too busy pleasuring his little minx of a lover. The teen spread his legs and looked down at the man with a light grin.
"Sir, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, that you may fuck me…and I know how much you like to fuck hard."
Slade groaned loud, taking in the sight of teen. It was so surreal and yet here the hero was, all for his taking. The man quickly tore off his uniform pants and armour plates, before climbing on top of the island that could hold them both, more or less. He smirked down at the small flush on the hero's check as he placed both of his boot covered legs over his shoulders.
"Naughty maid, I think a reward is due."
"Yes sir…" robin breathed out as he felt himself being filled.
They lie together later that night in bed, all clothing thrown on the floor. Robin was currently curled up against the man, half-asleep as Slade had insisted on two more times to satisfy him. Who was a good maid to refuse?
"That outfit isn't a rental is it?" Slade asked out of the blue.
Robin chuckled. "Nope, I bought it."
"Good. We might have more use for it."
Robin turned to look at his lover, a wide grin on his face.
"Oh? But, I just bought this really sexy school girl uniform that I thought we could try. Wanna be my principal? I've been a naughty boy, getting sent to the office."
Slade growled and covered Robin's body with his own again.
A maid's work is never done.
A/N: Hehehe! I think that was my favourite one yet! I hope you all enjoyed it!
Oh, and if anyone wants to see what the outfit looked like, please go to this link: http:// models-port. com/md/pix/a_french_maid_01. jpg
Make sure to fill the spaces.
The only thing is, I changed all the white parts to pink and instead of high heels, I used boots. Hope you like!
/Jayto