Title: A Darker Shade of Love
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: M throughout the entire fic.
Genre: Angst/Slash/Drama
Pairing: Past Sladin with RobinRed X
Chapter Summary: A lot of hurdles are finally jumped in Red and Robin's relationship.
Author's Note: Oh goodness, another two month update. Well, I can happily inform you guys that this story is coming to a close before I leave for college this August. The end of August, but still. That means, about three-ish? more chapters *will* be happening in the next two and a half months. Also, I feel happy and a bit embarrassed about this chapter. You'll see why.
Marching On
Red had told him beforehand that they were due for a night in and that just so happened to be exactly what Robin had wanted. After all, it was an important night for the boys.
Robin landed on the fire escape easily, his cape slowly trailing down to lay flat against his back. He pulled the window up and jumped in to instantly be hit with an array of smells. Robin sniffed the heavenly air; it almost reminded him of standing in the kitchen at Wayne Manor while Alfred prepared a feast. His eyes snapped open to find Red busy in the kitchen.
"Did I come into the wrong apartment?" Robin asked with a smirk as he eyed Red happily. He liked seeing Red X in jeans and a t-shirt, it made him seem like the real boy he was. Although, the apron tied around Red didn't seem as out of place as it probably should have.
"You're early," Red sighed as he quickly covered the pot he had been stirring and turned the temperature up. "I suppose it's for the best though; dinner is almost ready."
"So, it's our one year anniversary." Robin acknowledged with a sly grin. As if Red really didn't have it marked on his pocket calendar with a large heart.
"Really?" Red X asked as he wiped his hands off on the apron he was wearing. "I had no idea; I'm such a horrible boyfriend. How can you ever forgive me for forgetting our anniversary?" Red asked dramatically as he held the back of his hand up to his forehead and stared up at the ceiling as though he was about to faint.
"Red," Robin smirked and pointed to his apron.
"Yeah, yeah," Red wagged the finger away. "Your gift is in my bedroom and I'm making dinner. I'm pretty much a house wife." Red sighed as he peeked into the closed pot and then turned the stove to a lower setting just as something went off in the oven. Red quickly pulled on two oven mitts and took a covered pan out of the oven and closed it with his foot.
Robin stepped behind Red and wrapped his arms around his waist as he rested his chin on Red's shoulder. "Smells good," he commented.
"I hope it tastes good," Red smiled and turned his head to place a kiss on Robin's cheek. "Now, get out of my kitchen until I'm all done."
"Pushy thief," Robin smirked as he slowly slipped out of the kitchen. "Whatever will I do to entertain myself while you're in the kitchen?"
"Do what every working husband does when he's waiting on his wife; drink beer and watch TV." Red called out, making Robin chuckle as he sauntered over to the couch. He took off his boots and his cape to place them under the window he used as an entryway. Robin settled into the couch and wiggled his toes in his socks as he relaxed and patiently waited.
"Robin, I hate to wake you, but I don't want everything to get cold." Red whispered as he trailed his fingers through Robin's hair. A sleepy moan escaped Robin as he blinked open his eyes and smiled up at Red.
"I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He admitted as he stretched and stood from the couch. Red grinned and Robin frowned. "Did you draw on my face?" Robin asked as he remembered the original threat Red had told him about falling asleep in his apartment.
"Yeah, but it's under your mask so no one will really know." Red assured him as he pressed a quick kiss to Robin's cheek. "Come on now, our food's waiting."
"Wait a moment," Robin headed to the bathroom. He took off his mask and stared at the corner of his left eye where a black little heart with a red 'x' inside of it sat. Robin smiled and shook his head good naturedly. "You're so mature." Robin commented, rolling his eyes, since they were visible now, as he tucked his mask into his belt.
"You love it," Red smiled as he finished dishing out two plates and lit two candles in the middle of the small table.
Robin sniffed the air and hummed happily, "Chicken and pasta; nice." He commented as he took his seat.
"It's pretty much the fanciest thing I know how to cook, okay?" Red shrugged his shoulders.
"I appreciate you cooking for me." Robin beamed.
A goofy smile bloomed on Red's face. "You are such a charmer with your baby blues. But seriously, don't say anything until after we find out if this is all edible or not." He grinned. "Well, here goes nothing," Red picked up his knife and fork and began to dig in.
After the meal, which ended with both of them still living to Red's great pleasure, Robin helped Red do the dishes. He had offered to do them by himself but Red had insisted on helping. Then Red had gotten distracted with the soap bubbles and blowing them everywhere. Robin ended up doing the dishes mostly by himself and helping Red clean up the soapy kitchen.
The two settled on the couch and Red X pulled out his guitar. He blushed as he told Robin that he had finished the song for him.
"I still have some things I want to fix, but I wanted to share this with you today." Red cleared his throat and began to pluck one cord after another. A pleasing tone filled the air as Red strummed away on his guitar.
"A Robin flies through the air,
Protecting all who see his yellow wings.
An ordinary bird with an extraordinary heart;
He has the strength to carry us to paradise."
Red's soft voice mixed in with the chords as Robin listened quietly to the carefully chosen words.
"What makes a hero,
Is what makes him special to me.
A Robin so carefree,
He always flies to the clouds.
Nothing can bring this bird down."
Red tapped his foot for a few beats as he continued to strum on his strings.
"Just wait,
The Robin will fly back.
Always, the Robin will come.
Stronger than the dove,
The Robin is the one I love."
Red's face reddened a bit.
"What makes a hero,
Is what makes him special to me.
A Robin so carefree,
He always flies to the clouds.
Nothing can bring this bird down."
Red continued to pluck at the guitar strings until he finished with a flourish strum down all the cords. He cleared his throat and looked up at Robin with a nervous smile, "Happy Anniversary."
"That was the greatest gift I've ever received." Robin admitted as he wrapped his arms around Red's neck and pulled him into a heated kiss. Robin can't even speak except with his body and he's screaming in joy. Each lap of his tongue against Red's tongue was a compliment straight to the heart. Robin's heat as he climbed onto Red's lap and pressed against him was 'thank you' made physical.
When Robin pulled back there was a thin strip of salvia connecting the corner of their lips but Robin disregarded it as he pushed in for one last quick kiss before finally trying to intake the amount of oxygen he had spent kissing Red.
"I have a gift for you too," Robin smiled. "I would have bought you something but I figured you steal anything you want. Instead, I got you something that I want you to have and that you can't buy." He slowly started to remove his clothes. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, his arms stretching up and exposing his flat, taught stomach.
"Robin," Red's mouth went dry even as his fingers twitched to touch the creamy skin in front of him. "We don't have to do that just 'cause it's our anniversary, you know? I mean, I'll gladly wait until our tenth year anniversary or something. I just, I don't want to rush you."
"No, Red, I want to." Robin stood up and held out his hand to help Red stand as well. "I want you," he admitted as he pulled Red up. He squeezed Red's hand for reassurance and led him into the bedroom.
Robin laid on his back on the bed as he brought Red down with him, forcing Red to straddle him. "Touch me," Robin whispered as he wiggled a hand under Red's shirt to help urge the shirt off. Red quickly pulled the fabric up and off of him as he leaned forward and lapped at Robin's neck.
Robin moaned pleasantly and brought a knee up to rub in between Red's legs. Red groaned and retaliated by bringing his thumbs down to circle Robin's nipples until two perk stubs stood hard. Robin bucked his hips up as Red's hands went lower and tickled his sensitive sides in exploration of his ribs. His covered erection bumped into Red's own and the two moaned in syncopation.
"Pants are problematic," Robin panted as he eagerly removed his belt and then started to pull his pants down.
"Wait," Red planted his hands on Robin's shoulders before his pants had even passed his slim hips. "I want to."
Red loomed over Robin and suddenly Robin saw Slade's mask instead of Red's smiling face. He felt like he was reliving it all over again; the hands on his shoulders, the legs straddling his hips, and the knowledge of what was about to come. Robin stared blankly up at the ceiling for a moment, his hands falling to his sides and allowing Red to slowly start to work Robin's pants off instead. Robin started to shake with sobs and immediately Red's smile fell and he quickly pulled Robin's pants back up as he hugged his loved one.
"It's okay, Robin," Red feared this would happen but he knew how to console Robin by this point in their relationship. "I'm not going to do anything anymore. I'm going to stop because I'm not like him; I don't like to see you hurt." He pulled Robin into a sitting position and allowed for the boy to wet his shoulder as the tears followed the sobs. He soothingly rubbed Robin's trembling back as he held him. Robin was such a fragile child and Slade had broken him too much.
"I'm sorry," Robin sobbed as he squeezed Red tighter. "I know you're not him," his sobs started winding down but his tears continued. "But it just felt too much like it. But you're not him; you love me and I love you; I want this with you." Robin rested his head on Red's shoulder and Red hugged the boy closer.
Red X prayed that he'd be able to fix the shattered pieces that Slade had left. "I know, Robin, and I understand. But I'm not going to force you like he did. I can wait forever." Damn Slade. Red X swore that he'd make the man pay for what he did.
"I ruined our anniversary." Robin moped. "I couldn't even give you a present after you gave me something so wonderful."
"That's not true. Don't worry, Robin, all I wanted tonight was to be with you and you've given me that." Red assured as he nuzzled his cheek against Robin's own. "I don't care about anything else except spending time with you."
Red dried Robin's tears and pressed a careful kiss to his lips. Robin meekly responded to the kiss with a devastated sigh. "Can I," Robin pursed his lips together and looked down at Red's messy floor. Robin blinked as he looked at his reflection in a shiny CD lying on the floor. He caught sight of the little black heart near his eye and for some reason he felt better.
"Can I spend the night here with you? To make up for this fluke of a gift?" Robin asked as he pressed up against Red.
Red smiled and stroked his hand through Robin's hair. "Of course. You know I love cuddling with you. You're like a giant, warm stuff animal." Robin chuckled softly, mostly for the effort that Red was putting forth to try and make him feel better. Still, he curled up next to Red in the little bed and the two slept fitfully in each others' arms.
Robin crept into the tower a little later than usual the next day and was glad that he at least beat his teammates to the kitchen. "Morning, Cyborg," Robin greeted as his buddy entered the room and headed straight for a cup of coffee. He always needed one cup, with a lot of cream and sugar, to help wake him up.
"Morning for you maybe," Cyborg mumbled. "I haven't even gotten to bed yet. Beast Boy had to insist that we pull an all nighter since you were out with your boyfriend. We all hoped that you would come in late so we could skip over practice but I saw you coming in so I figured I might as well stay up for practice and then pass out for the rest of the day." Cyborg rambled as he stirred in an extra spoonful of sugar.
Robin felt his breath stop as he stared at Cyborg. He hadn't heard a word pass the word 'boyfriend.' The very word coming out of Cyborg's mouth sounded like doom to Robin.
Cyborg blinked as he waved a hand in front of Robin's stunned face. "You okay, man? You don't," Cyborg stopped and pursed his lips together. "This is why I need to sleep; I get so loose lipped when I don't get enough sleep." Cyborg sighed and took a long sip from his coffee mug. "Listen, you don't need to freak. We all figured you had a significant other when you first started staying out practically every night. We don't care. We're glad you found someone to make you happy. Even if it is Red X."
"How do you know that it's Red X?" Robin asked with absolute horror.
"Um, BB and I got a little curious one night and, against Raven's wishes, we kinda followed you." Cyborg frowned and rubbed at his neck, embarrassed. "At first we were worried that Red X was going to be your newest 'Slade obsession' but then we saw you guys holding hands and," Cyborg shrugged. "Like I said, we're all happy for you, man, and Star wants to ask you to bring him over sometime but we've been able to restrain her so far. You deserve to have someone, Robin."
"Thanks," Robin licked his parched lips. "I, I really appreciate that you guys are so accepting."
"Man, you really thought an alien princess, a half-demon, a changeling, and a cyborg would care that the human on our team happened to be gay?" Cyborg stared at Robin until a smirk broke across Robin's face.
"Okay, okay, I hear you. Still, thanks, you know?" Robin smiled as Cyborg reached out and punched him playfully in the shoulder. "Anyway, we'll have an afternoon practice today so you can go ahead and hit the bed."
"Sweet salvation here I come." Cyborg cried out happily as he placed his mug in the sink and strolled toward his room.
Robin couldn't help but continue to smile for the rest of the day.
Robin happily leaped into the air, maneuvering his body to perform a back flip as he landed on the other rooftop silently. He grinned widely and quickly ran into the shadows the sunset provided him. He crept forward slowly until he was beside the motionless Red X. Robin stood by him for a few moments, looking down at the street and trying to figure out what Red was staring at so intently that he still didn't notice Robin.
"So, what're you doing?" He finally asked.
Red jerked backward and his hand flew up with a red 'x' weapon at the ready. "Robin," Red growled, "Don't sneak up on me like that. My heart condition, remember, the one you're giving me?" Red X held a hand to his chest over dramatically.
"Sorry," Robin grinned, showing that he wasn't the least bit sorry. "But seriously, what are you doing up here?"
"People watching," Red's voice turned solemn as he looked back down at the street below them. Robin frowned as he looked at the building across from the rooftop they were on. It was a business building owned by one of Bruce Wayne's competitors. The business owned many of the shops in Jump City and produced a lot of products. It even owned the local movie theater.
"That's the executor of the company right there." Red pointed out to Robin as a man hollered to a taxi. There was a red haired woman on his arm and Robin could tell, even from the distance he was at, that she was giggling at something the executive was saying. "That's his newest secretary; the third red head in the last two months. He always liked red heads." An unfamiliar bitter tone snuck into Red's voice.
"Red?" Robin placed a hand on Red's shoulder comfortingly. "Who is that man?"
"A Mr. Ronald Jones," Red answered. Robin licked his lips and glanced down at the man just as he climbed into the cab with the woman. He looked back up at Red and opened his mouth to ask but Red beat him to it. "Yeah, he's my dad." Red answered the unspoken question. They both watched as the cab pulled away. "Let's go," Red grabbed Robin's hand and turned away from the street.
They didn't talk about it for the rest of the night but Red's dad stayed on Robin's mind, even while Red did his best to act like he normally did on their nights out.
When Robin returned to the tower, he hit his laptop. Robin felt bad doing it, but he looked up Ronald Jones in his search files. His curiosity was killing him, especially since he finally had a lead on who Red X really was. Even though he loved Red, he really wanted to know more about him.
He found two articles about Ronald Jones. One mentioned how quickly Ronald rose to be an executive and the other mentioned his wife and how she went insane and killed herself and their son, a Scott Jones. Robin's eyes narrowed at the screen as he re-read that particular article. Red had mentioned his mother killing herself but had never said anything about a brother. That got his curiosity going again.
Robin went for a quick visit to Jump City's graveyard late that night.
It took him awhile but he found the headstone belonging to both Martha Jones and Scott Jones. It was well taken care of and Robin had a good suspicion that it wasn't because of Ronald. He stared at the simple grave and traced the carved in letters of 'Scott'.
Robin froze as he heard a rustle behind him and he quickly turned around to come face to face with Red X. Red held a single daisy in his gloved hand.
"You're dead," Robin stated as he frowned and watched Red kneel by the grave and place the flower down.
"Well, I am to him, and the rest of the world. But sometimes ghost have the amazing ability not to rest in peace." Red X shrugged. "Scott's dead, at least. But Red X lives on in his memory." Red stood and Robin took a step to be by his side as they both looked at the grave.
"You only steal from the companies that his business owns." Robin figured. "I ran a search and discovered that."
"And wherever I can find Xenothium," Red nodded. "I know I'm probably nothing more than a thorn in his side, but that's what a son is supposed to be to their fathers, right?"
"He doesn't deserve a son like you." Robin told him as he took Red's hand in his own.
"I know," Red agreed. "That's why I let him kill me off. I could have gone up to the papers; I could still do so now, and tell them how he left me after my mom's suicide. I could let the press know all about his habit of beating women and children, but it still wouldn't change him; nothing will."
They stood in silence for a few minutes until Robin squeezed his hand and started to pull him away. "Come stay the night with me." Red nodded silently and followed Robin to his bike.
"Robin, Robin, wake up." Red shook Robin awake, ignoring his annoyed groans. "We didn't set an alarm last night and now your team is up. How am I going to get out of here undetected?" Red asked in alarm.
"Relax," Robin rubbed at his eyes then grabbed his mask from the side table. "They already know we're dating and they probably won't care if you join us for breakfast."
Red stared at Robin, his green eyes wide and unblinking. "They know about us dating?"
"Yeah," Robin grinned. "I was surprised when I found out too." He shrugged and ran his hands through his hair, making the spikes stand up. "But they accept us both and since your crimes are so low keyed most of the time, I really don't think they'll mind if you steal some breakfast too."
Red gulped. "This is like me pretty much meeting your parents." Red X's eyes widened even more. "Oh god, am I going to have to meet Batman one day?"
Robin burst into loud laughter. "Let's just focus on meeting the Titans for right now." Robin pulled on his gloves, fingering the bracelet he had yet to take off. "That'll be the first test."
Red grinned and pulled his mask down. He paused for a moment and then pulled it half up. "So, I guess I should just keep my mask like this if I'm going to eat, right?"
"It's up to you really." Robin replied.
Red hummed to himself before he went to Robin's closet and threw the doors open. "Can I borrow one of your masks? I feel ridiculous with my mask like this. It's like I'm trying to be some sort of Spiderman copy-cat."
Robin scoffed. "Sure, but they'll see your hair." Robin reminded him.
"Whatever. I'm obviously not too keen on having a secret identity anyways. I mean, I did practically tell you my entire history, just not in so few words." Red pointed out. Robin nodded in agreement. Red tucked his mask into his belt and then placed one of Robin's masks over his eyes. "Whoa, how does this mask stay on?"
"It's specially made." Robin replied as he threw his cape over his shoulders. "Well, ready for breakfast?"
Red X took a deep breath. "It's now or never." He grabbed Robin's hand and walked alongside him to the main room.
Starfire was in the middle of cooking something with Silkie carefully watching for any explosions or messes to personally clean up. Raven was in a corner levitating as she meditated and ignored Cyborg and Beast Boy laughing while they watched morning cartoons.
Starfire noticed the two standing in the doorway first. "Robin, glorious morning to you and your trafli'n." She beamed and flew up to the couple. "I am correct in guessing that this is the Red X, yes?"
"Yeah, Star, this is Red." Robin smiled back.
"I'm a what now?" Red asked, confused by Starfire's alien language.
"You are Robin's trafli'n, yes?" Starfire blinked and moved closer to Red, sniffing him. "You smell like him and are holding his hand like most pairs of trafli'ns do here on Earth."
"Well, if trafli'n means something like boyfriend then, yeah, I am." Red stated.
"Wonderful!" Starfire clapped her hands together. "I will no longer think of you negatively then." She grinned and flew back over to the stove. "I am glad I am already preparing food from Tamaran for a first meal with Robin's trafli'n deserves a celebratory dish."
"Hey, Red X." The couple turned to see Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven all leaning against the couch, staring at them. "It's nice to finally see you. Seriously," Cyborg grinned. "You're normally invisible or bouncing all over the place."
"That's 'cause you guys are normally trying to catch me or something." Red shrugged as he went down the few steps with Robin. "But now that you do have a clear view you have to promise not to try and be too jealous of Robin." Cyborg snorted and held out his fist. Red bumped it accordingly.
"Dude, Red X is a redhead. How fitting is that?" Beast Boy grinned as he noted the bright hair color.
"Thanks for pointing that out, Sherlock." Raven sighed. "Are you staying for breakfast, Red X?"
"It depends," Red skeptically looked at Starfire's pot as a yellow liquid began to bubble over the edges.
"I'll cook." Cyborg offered. "I can make eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and waffles. Raven loves waffles." He pointed to the goth and she nodded in agreement.
"And I can make tofu eggs, tofu bacon, tofu sausage, and use soymilk to make waffles." Beast Boy countered.
"Um, I'm not really into the vegetarian thing." Red commented.
Beast Boy frowned with a sigh. "No one ever is." He sulked as Cyborg chuckled.
"I'm getting my tea before Starfire's cooking makes the kitchen start fighting us again." Raven commented as she glided over to the drawers.
Cyborg and Beast Boy raced over to the refrigerator and started piling ingredients on the countertop. Red smiled as he watched the team at work. He glanced at Robin as he felt the other squeeze his hand. Robin smiled back at him and Red X knew that things were going well.
"Are you sure?" Red X asked, his voice filled with concern, as he looked Robin over. The Boy Wonder was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, leaving only a little for Red X to wonder about.
Robin nodded. "I'm sure. I want this," and then he added, "I want you." He looked up at Red and smiled as the other sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Robin's thigh. "To feel you with me, inside me, around me; to feel your love and to feel you feel my love; I want it the way it's supposed to happen." Robin nodded, sure of himself.
"I promise," Red's voice dropped to a low whisper, "it'll be different than it was with him." Red X kissed Robin and the younger teen wrapped his arms around Red's neck.
"It already is different; I want it, I love you, I can kiss you, hold you, and it's both of our choices." Robin smiled as Red moved him to lie on his back.
"You tell me if anything starts to feel bad." Red whispered against Robin's mouth as he covered the soft lips a second later. Robin moaned as he felt Red's tongue slide over his teeth and twirl around his own tongue.
Red's hands snaked up and down Robin's warm sides, lightly tickling him. Robin gasped and mewled around Red's tongue as his stomach muscles clenched. He moaned loudly while his fingers ran through Red's hair, surprisingly soft and not stiff from product like his own.
Red left Robin's lip to kiss down Robin's neck. His hands hesitantly traced the top of Robin's boxers, dipping under the elastic to touch the head of Robin's cock. Robin's hips bucked up automatically and Red's body moved instantly to rub his own rock hard erection against Robin's.
"Fuck," Red moaned and pulled away from Robin to quickly pull off his shirt. "I am wearing way too much clothes to be considered legal right now." He mumbled as he chucked his shirt in a corner of his bedroom.
He leaned back down and attacked Robin's neck, his lips kissing his Adam's apple as his teeth then lightly scraped at his jugular. Robin moaned and he racked his hands down Red's muscular back. Red shuddered at the feeling of blunt nails trailing across his skin.
The redhead reached down and undid his pants, lowering them and the waistband of his boxers enough so his erection was freed. Robin licked his lips and lifted his hips in invitation which Red takes as he slid Robin's boxers down and off. The rest of their clothes joined the mess on Red's floor.
Red moved in between Robin's legs, his thighs parting like water, and he lifted Robin's legs up so that his thighs rest against his chest. Robin's calves were on the redhead's shoulders, his feet dangling in the air.
Robin started to feel a slight anxiety in his chest and focused on his breathing to calm himself down. He didn't notice when Red moved to grab the lube and he jerked with surprise when he felt Red's finger brush against his entrance.
"You okay, Robin?" Red asked, concern growing in his green eyes. Robin nodded and offered Red a smile and, although it was a bit weak, Red trusted Robin to know how far to go.
Robin felt the tip of Red's index finger into his anus and liquid fire swirled down his chest to his groan. "Agh," Robin bit down on his lip to block the cry and Red froze. "I'm fine," Robin panted and nodded for Red to continue.
Red swirled his index finger against the resistance with his middle finger tickling the puckered skin surrounding his index. It loosened up on its own and he was able to slowly insert all the way up to the third knuckle. Red scissored his fingers and suddenly hit Robin's prostate dead on. Robin tensed and cried out in orgasmic pleasure.
A delighted expression formed on Red's face as he pressed hard on that spot and watched Robin squirm with pleasure. "Red, please," Robin begged as Red gently pushed his prostate again. "I'm, I'm going to come if you keep doing that." He warned. It was as though hot lava was flowing thickly through every vein inside him.
Red grinned. "Is that a promise?"
"Red," Robin groaned.
"I'm teasing," Red removed his fingers and quickly rubbed a coat of lube onto his cock.
"I'm aware," Robin managed a small smirk. "Cock tease." He muttered.
Red raised a brow as he gripped himself and led the head to Robin's loose hole. "What was that?" He challenged.
Robin never was one to back down from a challenge so he easily replied, "I said you were a cock tease."
"I thought so," Red grinned and pushed in. Robin threw his head back as a very loud and long moan escaped him. Red was obviously brought to heaven, judging by the look of pure bliss on his face. His eyes were full of different emotions and all of them were aimed right at Robin. "You good?" He asked after enough time had passed for Robin to adjust to him.
"Yeah," Robin grinned, "pretty good right now. I bet I'd feel better once you start moving though."
"I aim to please." Red smiled and started a slow and light pace, letting Robin get use to the feeling.
"I'm good, Red," Robin assured as his blue eyes met green ones. "You can go harder."
Red nodded and went faster, piston in and out halfway, hearing the slick sounds of his cock repeatedly intruding Robin's ass. Robin grunted as he enjoyed the shaft hitting his sweet spot again and again. He had never felt something so good. It was as if the world had imploded around Robin, leaving him in complete isolation with Red. His focus was fully on the teen on top of him.
Their eyes met and then Red leaned forward. They were panting too hard to kiss without risking some sort of mild suffocation happening so they settled on simply basking in one another's hot breaths.
Then Red's hips slammed home once more and he came, his semen covering Robin's insides. The warm rush sent Robin over the edge and he came crashing so hard he blacked out for a moment.
When he opened his eyes, Red's arms were wrapped around him and Red's mouth was moving up and down his neck. "You okay?" Red asked.
Robin smiled and turned in Red's arms to pillow his head under Red's chin. "Never better." He assured the other.
"I love you." Red pressed a kiss to Robin's forehead and nuzzled against him.
"I love you too." Robin grinned and settled in blissful peace. In Red's arms, he felt like he was protected from the world.
A.N. Right, so, that song? Yeah, I made that up but I don't know musical things so just imagine it sounds pretty, okay? ...Right. But anyways. Sex, yay, right?