Title: A Darker Shade of Love
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: M throughout the entire fic
Genre: Angst/Slash/Drama
Pairing: Sladin in the beginning with RobinRed X in future chapters
Chapter Summary: Slade and Robin start out their relationship and both are a bit frustrated. Robin wants a kiss but can't break their rules about masks and Slade wants Robin's lips as well. Luckily, Slade knows how to compromise.
Ideal Routine
The day seemed to drag on for an eternity. But finally the sun had set, the Titans had started their movie, and the last few remaining hours before it was almost nine flew by. At quarter to nine, the movie was over and the Titans were already starting to argue about which type of movie to watch next.
"Sorry, guys," Robin stood up from the couch and stretched. "I'm going to have to call a rain check on this one. I want to go survey the city and make sure everything is alright."
"Man, you've got to stop being so paranoid. If something was going down in the city then we'd know about it." Cyborg shook his head. Robin shrugged his shoulders.
"Dude, you can't leave though! If you do then Raven and Starfire are going to force us to watch some sort of chick-flick!" Beast Boy whined as he waved his hands in the air desperately.
"Actually, I was going to put my vote in for a horror movie, but since you mentioned it, I will vote for Starfire's movie." Raven replied and Starfire beamed happily as she floated off the couch to put her movie in.
"Aw man." Beast Boy sighed and glared at Cyborg.
"What? It was my night to pick the first one so you know I'm not allowed to vote for the second one." Cyborg defended himself. "Besides, it's not like I like chick-flicks either."
"But you totally do, man. You were so into that chick-flick that we watched last week." Beast Boy accused. By the time the Titans actually started their second movie, Robin was already in the park. Though he was in the northern part of the park and it took a few minutes to get to the southern side.
Checking his watch, he saw that he had two minutes and he refused to be late. He had plenty of time. He smirked as he jumped from one tree branch to the next and sprinted down the empty path, listening to his footsteps echo in the vacant park as he spotted the sign indicating the southern side of the park. Flipping over the sign, he landed gracefully in front of the southern entrance and smiled. He stopped and checked his watch; nine p.m. exactly, right on time; he was so good.
"That last flip wasn't really necessary but I must admit that it was a rather impressive entrance." Slade stepped out of the shadows that Robin swore hadn't been there a moment ago.
Robin opened his mouth—he had spent most of the day planning exactly what he was going to say to Slade—and no words came out of his mouth. He simply drew a big blank. While he tried to remember his prepared speech, his mouth was still wide open and he was still staring at Slade. Robin was pretty much making a great impression.
And then his mouth was closed with the finger that had done the closing still under his chin. Robin blinked out of his thoughts and stared at Slade standing right in front of him. "It's not very becoming of you, Robin, to simply stare with such a dumbfounded expression on your fair face." Slade purred as he gently moved his finger to stroke Robin's jaw.
The boy's masked eyes widened and he backed away. "You're not knocking me out again tonight." Slade shook his head and chuckled softly.
"Don't worry, Robin, I won't pull a dirty trick like that again." Slade claimed as he folded his hands behind his back. "I was simply worried about you not getting enough sleep."
"You were worried about me?" Robin narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Of course I was, Robin. You have quite a few nasty habits that will end up hurting you in the future if you don't take care of them now. But to break an insomniac habit you simply need to sleep a full night. You did so you're fine now and we'll be able to actually talk tonight." Slade unclasped his hands and motioned with one of them towards a nearby bench. "I'm sure you have just as many questions for me as I have for you. Care to sit down while we discuss a few things?"
Robin looked at the wooden bench under an oak tree and nodded. It wouldn't hurt to sit down. "Wait," he stopped himself from moving just as Slade turned. "How do I know this isn't some sort of trap or plan of yours?"
"You don't but since I haven't given you a reason to trust my word you wouldn't even if I told you it wasn't." Slade looked over his shoulder and Robin's hand rested on his belt with a warning glare. Chuckling, Slade faced Robin again and held out his hand. "Would a dictated treaty help calm you?"
"You're really willing to make a treaty with me?" Robin asked as he stared at the hand. He didn't trust that Slade would really make a deal with him.
"Of course I am. I promise not to attack you or any other citizen of Jump City at night as long as you're around." Slade offered. "And I am a man of my word."
"Alright, I'll believe you then and I promise not to attack you at night as well, at least not while we're on mutual talking meetings." Robin grabbed a hold of Slade's hand and his eyes widened as Slade's hand closed over his and shook. Slade's hand engulfed his own so easily. Robin gulped when Slade let go and stared at the man as he realized just how much Slade towered over him.
"So, how tall are you actually?" He asked as he decided they were now fully on mutual terms with each other and he should take the chance to find out as much information about Slade as he could.
"I'm six foot four inches." Slade replied calmly as he started walking towards the bench again. Robin jolted to catch up with him and walked by the man's side, looking him up and down. What he would give to be that tall and built…
"What made you decide to become a criminal?" Robin asked as he took in every detail of Slade's steps. He seemed to scream confidence and power with every step he took.
"I haven't decided to become a criminal, Robin, I've just decided that I don't like to follow society's rules when I don't find them fitting to my lifestyle." Slade explained as he sat down on the bench. Robin continued to stand and simply stare at how wide Slade's shoulders were and how Slade's spandex uniform showed off every inch of muscle that the man had everywhere. Slade patted the space beside him invitingly and Robin felt a bit ridiculous as he realized he had just been staring rudely at the man.
He took a seat next to Slade and he adjusted his cape to drape down over his shoulders in front of him to shield how much muscle mass he didn't have. Robin cleared his throat in an attempt to make the awkward sensation that he was feeling go away. It didn't. In fact, the situation only seemed to become more awkward due to it because now Slade's attention was drawn to him.
A gust of wind blew Robin's cape aside a bit. "So," Robin started and then trailed off as he realized he didn't know what to ask. What was too personal of a question? And could he actually just ask what Slade's planning? Robin knew things couldn't be so simple. Another blast of cold wind whistled by them and Robin shivered a bit as he wrapped his cape tightly around him once more.
"Not used to the cold autumn nights of Jump City yet?" Slade asked and Robin shrugged his shoulders to hide another shiver. He didn't think Slade caught it, but he really didn't know how good the man's eyesight was.
"Gotham's nights were pretty hot, even in autumn. Besides, when I am normally out here at night I'm chasing some crook and I don't even notice the temperature." Robin commented.
"Hm," Slade hummed lightly to himself for a moment. "Maybe we should take our meetings to an inside location."
"Do you mean another warehouse or someplace different?" Robin smirked. "Like your secret base?"
"My base isn't a secret; you just haven't been invited to it yet." Slade replied smoothly as he rested his arms on the back of the bench, his hand falling close to Robin's shoulder. Robin could have sworn that Slade was trying to pull that old move of wrapping your arm around someone's shoulders in a subtle way. "That could change, of course, if you wanted to meet their instead."
"Sure," Robin tried to act casual but inside his mind he was screaming with joy. He was about to find out where Slade's base was, where the man worked and had his plan located at. He'd be able to get the Titans together and attack the man during the day. "It would be a lot more pleasant then meeting out here in this cold weather, especially since it's only going to be getting colder the closer we get to winter."
"Good point," Robin froze as he felt Slade's hand brush lightly at his shoulder. He looked up at the man and saw that Slade was staring up at the stars so it must have been just his imagination playing tricks on him.
"Though I do think you should know that I have more than one base in this city and I'd bring you to the one I use the least. I trust that you'll hold your word about not attacking me at night, but to trust that you won't in the morning when given the chance would just be unintelligent on my part." It was as if Slade was reading Robin like an open book.
Robin nodded in understanding and glanced to see if Slade was still looking at the stars. He wasn't. Robin stared back as Slade stared at him. Finally, Robin decided to ask "What did you want to talk about?" If Slade wasn't going to blackmail him with his identity, harm him, or do anything bad like that, then what did the man want?
"I want to get to know you better, Robin; you're quite a fascinating and skillful young man. I believe that after some time I could become someone you consider more than just one of your enemies if you got a chance to know me as well." Robin flinched as Slade moved his hand faster than lighting and tipped his chin back to look at him. "I'm not going to beat around the bush here, Robin. It was proved last night that you know I feel a certain way for you and that you return that feeling."
Blushing, Robin bit his bottom lip for a moment before he spoke up. "So…you want to try to…date…or something?" Robin asked slowly, carefully choosing his words.
"Exactly, I want you to be mine, Robin." Slade's hand started to stroke under Robin's chin and the boy frowned.
"I'm not sure if--"
"I understand that you're a teenaged boy and that you're uncertain with your sexuality and you worry about what others think of you, but I'm simply asking that you give me a try." Slade asked as he watched Robin try to deal with his inner turmoil of making his decision. "Didn't I tell you already that I only started to attack this city because I wanted to catch your attention?"
"You did." Robin did remember that from the slight conversation they had had the night before.
"Do you think I will continue to attack this city once I know I have your attention?" Slade questioned and watched as Robin's eyes grew wide with realization. "If you're worried that your friends or others would think differently because you started to date me, then you can have that as an excuse. You can say that you're only doing it for the good of the city; you can be more of a hero if you're caught. But no one would find out about this, it'll be our secret." Slade suggested and Robin smiled. That did make sense and he would be stopping Slade—which is his goal—just in a different way.
"Okay." Robin responded and his eyes widened. His mouth had just spoken before he had even finished thinking it over. But once he did get a chance to think it over, he figured it really wouldn't hurt to give it a shot.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
"It's been a while since Slade's made a move, over a week now. Do you think he's planning something big?" Cyborg asked as he looked over his shoulder, making sure that Robin wasn't in the room.
"I believe he is." Raven responded as she briefly looked up from her book. "But whatever he's planning, when the time comes, we'll stop him."
"I agree with Raven. Although, my concern is not on Slade but on Robin; have you noticed how happy he has been since he started to go out every night?" Starfire asked as said boy walked into the room whistling. Robin smiled at his friends, grabbed a glass of water, and then left the room whistling an unnamable tune again. "See what I speak of? Although I am delighted to see Robin in the mood of happiness, I do not believe it is normal."
"Maybe he's just been happy because going out every night reminds him of adventures with Batman." Beast Boy suggested as he determinedly struck the channel surf button on the remote. "Dudes, there's nothing good on. Wanna watch a movie?"
"So, which movie are we watching tonight?" Robin asked as he settled down on the couch big enough for four. Slade glanced over his shoulder and then turned back to the slight collection of movies stored in the cabinet next to the big screen. Truth be told, he had only collected most of the movies once Robin had brought up the good point that they could watch movies together. Before Robin had come along, his movie collection had been based on movies about wars.
"Want to watch our favorite?" He asked as he pulled out said movie. Slade was sure that Robin wouldn't turn down that movie and he was quite fond of it himself.
"We just watched Brokeback Mountain on Monday." Robin pointed out. Slade shrugged his shoulders and placed the movie back into its proper place. "I didn't mean that I didn't want to watch it again, I was just reminding you." Slade stared at Robin for a moment and the boy smiled innocently as the man pulled the movie out yet again and placed it into the DVD player. "I do think I need to start bringing some movies when I come now."
"My collection isn't that limited, not anymore." Slade sat down on the couch and immediately wrapped his arm around Robin's shoulder. Robin leaned his head on Slade's chest and brought his feet up and under him as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend of two full weeks. It had been the best weeks of his teenaged life and his friends weren't even guessing the reason why he went out every night.
Slade had ended up showing Robin one of his bases. The entrance was actually at the warehouse where they had first met except it was sealed shut during the day and would only open at night if Slade unlocked the special security device that kept the entrance looking like a regular part of the concrete floor. He had yet to see the entire place, but Slade had showed him the main room—which was oddly filled with gears but Robin decided not to question it—and the room they were currently in which Robin had dubbed the movie room.
Each night Robin would leave the tower to end up at Slade's house at a quarter past nine and spend time with his boyfriend—he couldn't get enough of that, knowing that he had a boyfriend and could use the word freely—until it was half past one. Then he entered back into the Tower before any of the Titans realized how late he was out. It gave Slade and Robin enough time to talk, watch a movie, and spar sometimes.
Robin loved every moment of it. He had learned a lot about Slade just by talking with him about anything and everything. He was able to talk to the man about political viewpoints, music taste, weapons, different Karate skills and moves, favorites of different categories,—colors, foods, movies—and anything else he wanted to talk about. Slade was open-minded about everything except about personal things but that was fine with Robin. They had silently agreed not to talk about their backgrounds or take off their masks. Even though Robin thought it was unfair because Slade knew his identity and he didn't even know his last name. But he wasn't going to complain.
They hadn't done a lot of boyfriend…activities, to say the least. The most touching they have done was when they would settle down to watch a movie. But that was perfectly fine with Robin since he still blushed every time that a scene with kissing or other things happened in Brokeback Mountain.
It wasn't so fine with Slade though. He was enjoying the moment's he spent with Robin but he hated that he only had the boy for three hours while he spent twenty-one with his teammates. Robin had become very precious to Slade and it was getting harder to actually let the boy go home. He wanted Robin with him all the time. And he wanted to start becoming active with the boy.
Don't get him wrong, he loved the feel of Robin lying against him, but Slade wasn't a man who was really into cuddling. He was more of an action man. Though he would still continue to cuddle with Robin on the couch, as long as he could bring the boy into his bedroom and try some things out. Then they could cuddle together again, once they were both stark naked.
Slade knew that he couldn't skip so far ahead though and simply take the boy. Robin definitely wasn't ready for that kind of interaction. But that didn't mean that he wasn't ready for some other activities. Oh yes, Slade had a few ideas that he knew Robin would be ready to handle and enjoy.
During the movie, Slade absentmindedly stroked his fingers lightly over Robin's thigh. Tracing random patterns and shapes and feeling Robin start to twitch as he stimulated the nerves. Robin didn't seem to mind, in fact, Slade could tell that Robin was enjoying it. The boy was resting his arm on Slade's thigh now, becoming even more comfortable around him.
When the movie finally ended, Robin started talking about how he couldn't stand certain people's views on homosexuals and how he got sick at the mere thought of people actually killing someone else just for their different sexual interests.
"Let's continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable." Slade suggested as he stood from the couch and started walking out of the door and down a hallway. Robin took that as a sign to follow and he did so immediately. He couldn't help but think how huge Slade's lair was as he walked down the hall and passed door after door. None of them were marked in any way and they all looked the same. What purpose Slade had for so many rooms, Robin couldn't fathom. He also didn't know why Slade wouldn't show him around the place. It wasn't his main lair, right? So what did Slade have in this place that he didn't want Robin to see?
Running straight into Slade's back, Robin gasped from alert and took a step back; the man was so solidly built. He looked up just as Slade looked over his shoulder down at him. "You should be careful; being alert is a key point when you're fighting, after all."
"You just stopped so suddenly and I didn't have time to catch myself. Besides, we were talking, not sparring." Robin reminded as he looked around Slade at the door they had stopped at. It was the only one marked that they had passed so far.
A sharp, silver 'S' stood out on the door and Robin gulped. He hadn't known that Slade had meant going to his room to talk. Robin knew what happened when a dating couple went into a bedroom to 'talk' and he knew that he wasn't ready for such a thing yet.
"I suppose your mind must be on other things tonight." Slade purred and Robin's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to ask where Slade's mind was but Slade opened the door with a loud 'swoosh' and stepped into the room before he had a chance to object to anything that Slade might have planned.
Robin rubbed his arm nervously as he walked into Slade's room behind the man. "Get the door, would you?" Slade asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Robin.
Closing the door by pushing the button on the side, Robin walked over to Slade and stood before him. "Listen, Slade, I think—" Robin's eyes widened again as Slade suddenly grabbed his wrists and pulled him to straddle his lap. Gulping again, Robin tried to find his voice once again but Slade was right against him and his thumbs were rubbing circles against his wrist. The heat radiating off of the man alone was enough to get Robin sweating. Not to mention the fact that spandex did a really bad job concealing anatomy.
Slade placed his hand gently on Robin's face and Robin couldn't help but lean into the touch. He had always imagined Slade's gloves to always be cold, but they always turned out to feel so warm against his skin instead. And as the man started to rub his thumb over his mouth, staring at him with that intent single eye, Robin shivered and closed his eyes, completely forgetting what he wanted to protest.
His hands suddenly seemed to be moving on their own as they wrapped around Slade's neck. He jerked them back a bit when the gap of bare skin between his gloves and sleeves touched the cold metal of Slade's neck plate. Instead, he settled for holding onto Slade's shoulders. That way his protected skin only touched Slade's cold neck plate and it barely had any impact through his fabric.
Then Slade's thumb started to rub a little harder against his bottom lip and he felt the need for actual skin to press against his mouth to stimulate it better. His hands were doing what they wanted again and not asking him for permission as they traveled to the area where Slade's mask began and where his shirt's collar stopped. He slowly rolled the material down to the rim of the neck plate, revealing Slade's bare neck.
Seeing the white flesh below the spandex,--actual flesh proving how human Slade was--Robin couldn't help but lean forward and press a kiss to Slade's throat. Both of Slade's hands went to Robin's hips and the man cleared his throat.
"What are you doing, Robin?" Slade asked and Robin couldn't help but smirk against Slade's neck. For once, Slade was the one that was confused, given Robin was a bit as well, but at least Slade didn't know everything. Besides, boyfriends kissed, right? And you didn't always have to kiss each other's lips.
"I'm not sure, but what you're doing to me…I just want to kiss you but I'm not about to break our rule about our masks." Robin pressed his soft lips against Slade's revealed skin yet again and moaned happily at being able to actually touch the man behind the mask, even if he didn't know the face.
Slade's hands shifted off of his waist and another kiss later, one was on his chin again; bare skin tilting his chin away from Slade's mask; Slade had removed his gloves. Robin smiled and rubbed into the touch as he removed his own gloves and sat them next to Slade on the bed, near Slade's own discarded gloves.
Robin grabbed the hand that wasn't on his face in both of his and simply gawked at the difference like he usually found himself doing. Slade's hand was huge. Also really warm, Robin just had to squeeze his hands against Slade's callused one. Slade squeezed back and Robin could tell that he had enough strength in his one hand to hold onto both of his. That idea made him shiver, or perhaps it was the fact that Slade was rubbing his lips again, bare handed this time and making it feel even better than before.
"Slade," Robin closed his eyes and moaned softly as his pink lips continued to be stimulated by Slade's heavy thumb; the skin on skin contact felt wonderful. He had never known that contact through the lips could feel so good, but he supposed it was to be expected since people enjoyed kissing so much.
His eyes shot open in surprise though as Slade's thumb nudged his lips apart and slid into his mouth. He looked at Slade hesitantly but couldn't read anything in the man's eye as he simply continued to stare at him. Robin swallowed the small lump in his throat and slowly touched Slade's thumb with the tip of his tongue.
It was an odd taste, kind of manly with a hint of a leather/Kevlar mix, and yet so much like Slade. Robin watched as Slade's eye narrowed softly and he could tell that it wasn't a glare, but a look of pleasure. This made Robin happy because it meant that he was finally learning how to read Slade a little bit and that was good. So he smiled around the thumb and closed his eyes again.
He always was the type of kid that loved to put on a show, so why wouldn't he put on a show for Slade? Boyfriends did that for each other, right? One felt happy because they brought joy to the other; that's how relationships were supposed to work.
Wrapping his tongue around Slade's thumb he began to suck it repeatedly in and out; making loud unnecessary slurping noises and moans in the back of his throat as he went along. All the while, he made it seem like he was enjoying sucking on Slade's thumb as much as he would a lollipop.
Then Slade pulled his thumb away and replaced it with two fingers. Robin opened his eyes for a second, caught Slade's look, and could tell that his eye was filled with desire. He moaned again and began to swirl his tongue around Slade's fingers. Slade was obviously enjoying this so Robin decided that he did too.
He had been holding onto Slade's other hand with his own but Slade pulled free of Robin's grasp and rested his free hand on his waist, rubbing a soft circle under his belt for a moment until he moved to the belt buckle. Slade unbuckled his belt and Robin opened his eyes to stare at the man.
Slade stared back at Robin, seemingly challenging him to speak up, and slowly stroked Robin's lower back. He dipped underneath Robin's shirt and the hem of his pants to stroke his soft skin and Robin closed his eyes again. Slade simply wanted to touch a more intimate part of him; that was fine. Besides, he could trust Slade; Slade wouldn't do anything that he wasn't comfortable with.
After a few more moments of nothing but sucking and stroking, Slade pulled his sodden fingers out of Robin's mouth and moved them to stroke a wet line across Robin's lower back. He dipped his wet fingers into Robin's pants and traced the boy's crack, moving over the puckered spot and rubbing his slick fingers over it.
Robin gasped at the feeling and his eyes widened at the realization of what Slade was about to do. "Slade, I--"
Slade's other hand covered his mouth to stop him from objecting. "I just want to try it out, Robin. We're both unfamiliar with dating another male and I want to make sure we try everything out to see what we like and what we don't like so we'll be prepared in the future." Slade pressed the tip of one of his fingers into Robin's entrance and the boy gasped again and used his hands to push against Slade's chest. "Just let me get two into you, if you don't like the feeling, I'll stop. I promise, Robin. If you don't like it then I'll never do it again."
Robin frowned but reluctantly nodded behind Slade's other hand. After all, he always was interested in experimenting and that is what boyfriends did. Slade removed his hand and Robin forced a small smile on his face.
"We're not going to, um, do it, are we? I mean, at least not tonight or anything like that?" Robin asked a bit worried. Ever since he had started to date Slade he had been looking up things on the internet—very carefully so he didn't run onto a particularly crude website—and he knew that many people used fingers first to prepare their lover for other sexual things.
"No, Robin, I'm aware that you're not ready for that yet." Slade reassured. "Besides, when and if that does happen, I want it to be special for you. You always remember your first time and that often leads to how you view sex from there on."
Robin moved his hands to stroke Slade's chest while the man talked, showing his affection to the man and trying to not think about the fact that Slade's finger was slowing inching more into him. It was a strange feeling and he breathed deeply from his nose as he tried to relax and let the unfamiliar intrusion in.
"I've read that if I pump my finger it will be easier to get the second one inside. I can't exactly work my hand like that though in your pants. Am I allowed to remove your pants?" Slade asked as he slowly pulled his finger out and then managed to push it back inside. The angle was incredibly awkward and hard to work with.
Robin bit his lip as he thought about it. He finally shook his head. "No, I don't think I'm ready for that either." He blushed as Slade chuckled.
"So I'm allowed to touch but not to see? Worried about your size, Robin?" Slade chuckled again as Robin's blush increased and the boy ducked his head. "Don't worry, Robin," Slade cupped Robin's face with his unoccupied hand. "I know that, when the day comes, you'll be wonderful."
Robin continued to blush. "Sweet talk still won't get my pants off." Slade snapped his fingers and Robin smiled. Slade may not be an overall jokester, but he had his moments of sarcasm and funny quips that allowed Robin to remember that the man really was human.
"I'm going to add my second one now, alright?" Slade asked as he wiggled the tip of his second finger into Robin. The boy nodded but couldn't help the wince as Slade's two fingers started to slide into him. It was extremely uncomfortable and his body kept shouting at him to tense up, that something did not belong and that he shouldn't let it in.
"How does it feel?" Slade asked as both of his fingers were knuckle deep into the boy. He moved his fingers slowly inside Robin, scissoring them apart to spread Robin apart farther, and the boy hissed in discomfort.
"Really awkward and slightly uncomfortable; I could see if this led to, well, um, intercourse how it would be helpful, but otherwise this is kind of just a really disgusting notion. How does it feel to you?" Robin asked.
"Warm and tight," Slade sighed and started to slip his fingers out. "But since you don't like it, we won't do it again. I don't want to cause you any discomfort. I was just hoping that we could start moving a bit faster with things."
"Well, we have only been dating for two weeks. But I do understand what you mean. Since we're at the disadvantage of not being able to kiss it would make since to move to the next step, even though it seems like we're taking a huge step. We're not though, well, not really; we're just skipping first base." Robin smiled as he tried to make an excuse to how they weren't moving too quickly to himself more than Slade. Slade slid his hand completely out of his pants and he sighed happily.
Robin reclicked his belt into place and accidentally brushed Slade's crotch, which was extremely hard. He blushed and hesitantly looked up at Slade. The man's normally dull blue eye was even duller by the lust that had clouded over his vision. "Do you want me to, um," Robin floundered for a proper suggestion for this situation. He knew that it was getting late and he'd have to leave soon, but what boyfriend left when the other was still hard? "Would you like me to give you a hand job?" He asked, his voice a mere nervous whisper as he knew his face was bright red still.
He had never yet touch Slade like that but he masturbated regularly—more than usual since he had started to date Slade—and he figured that if he liked his own hand, Slade might as well.
Slade hummed in the back of his throat. "If you're up to it, why don't we try a blowjob instead?" Slade asked instead. "That is, if you're up to the challenge. I know that not everyone is actually interested in this sort of sexual activity, but I figured it's just something that we would eventually do and the sooner we started it, the better. But we can wait to do it some other night if you feel like we've done enough interacting for one night. I wouldn't want to rush you too much." Slade knew that if he was playing with Robin's emotions but he didn't feel guilty about it. If Robin got flustered by his concern and if he made Robin the center of attention for the night, then he would get what he wanted. Besides, the boy had been teasing him by sucking his fingers.
Indeed, Robin blushed and Slade knew that he had gotten what he wanted before Robin even voiced it. "That sounds fine. I mean, I've read a few things," his blush became a deeper crimson. "And I am a bit interested in…well, how it would, um, taste and everything." Robin ducked his head and Slade smiled behind his mask. The boy wanted to suck cock and he wasn't about to let Robin's eager mouth go to waste.
"I'll coach you through the process if you want me to." Slade suggested and Robin nodded. "Alright, you should probably kneel on the ground in between my legs to start off." Robin stepped off his lap and Slade frowned at the lack of heat but spread his legs and his good mood returned instantly as Robin blushed and placed his hands on his thighs.
"Should I…?" Robin gestured to the hard bump under Slade's spandex and Slade nodded. Slowly, Robin moved his hands up to Slade's belt and unclicked it, trying to make it an intimate act. Slade lifted his hips and Robin pulled his spandex pants down to reveal the man's black, tented boxers. "Um, should I…would it be better if I…"
"You can settle them around my ankles, Robin." Slade reassured the boy by cupping the back of his neck and rubbing his thumb softly over the boy's warmed skin.
Robin pulled his pants all the way down to the floor and licked his lips as he rested a hand on Slade' muscled thigh, below the boxers. Slade waited patiently as Robin slowly then roamed his hand back up to the elastic band on his boxers and he lifted his hips once again until his boxers joined his pants around his ankles. Robin shifted his knees so that he was kneeling on the fabric and the boy gulped as he stared at Slade's erection.
"Wow," Robin's eyes were round and quite comical looking as he stared at Slade's erection as it stood up straight against Slade's armored stomach. Robin hesitantly reached out and wrapped his hand around it, jolting a bit when it twitched at his touch. He looked up at Slade, worried that he had done something.
"Relax, Robin," Slade voice didn't hide the smile that his mask hid. "I'm not going to break by your touch." Robin grinned at his own stupidity and continued to blush in his embarrassment.
"Right, sorry." He apologized for acting like the scared virgin he was. It was true that Slade was also inexperienced with another guy sucking him off, but he was sure that Slade had probably had women give him blowjobs before and he hoped he wouldn't mess up.
"Why don't you go ahead and take a little taste, see if you like it?" Slade suggested and Robin nodded as he carefully bent forward and licked at the head of the long member. Slade moaned to show Robin that everything was okay—even better, in fact—and Robin continued to lick down to his hand that was still wrapped at the base of Slade. His tongue was wet and unskilled in a way that made Slade appreciate the sloppy, unsure licks.
Robin traced the vein on the underside of Slade's erection and he shifted his hand from the back of the boy's neck to his head as Robin's tongue traveled up to Slade's head again. "Go on, Robin, you've done great so far." He encouraged.
Slowly, Robin wrapped his lips around Slade's tip and sucked. Slade couldn't tell exactly, but he was pretty sure that Robin's eyes were on him behind the mask. Robin slowly moved his hand up and down Slade's shaft as he continued to suck and lick at Slade's head.
"Good, Robin, that feels amazing." Slade started to apply a slight pressure to Robin's head and the boy's movements all stilled. "Just try taking more." Slade reassured him as he stopped pushing on Robin's head.
Robin moaned a reply and started to lower his mouth on Slade as his hand began to pump again. "Good, Robin, good," Slade moaned as Robin's teeth accidentally scrapped over him. That seemed to be the right way to go because Robin started to get a bit more daring. His hand stopped stroking him and trailed down to fondle his balls. Slade moaned again his fingers gently rubbed in Robin's hair as the boy slurped loudly and continued to try and go down further on Slade.
The boy made a little gagging noise and pulled back but determinedly went back down on Slade and did a little movement with his tongue that caused Slade to hiss in pleasure and tighten his hand on Robin. "I'm coming," he warned and a moment later he was shooting down Robin's throat.
Robin's eyes were wide as he swallowed, milking Slade for all he had, and when Slade finally stopped Robin pulled off and wiped his mouth as a bit of cum dribbled from the corner of his mouth. "Wow, that was…" Robin couldn't find words to describe it but he smiled and Slade grinned behind his mask as well.
Slade rose and pulled his pants and boxers back up as Robin stood up and took a step back. "You're quite the natural at this, Robin. Or maybe you've been lying to me and actually just had plenty of practice with your other boyfriends?" Slade asked, a bit sarcastically as he wrapped his arm around Robin's waist and brought the boy close to him, pressing against the boy and feeling wetness between Robin's pants.
He chuckled as Robin shifted and blushed in his arm. "Don't worry, Robin, that's actually quite natural I've heard." Slade brought up his free hand and rubbed at Robin's red, puffy bottom lip.
"I've got to go, Slade, it's getting rather late." Robin smiled as he brought up his own hands and stroked up and down Slade's chest.
"I wish you could stay later. I barely get to see you, Robin." Slade protested and only tightened his arm around Robin's waist.
"You see me every day, Slade. And you have me here for hours." Robin argued as the smile remained on his face.
"True, but your friends get you every day as well and they get to be in your presence longer than I do." Slade growled and felt the shiver go up Robin's spine.
"Relax, there's plenty of me to go around. Besides, you know you can't have me all to yourself, Slade." Robin grinned, flashing his white teeth. It was rather enthralling that Slade was jealous of his friends and that the man was so possessive.
"I might have to amend that then." Slade mumbled as he ran his hand up Robin's back and then released the boy. "Alright then, run back to your tower before I change my mind and force you to stay here with me forever." Robin laughed and squeezed Slade's hand as he turned to the door.
"Goodnight, Slade, I'll see you tomorrow." Robin waved as he closed the door behind himself and made his way out of Slade's lair and to the docks.
"You bet you will." Slade promised to himself in the empty room.
A.N. Holy chocolate starfish, Batman! It's an update! Yes, I fell behind during the holidays so 'Aftershock Prizes' still isn't done and I haven't been working on it at all. I'll work on it tomorrow and maybe if a good plotbunny comes along--stay away, Lucy, this isn't hinting anything to you--I'll get it finished. Dlsky has set a challenge to me to match her updates with my own. So, just like her, I will be updating this story every weekend! So, go thank her for motivating my lazy butt!