A/N: This chapter might have you thinking: Boy, that escalated quickly. And then you'll think, what the fuck? And then you think, okay, I get it. That's kind of dumb. But you'll actually probably be thinking that the whole time because it's 3AM here and I'm exhausted again, and not very clever... either that or this chapter might not make much sense at all, and you'll think I just made a dick-plot move. But it's fine because I say so. It'll all come out in the wash... and by that I mean it'll make sense next week. Shit, you guys, I need to go to bed.
Each drop felt cool and fresh on his skin as Slade's head tilted back and he let the rain wash over his face. The coldness of the night had not quite set in, leaving the damp air feeling very pleasant against his naked body. He shook the water from his eye and dared a pleased smile at the clean feeling that splashed over his shoulder and dripped down his chest.
They'd rigged the empty MRE packets to act as funnels into their empty water bottles, but judging by the teen's actions, he didn't much feel like waiting. Robin was stark naked, head thrown back as Slade's had been, but his mouth was wide open, taking in all the water with the same sort of smile the man had cast a moment ago.
"Feels nice, hmm?" Slade asked over the sound of the rain.
Robin made an agreeing noise before he closed his lips and swallowed the rain in one large gulp.
"Warmer than I thought it would be," the teen smiled, earning a sort of grunt in reply from the man as he tilted his head back again and closed his eye to the rain once again.
"Feels like spring might finally be starting," he muttered more to himself than the teen as he slicked his hair back and ran a heavy hand over the muscles in his neck and shoulders. He kneaded the knots carefully as he stretched, willing his body not to tighten up after their long workout.
"You should stretch more," Slade told the teen as he slowly rolled the kinks out of his neck. "Rub your neck and shoulders, too. I noticed you're a little tight in that area."
"Well, we're not all so fortunate as to carry our tension in our asses," the teen mocked, but the happy smile stayed on his lips.
"You're awfully chipper. I suppose it's fitting that a robin would love the rain."
"That and the workout," the teen nodded. "I guess I haven't had to really think when I fought the dead. It was all melee and hit the ground running. Who knew I would miss facing off against you?"
"Quite the thrill, isn't it?" the villain smirked. "Now if only you'd taken such a shine to it when I tried to convert you."
"Perhaps if you'd offer to be my personal trainer rather than, you know, kidnapping me," Robin smirked, but the joy in his eyes remained through the sarcasm.
"Get to stretching, or you'll regret it," the man chided. "You'll be stuck in the tent if you can't crawl out."
"I'm too tired," the hero whined, plopping down on the rooftop, smile still intact. "Give me a massage if you're so worried about it."
"Careful what you wish for. Deep tissue massages can actually be quite painful."
"And so is getting your ass kicked after a brutal workout," the teen answered slyly. "Didn't stop you before."
"Alright then," Slade walked and knelt behind the teen. "If you want to hear 'I told you so,' then I'll oblige."
Robin gave a victorious smirk as the man knelt beside him and wrapped his hands over his shoulders. Slade gave a smirk of his own. He's start slowly, maybe even make it enjoyable, but gradually, the touches would become firmer, deeper, and more precise. He was familiar with fifty-seven forms on non-lethal, low-impact torture techniques - though he'd rarely ever used them. Back when he had clients, they hardly wanted his targets any way but dead. Shouldn't waste such an opportunity when it presented itself so nicely…
The hero's skin felt warm under his slow and strong caresses. Slade could feel the tension in each sinew slowly yielding to his touch, and far more quickly than he expected, the hero practically melted against him.
"Oh my god, that's amazing," Robin said in a voice that was nearly a moan as his posture slackened, and his smirk humbled itself into a far more appreciative expression. "Why did you ever try to being a criminal when you talents are clearly better suited for massage? Or, like, a porn star. A porn star masseuse."
"Were you always this talkative?" Slade huffed, his grip edging into a slightly more painful push and pull of the teen's muscles.
"Well, I'm sorry, you've got a huge dick and you give great massages. Those are facts."
"And you accuse me of being the pervert?" the man laughed, absent mindedly loosening his hold as he passed over what could be a particularly excruciating pressure point.
"Oh, yeah, you're still a total perv. But, I guess if I have to be stuck with one person on a rooftop surrounded by dead people, I'm kind of glad it's you and your giant cock."
"I'd appreciate it if we directed the conversation away from my penis, if you don't mind."
"Ohh, are you shy? That's okay," Robin broke away from the villain's hands and turned to face him. "We don't have to talk…"
Slade was a man that was rarely dumbstruck, but there was something particularly novel about his former apprentice facing him, fully nude and clearly aroused, that threw him for a loop.
"Robin," he protested, voice softer than he intended as he tried to draw his focus away from the teen's erection, only to find the cocky little smirk and shining blue eyes almost more distracting and mind-numbing.
"Shh. It's okay," the hero whispered as he placed his hands over the man's shoulders and leaned forward. "Don't think… just-"
Wiser thoughts told Slade to pull away, to stand and put some distance between him and the imminent danger before him… but that was part of the problem. He was the kind of man that ran towards danger, that thrived in it – and when he felt a warm tongue sliding against his own for the second time, and felt his heart speeding, he didn't want to pull away. He craved the excitement and the touch of his enemy as much as he missed the challenge of facing him as such.
Robin moaned loudly, swooning against the man and pressing their bodies together in a wet heat that fought away the rain as it grew colder with the descending night. Slade could feel the teen's hands roaming first curling over his shoulders and down his sides, feeling each and every scar and dimple that managed to map his body before he'd been made indestructible. He could almost taste the smirk in the hero's kiss when the hands followed the curve of the man's hip bones and teased over his manhood. He could feel his body aching with interest as his length hardened in the teen's grip. The boy was clearly familiar with the process and generous with his talents as his finger looped around the man's shaft, pushing the foreskin back and squeezing lightly as he coaxed the man into full arousal with a series of slow, long pumps.
Slade could feel one of the teen's hands curl behind his back, pressing gently at the back of his neck, guiding him while the hero leaned back against the rooftop and slowly parted his legs. Neither dared to break the kiss, only communicating through tiny, wordless sounds and minimal gestures until Slade could feel the tip of his erection pressing against the hero's quivering entrance. As if he sensed the hesitation, Robin let out a needy moan and moved both hands to the man's ass, squeezing the flesh as he tried to will the hips forward. All the while, their tongues danced around each other, trying to calculate the most strategic path to dominance and finding that they were in an unquestionable tie.
It wasn't until the hero nipped at the man's bottom lip that Slade finally pushed inside, more out of surprise than anything. The teen let out a hard moan as he arched against the rooftop, his body shaking as he felt the length thrust deeper until it was buried to the very hilt.
"Mmm, god, yes, I need this," the teen growled against his lover's ear before he teased it with his tongue and playfully nibbled the neck below it. "More."
Slade, for lack of better option, and the ability to think with his actual head, obliged the request. He pulled back, nearly letting his cock slide out before he drove back in with the same wanting force, setting a fast, hard pace. The sound of skin hitting skin was nearly lost in the hero's uncensored cries, broken only by the occasional word of praise or simply a string of swearwords, which the teen had become rather fond of, apparently.
"God-Fuck-Yes!" He gasped against the man's ear as his fingers dug into the strong back, letting his nails drag against the skin as he neared release. "Ahh – Slade – Gonna cum!"
"Such a foul mouth," the man chuckled, leaning back as he kept the up same pace, throwing in a few surprise twists and thrusts as he watched the hero frantically pumping his own erection. The blue eyes practically glowed under the moonlight, highlighting the furious red blush that rested on his cheeks.
"Come for me, Robin," Slade growled, noticing a definite shortening of his own thrusts as his testes tightened.
The teen let out a cry that could nearly awake the dead city as his body was overcome with tremors and his release splattered against his stomach and chest, splashing against the man's body with the more rigorous pumps. When a spot dashed against his lips, Slade gave his most fiendish smirk before licking it clean and descending again for a deep kiss as he closed in on his own climax. Within a few more thrusts, he could feel his release spilling inside the hero, filling him to the brink before withdrawing.
Their breath was hot and heavy as the night chill finally settled around them.
"Well done, Apprentice," the man joked breathlessly. The teen gave an exasperated sort of reply that almost could have been words. "Get dressed."
"Geez… Can't even… catch my breath?"
"You'd sooner catch your death in this cold."
"Right, right," the teen murmured with a sloppy grin as he began to pull on his pants. "Hand me my cape, would you."
Slade found the black cloth already clasped in his hand and handed it over just Robin pulled his read tunic into place.
"And my mask?"
"Right," Slade answered, opening his other hand and finding the black material curled up in his palm.
"Thanks," the hero said and set the mask in place.
"You shouldn't go out tonight," the villain warned.
"The city isn't going to save itself," Robin chuckled dismissively and pulled a grappling from his belt.
"Suit yourself," Slade huffed. "Are you coming back tonight?
The hero turned with a smirk, "Of course, Master."
A/N: The fuck, right? What's going on? Well - oh, wait, yeah. I was going to bed. You'll find out next week. M'kay, goodnight!
P.S. Sorry for all the mistakes that are probably in this chapter - My brain capacity is probably below zombie level right now. BUH.