A/N1: Okay... I'm exhausted and I just finished this chapter. It might be crap. I haven't even read through it, so I'm pretty sure there will also be errors. I'm sorry friends, that's just the way these last few weeks have been. Last week was like this as well, but my schedule seems to be getting worse instead of better, which leaves fewer and fewer time to write, let alone edit. I've done my best to keep this story going with regular weekly updates, but I might have to ask your for pardon if/when I need to slow down or take a break. To try and make things a little easier while trying to keep up weekly publishing, I'm going to move the "official" posting date from Wednesday night to Thursdays night (which will hopefully work a little better with my workload). I'll do my best to keep publishing regularly, but I want to apologize that the quality might have suffered a bit, and if things need to slow down in the near future... Okay. Sorry, I'm done. Read now.
A/N2: He wasn't joking.
"You use that word a lot these days," Slade mused lightly. "I'm not sure you know what it means."
"Oh? Don't believe me?" Robin mused back airily, a joking tone hanging gently in his voice.
"I don't even want to dignify that with a response," The villain half scoffed.
"I guess I should expect a quip about how you can't imagine that anyone would sleep with me." Robin laughed.
"Yes, you're actually very puny." Slade murmured with a laugh, staring to drift into sleep until he felt the weight of another man on top of him. His eye snapped open to a sloppy smile hovering inches above his lips.
"I'm not joking, you know." Robin purred, crouched low in the short tent as he stared the man straight in the eye. "And for the record, I'm a fucking fantastic lay."
"Not interested, Boy Wonder," Slade responded very clearly, as though he was suddenly very awake.
"No jokes? No quips? I must really be under your skin," the teen smiled deviously as his body pressed harder against the man. "So, tell me, Slade. What turns you on?"
Slade gave the hero an almost piteous nose wrinkle. "I'll tell you what, get off me and I'll blame this on the drugs."
"What's that?" the teen hummed, leaning towards the man's lips and smirking when the he turned his head. The hero laughed and let his lips flutter against the man's neck. "You want me to get you off?"
"Get off, Robin, I'm losing my patience."
"Ooh, Come on, Slade. There are much better things to lose," the teen grinned against the man's neckline before nibbling his ear. "Pants, inhibitions, loads."
"Robin-"
"You want it, right?" The teen practically moaned in his ear. "I want it."
"Robin!" Slade growled as he'd finally had enough, rolling over and pinning the teen beneath him. To his surprise, the younger man simply laughed.
"My, my, Slade. Was that your erection I felt sliding over my thigh?" He didn't bother to struggle, only licked his lips and grinned.
"This isn't funny, boy," the man leered.
"On the contrary; I think it's hilarious. You're actually kind of cute when you're frustrated like this. "Are you hard?" Robin smirked, tilting his chin upward and parting his lips with a subtle pucker.
"Not in the least," came the quick, stoic reply.
"I could change that."
"And I could throw you over the side of the building. But let's not worry about coulds. We've got a big day ahead of us, and no time for bullshit."
Robin chuckled darkly and carefully wrapped his legs around the man's hips, completely ignoring the death glare that resulted from his actions.
"What are you gonna' do about it?" he challenged crudely. "How else are you going to get off this rooftop but through me?"
"Are you threatening to withhold your own safety unless I fuck around?" The man raised an unamused brow.
"I'm not threatening. I'm negotiating."
"You're delusional."
"I'm horny."
"You're probably just high. That medicine knocked you out for nearly two days. Honestly, I'm tempted to hit you with it again so I can go to sleep. I've been taking care of your half-conscious ass while spending hours upon hours trying to get the damn comm. line to receive something other than static."
"Tired, hmm? Poor villain. Maybe we can make a deal… I'll be good and quiet for the rest of the night in exchange for… one kiss."
"How about you kiss my ass instead?" Slade's lip curled slightly.
"Actually-"
"Oh, god. Fine. I don't even want to know how you were going to end that sentence. One kiss." He swopped down and briefly mashed his lips against the teen's before pulling back almost as quickly.
"I said a kiss. Christ, Slade, a little tongue won't kill you."
"I might kill you," Slade muttered darkly. He heaved a defeated sigh and leaned in slowly, his efforts clearly not in the game.
Robin chuckled just as Slade's lips were about to press against his, but before the man could pull away, the teen wriggled his hand free, grabbed the man by the back of his neck, and pulled him down into full, deep kiss.
Slade had to admit that he'd made some hasty assumptions about heroes and especially about Robin. It was a little humbling to find his former apprentice's tongue writhing against his own, even more so when he realized that the teen didn't seem to be bluffing about his fucking fantastic skills set. The kid was a natural. His lips and tongue moved with the same fluidity and grace that he displayed in the battlefield. There was a clear and vicious talent behind each and every sound and movement that piqued Slade's interest in the way that only pure, raw skill ever did… A tongue that talented could do wonders on more sensitive skin. Slade's hands crept over the lithe body, thumbs pressing the tattered cloth of the teen's shirt against his skin as a hot shiver ran up the villains spine.
But just as Slade was thinking about taking the game further, the teen pulled back with a mischievous glare as a hand cupped the villain's growing erection. His glare turned into a smirk as he yawned and rolled on his side.
"Well, a deal's a deal. Good night," he said coyly, closing his eyes and nestling in a sleeping position.
Slade stared at him numbly for a moment, nothing the young man's smirk with frustration before it dawned on him that the teen only meant to get him revved up as a tease.
"Goodnight," he said very plainly before he rolled to the opposite side of the tent and bedded down.
It was silent for a small moment before the teen chuckled. "God, it is so refreshing to piss you off for a change."
"Don't give yourself too much credit," Slade muttered. "And don't get ahead of yourself. Come tomorrow's training session, your ass is really mine."
A/N: Okay, yes. Goodnight.