A/N: Oh, hey, did you know that tonight was a double posting? This chapter accidentally turned out to be too long, so I split it in two for better pacing. If you're here for the new chapter, you might have gone too far! Why didn't I just do that earlier and post chapter 22 much sooner than I did? Because I don't plan ahead, that's why.
"Sorry," he muttered as Robin's head jarred with the impact and the teen gave a feeble growl at the pain. "We're almost done."
"I thought we were done," the hero whimpered and then followed with a nearly inaudible, "that wasn't a complaint."
"Good boy," Slade smirked down at the teen, carrying him into the dining room and setting him on the table before he struck a match and lit a dusty candle that had clearly been purchased for decoration before disappearing into the back of the apartment.
Robin unceremoniously flopped against the wood and turned his head to the corpse, staring at it briefly in the candlelight before looking away and focusing on his bleeding hand. "Shit, Slade… I think I'm going to pass out."
"You won't yet if you know what's good for you," the villain answered calmly, returning to the tableside with a stack of fabric sheets and towels and pulling the teen up to a sitting position. "I swear if you faint, I'll blow you in your sleep and that will be the end of it."
"Oh, I'm sure your ego wouldn't allow me to sleep through it," Robin sniggered. "I can't imagine you allowing yourself to be mediocre at anything."
"Is that a criticism?" Slade raised his brow, ripping the clean cotton sheet into long rectangles before he began winding it tightly around the bloody wound.
"A speculation."
"A spectacle."
"A – ouch! Too tight!"
"A complaint?"
"Nope. Nope you're going senile," Robin gave a rather silly smile through the pain.
"I'll chalk that one up to blood loss and not stupidity."
"You can chalk it up to stupidity," the hero muttered. "How's it looking?"
"Better," Slade tied off the bandages and examined his handiwork in the flickering light. "But it needs time to heal. And if the wound doesn't begin closing by tomorrow, I'm going to cauterize it."
"No you a-" Robin began, pausing mid-sentence and looking frustrated. He sighed and leaned back against the table. "So… Are you still going to go into the city for supplies?"
"I'll have to." Slade shrugged and threw a towel over the teen, who simply wrapped it over his body like a blanket while the villain dried his hair. "We don't have enough supplies for the timeline we are looking at – three weeks, I think." he answered before the teen could even ask.
"Thank god you're going to be terrible at blowjobs and I'll get to spend all that time coaching you." Robin sniggered light headedly.
"What makes you think I'm going to be so bad at it?" the villain mused back, taking his towel and drying off the hero's body.
"Well, for one, you're a virgin," Robin emphasized the word as if it was something humiliating, but Slade didn't dare take the bait. "And two, I have very high standards."
"Oh, yes, I can only imagine that the green one was nothing but a pro – hell, the metal one probably even vibrated." The older man managed an ironic smile as he ruffled the towel over the hero's head drying him as thoroughly as the damp towel would allow.
"Don't knock it, Slade. You have no idea the kind of kinky shit that went on in that tower," the hero smugly retorted.
"Lord, I can only guess with a demon's daughter," Slade turned his attention to the kitchen rummaging through the cupboards for something to feed the hero. It was important to help stabilize him after losing all that blood, but truth be told, he was giving serious consideration to simply letting the teen pass out.
"Raven – Ha. She was surprisingly tame… sweet, too. I didn't expect that at first."
"Indeed, she never struck me as a one who would cuddle." Slade pulled out a box of sweets and grabbed one of their refilled water bottles from the counter.
"Cuddle? Oh, no, I was talking about taste. Jesus, man, keep up."
"Ah," Slade responded casually, hiding his surprise fairly well considering the rather personal turn their conversation. That was intentional, of course; Robin was clearly goading him on and obviously taking great joy in doing so. "Drink this," Slade commanded as he dangled a re-filled water bottle in front of the teen. It had been colored with some powdered vitamin mix from the cupboards, but the water was fresh from the rain. Robin didn't argue, but it wasn't long after his first few chugs that he began talking again.
"Starfire. She was probably the kinkiest, but she came by it honestly… At least we assumed so, because she always brought up some Tamaranian ritual, or tradition, or whatever before she suggested something crazy. And I mean really crazy. Like mustard as lube crazy. I'm pretty sure she made up that rule. I don't even think they have mustard on Tamaran."
"Hm," Slade gave a short sound of acknowledgement and forced himself not to retract at the thought as he opened the box of cookies he'd pulled from the cupboard and tried to decide if he should allow the teen to eat them at his own pace, or just shove them in his mouth to shut him up.
"Now, Aqualad! He-" Robin was stopped short by several small cookies being shoved into his mouth. He tried to continue his sentence for a few brief syllables, but quickly gave up on that notion and continued chewing with a shrug.
"What about you?" Slade asked with a smirk. "You've been more than willing to dish your friends' dirty laundry, but what about you?"
Robin returned the smirk with interest as he, mouth filled with cookie debris, answered, " 'ouldn't oou ike to know."
"I'm curious," Slade gave a tiny shrug and pulled another cookie from the box, biting it in half and staring at the teen expectantly.
Robin swallowed and took a swig of water, eyeing Slade from the side with a cocky expression as he did so. "Well, not to brag, but they did dub me the King of Sex."
"You're joking."
"Nope. Dead serious. I was very good at what I did, and I did a lot of it."
"And just what did you do?" Slade asked, biting his tongue after the question. He wasn't really sure he wanted to know. His thoughts of Robin lately… well, they were erotic to say the least, but they were silent. Hypothetical. Dredging them into reality was nothing short of stupid. He'd already obligated himself into a particularly intimate situation with the teen, if blowjobs counted as intimate. He partly hoped the hero would chicken out on the deal, but there seemed little chance of that, judging by the way he went on about his sexual exploits between drinking from the water bottle and eating the cookies from the box.
"… Cunniling… spanking… shibari…" he continued his list, pausing only to chew his food, and sometimes he didn't even extend that courtesy. "Felaaeoo… 'ouun'ing-"
Slade couldn't even make out was was being said between the mouthfuls of cookies, but it hardly mattered. He hadn't even heard of some of those things. Dear god. The kid was a slut. Who knew? Slade did his best to keep a straight face, but finding out that his adversary and his student, a younger man that was young enough to hardly qualify as a man, was far more experienced in such a particular area was more than he had bargained for – especially when considering that he'd once dated a brothel owner... Well… not really dated, but had frequent meetings with… Also a daughter with… but that was beside the point. Slade considered himself a experienced and competent lover, but the Boy Wonder was certainly besting him- at least when it came to mileage points.
"…Daisy chain, pegging," he shoved another cookie in his mouth "'ummers… 'ki-ing… 'us'ension-"
"I regret asking that question," Slade held up his hand in a gesture of silence for the teen. "And, yes, I get it, you're experienced. Will you at least shut up about it if I blow you now?"
"Not if you're shit at it," Robin scoffed.
"If there is a chance of you shutting up, I'm taking it."
"First one down, about ten more to go before you're decent at it," Robin cocked his head to the side and smirked. "You sure you don't want to wait? Maybe give yourself some practice with his hairbrush before you try it on me?"
"Nervous?" Slade leered.
"Only that you'll bite me. I'm kicking you in the balls if you do."
"And I'm the evil one?"
"Yes, still you. So are you going to get to it, or what?"
"Figured you'd want me on my knees – unless of course you can't stand without yours collapsing underneath you?"
"Ah, I see. You're planning to blame my lack of orgasm on anemia, buying you another shot later without a blow to your dignity. And you almost got away with it, too, if only you'd kept your mouth shut."
"A trait we have in common, apparently."
"Well, put it to use, then," Robin said as he relaxed against the wood, crossing his arms behind his head and smirking at the man. "You can just blow me where you stand. I'm pretty comfortable here."
"Clearly – I hope this gets bigger when you're erect, otherwise I might accidentally swallow it." Slade quirked a brow at the teen's limp member.
"I'm not doing you any favors. If you want to honor this wager properly, then you have to earn it."
Slade leered over the teen and silently planned his method of attack, remembering plotting out aspects of the deed that he'd particularly enjoyed, strategizing on what would get the teen excited and what wouldn't, mapping out each moment in his head… Yes, in little time, the hero would be begging for more. Or so Slade had thought.
He'd managed to get the teen hard – barely – but there was little besides that which could be called a success, and Robin was not afraid to tell him as such.
"Stop being timid," he said from the table. "I mean, sure, you've been sucking my cock for… what? Five minutes? But I'm not really sensing commitment here. You're hardly even using your tongue."
Slade glared from between the teen's legs before pulling back and stretching his aching jaw. It had been seven minutes, and he'd used plenty of tongue, damn it. "I'm beginning to think that you lied about being the King of Sex. You're probably impotent and having the time of your life as I try to coax your brain-dead dick into a state of prolonged arousal."
"Oh my god, that would be hilarious!" Robin's eyes widened, and his mouth quirked, clearly amused at the thought. "But no. You're just terrible at it." he teased cattily, resting on his forearms and smirking at the man who glared in response.
The teen was just being purposefully stubborn, and Slade knew that. He had apparently mastered the art of distracting the villain with short teases, and distracting himself to let his penis become flaccid. Both were rather insulting, particularly because the brat was so damned good at it, but by far the worst moments were when Robin actually allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the man sucking him off. It was the biggest tease of all. The lithe body arched against the table, cock swelling for just a moment as the smirked into the darkness, mocking the villain with each subtle moan and movement because he knew exactly what it did to him. Slade discretely tried to adjust his own erection to a more comfortable angle. Robin's smirk and the ongoing discomfort told him that he failed on both accounts.
"Oh, so frustrated," Robin purred. "Just how frustrated are you, Slade? Because I am willing to exploit this situation to its fullest potential."
"Are you, now?"
"Absolutely. Waste not, want not – and this is a total waste of time. I'm never going to climax this way."
"And what are you proposing?"
"A wager," he replied coyly, but his eyes darkened as his muscles tightened, betraying his control for the smallest of moments. "You're obviously not cut out for this gig, but you'd never admit it. So… If I can make you cum before I do, then I want…" he seemed to think for a moment, "then I want to hear you say that I'm the King of Sex. And bow. You have to bow when you say it."
"And if I make you cum first?"
"Then I'll relinquish my title."
"And the whole bowing nonsense?"
"Naturally, it comes with the wager."
Slade looked the teen over. It was a losing bet, and he knew that. This was one area where Robin clearly had the upper hand. He'd learned to play coy, to tease, and to manipulate. Slade had never received such training – sex wasn't a game to him, or a hobby; it was merely a passing exercise. An event to enjoy and to remember. That was all. Foreplay was hardly even a factor, though he'd muddled through it occasionally for his wife and a few choice lovers. It wasn't really something he enjoyed or even thought about. No. Sex was simple, it was enjoyable, it was… predictable.
Yet, somehow Robin had made an art of it, and as much as it wounded his pride, Slade found himself irrevocably curious as to what he could learn from a little exercise in humility. Either that, or his erection was bordering on painful and he didn't much care about any else at the time. "I accept the terms," he answered and the grin on the hero's lips grew more devious.
"Good, then I'll show you how it's done," he smirked, and gently pushed the man away from the table before sliding off the edge and kneeling before him. "Already hard?" he asked teasingly, running his hands up the man's thighs. "Don't feel that you have to go easy on me."
Robin fought the shiver of anticipation that ran up his spine when his fingers circled around the man's shaft. It felt thick and warm in his grasp, a small twitch flickered through it and released as a tiny spurt from the tip. It drizzled down the front of it, glistening slightly in the dim, flickering light from the candle. Slade absentmindedly cleared his throat as the hero admired the sight for a moment, taking in the grooves and pulsing veins that lay under the smooth, tan skin. Perhaps he should have felt guilty at just how badly he wanted to feel a warm body pressed against his own. He knew it was more desperation than amity that drew him to Slade, but that seemed a very small concession when he held a large and dripping cock in his hands. He'd been living in a dead world for far too long, he'd almost forgotten the rush of adrenaline and testosterone that flooded his body when he really cut loose – when he truly felt alive.
The teen locked eyes with the villain as his tongue extended and slid from the base of the shaft to the more sensitive head, lips closing around the moist tissue, playfully smearing the precum before he moved forward, sucking hard on the man's shaft before drawing back and driving forward once again. He moaned loudly, eyes half lidded as he let the villain's cock slide deeper into his mouth, pushing further with each bob of his head. God, he'd missed that feeling – the fullness and eagerness as his tongue pressed and curled against the warm and dripping cock. He closed his eyes a few times, letting his mind wander to the memories of similar games with very different people. A few times, he let himself pretend it was a loved one and not a lover that he tasted, but such reveries were darker than the truth of who he was actually servicing, and he was careful not to tread too far inside them.
Slade gave a tiny gasp as his cock met the back of the teen's throat, and plunged a hand into the dark black hair. He noted a slight chuckle as he did so, but chose to ignore it – after all, he'd taken on the bet knowing that he would lose, and that the hero would rub it in as much as he possible. Slade didn't mind, so long as rubbed one out as well.
Robin pulled away for a quick breath, letting his tongue swirl around the dripping member as he did so, and then charged forward, sheathing his throat around the man's cock with a grateful hum and a few hard pumps of his wrist around his own throbbing erection.
The villain's eye widened at the sight of Robin's nose brushing against the white patch of hair that grew above his groin, nuzzling it slowly as the cock pulsed inside the his throat. Meanwhile, a strong but slender arm worked furiously below, fingers tightening around the smaller cock as Robin worked over the shaft and ran his thumb over the head. Every so often, his injured hand would twitch or rise as if it meant to join in on the fun, only to cause a jolt of pain and a frustrating mewl from the teen as he forced it back to the floor.
For a small moment as he watched the blush crawl over the bridge of the teen's nose as it nuzzled against his groin, Slade entertained the possibility of trying to hold back, of denying himself orgasm and letting the brat work himself into a frenzy. The illusion of a possible victory was incredibly short-lived, however, when the villain found himself enduring the strong vibrations of the hero's moans, coupled with his energetic head bobbing, which saw his cock sliding quickly against the teen's tongue and throat. Slade was willing to admit the hero knew his way around a cock. And that he'd been right about the tongue. And also that the little bastard was going to win the bet, because Slade could feel his testicles tightening in preparation for the inevitable release. But it wasn't for naught; the villain would be sure of that. As much as he'd enjoyed their session, he'd made sure to learn from it as well.
Robin could sense it in the man's movements, the strong fingers gripping his hair, and in the ever shallower breaths that the villain drew in with haggard, almost animalistic sounds. It would not be long. The hero gave himself a short congratulatory laugh, sending harder vibrations through the man's penis while his good hand, slightly damp from working over his own member, lifted to toy with the testicles before him. Just as his fingertips brushed against the man's sac, it recoiled and the first stream of cum splashed against the teen's throat. The hero quickly withdrew, lips closing around the man's head as his hand circled the shaft, pumping quickly as the milky liquid splattered over his tongue.
Slade, in spite of himself, let out a low, cathartic sound, grasping the back of the teen's head and driving himself further into Robin's tight throat, reveling in the short, angry growl that followed. The hero bore the intrusion with a glare, but let his muscles contract as he swallowed, tightening around the man's member as the last of his orgasm dwindled with each small thrust.
Robin did not extend the courtesy of waiting for Slade to go soft. He took his good hand and viciously pinched the inside of the man's thigh, delighting in a small way when the man's cock shrank slightly at the pain. A small cough followed the train of saliva a cum as the villain pulled away from the teen's mouth, but the freedom was short lived as Slade dropped to his knees and pulled the hero into a deep kiss, arms circling around his waist and shoulders.
"It seems you've won," Slade murmured into the teen's ear as his hands explored the teen's body. "Congratulations."
"Don't you mean all hail the king?"
"Hmm, yes, about that; before honoring our bet, I'd like to propose an alternative arrangement."
"I can't imagine anything that would be more enjoyable than collecting my winnings," Robin said in a dark, impatient voice.
"I think…" Slade answered before sliding his middle finger in his mouth, wetting it generously with the remnants of their kiss, and then lowering it to tease the boy's opening, "…that I might be able to change your mind."
A/N: I'm leaving in three hours to go to the airport and fly across the country (celebrating my sister's remission with a girl's week). Soo... I should finish packing. I really, really, do not plan ahead. Except for sleeping on the airplane. Totally planning to do that. kthnxbai