A/N: Happy Zombieversary everyone! People Person is one year old today! I… really did not expect it to take this long… also did not expect to take such a long break from updates, but various life issues got in the way (some related to the earlier rant, some not). I'll spare you the details and let you get to reading. Happy Halloween, here is smut!

P.S. Sorry for mistakes - I did a quick read through, but I know I didn't catch them all.

Robin felt two fingers, thick and warm and wriggling, push inside him as Slade captured his ear between his teeth.

"You think you can convince me to give up my winnings just by fingeri– oh, wow, you're hard again?"

Slade gave a devious chuckle.

"That's not going to get you out of admitting your defeat, you know." Robin informed him. "Subjects may cum before the king, but they always know when to bow down in gratitude."

"A good man can admit when he's lost," he said as his fingers moved inside the teen. "And I'll admit that I've been bested. But rather than you leading me through a lesson in fellatio, I'd rather prove my talents elsewhere."

"Commoners should kneel before their king," Robin helpfully corrected, pushing the man away and standing before him. "Although your eagerness to please is flattering."

Slade chuckled, knowing that his gambit to distract the hero with more sex had failed, and that there was no alternative than to give the boy his winnings.

"Fair is fair, your majesty," the villain managed, his smirk hovering only inches over his defeat as he bowed his head and crossed an arm over his chest. "You are the King of Sex."

The hero beamed for a moment before the arches of his smirk lowered. "That was extremely anti-climactic."

"I'll take responsibility for only one lack of climax tonight," Slade let him know, placing his hands on the teen's hips, thumbs circling the bones that jutted just slightly under the freshly scrubbed skin. He gave a heated smirk as he leaned forward, teasing his tongue over the surface of the hero's cock and slowly coaxing it back into a state of arousal before taking it fully into his mouth.

Robin crooked his brow as he felt Slade's tongue sliding farther up his cock, teasing against the sensitive skin and pushing himself deeper than before. The man was a fast learner; that much could be said, but it wasn't much more than mimicry, a mere repeat of the same maneuvers he'd performed earlier. At least that's what he thought until he felt the man's fingers slide from his hips, to his thighs, and then between them. And then things became a bit more interesting.

One hand wound around the teen's back while the other rested firmly under and his ass, and with only a few precise movements from Slade, the hero found himself back on the tabletop, legs pushed apart, two fingers buried inside him, and his cock grazing the back of Slade's throat.

"Holy shit," he cried out and arched against the table as Slade's fingers pushed hard against his prostate and he sucked harder at the cock jammed between his lips. The proud chuckle from the man made him glare in response, but that only lasted as long as it took for the villain to pull back on both accounts and tease the teen's entrance with his fingers while his lips ghosted over the teen's head. Smirking, the villain then spat into his hand, pushing the saliva over his fingers before returning to the teen's ass and pushing inside, adding another finger and earning an uncertain look from the teen.

"I can see you biting your tongue," Slade mused between licks. "It's nice to know the king is impressed."

"A marked improvement," Robin nodded.

"Your ass is far more sensitive than you'd like to admit," the man smirked. "You're far less controlled when you're filled."

"I'm sure that's a turn-on for you, isn't it?" the hero smirked. "You always did like the upper hand."

"Figuratively and apparently literally," he returned the smirk and returned his attention to the boy's cock, bobbing his head as his fingers worked below. He took particular enjoyment in the loud, unexpected moan that escaped the teen's throat. Clearly, he hadn't meant to make it so obvious that he was enjoying himself. The way the teen flushed after each sound indicated as much. The man gave a dark smile and murmured between licks, "I expect that you'll relinquish your title soon enough."

"Don't give yourself too much credit," the hero warned as Slade worked below. "You found a sweet spot. That's it. Your rank earns the title of Ass Whisperer, at best."

"Excuse me - Ass Whisperer?" Slade halted all action and gave the teen an ironic glower.

"I'm the King, I can dub you whatever the fuck I wa – ahh!" The hero arched as Slade's fingers pushed hard against his prostate once again. The triumphant smirk on his face as he lowered his lips back to the hero's cock was not unnoticed.

"Oh, don't look so smug, you bastard," Robin huffed, "Your greatest talent is still being an ass, not filling it." The hero swallowed hard and instantly wished that he'd kept his tongue firmly between his teeth when he saw Slade's reaction to those words.

"Really?" The man coolly replied, standing taller to display his full erection before he stepped closer and pressed their groins together. "Tell me, Oh Great King, do you think this could change your mind?"

Robin was silent for a moment, his body letting out a tiny quiver of anticipation as his good hand moved slowly between their bodies. His hand wrapped around their erections, gently squeezed the cocks together. Looking thoughtful, he gave a small thrust of his hips so that his cock slid against the villain's and his eyes narrowed.

"Oh, god, this is a terrible idea" the teen breathed, a nervous but eager smile spreading above his chin. "I can't believe I'm even considering this."

"Is that a yes?"

Robin bit his lip, his skin prickling with anticipation as the villain's hands moved over his hips, groins sliding together as his own erection pulsed at the thought. "Shit… We're going to need lube."

Slade raised a hand and quickly spit into it, but before he got any farther, the teen gave him a deadly glare.

"I said lube, Slade. You're fucking huge. Do you know how much this is going to hurt if you don't do it right?"

"There's some lotion in the bathroom," the man offered, moving his hips so that his cock slid gently between the teen's hand and erection.

"That will work," the teen nodded, and let out a tiny gasp when the villain strode quickly down the darkened hallway. "Get the aloe one!" he called as he slid off the table and followed with the candle in hand before muttering, "Fuck, what am I doing?"

"Damn," Slade muttered as he grabbed the bottles and lifted them inches from his eyes, trying to read the tiny print in the less than adequate lighting. He'd found the right bottle by the time Robin made it to the bedroom with the candle, which he set the dresser. As the flame-light flickered in the drafty room, the teen's blue eyes stared up at the man, cautious and hungry all at once as he climbed onto the bed and gave an impatient flick of his brow.

Slade's mind begged him to pull back, consider the situation, evaluate the risks, use his brain. But the villain really didn't want to do any of those things, and judging by the way the teen cast unsure glances at the man's body as he fell back against the covers and spread his legs, Robin was in the very same boat.

"Coat your fingers," the teen instructed, pushing his legs against the bed and giving his erection a slow stroke with his uninjured hand.

Slade, though not keen on being subservient, did just that. Robin bucked slightly as the villain's fingers moved back between his cheeks, circling the opening in teasing strokes before pushing inside. The teen wasted little time, hooking an arm around the man's neck and pulling him into a deep and needy kiss while his good hand wandered to the man's erection and gave it a few generous squeezes.

"Three fingers?" Robin asked after a moment, breaking the kiss with a half-lidded gaze and heated panting.

"Yeah," Slade barely managed a half-brained reply as the smaller hand worked down his shaft and back up to the tip.

"Good – harder." Robin pulled him back into the kiss, moaning when the villain again obliged his request, pushing his fingers harder and deeper inside. The hero bore the pressure, wincing slightly when fingernails grazed his delicate insides, but not breaking the kiss until he felt his body trembling with want. He pushed Slade away, their kiss breaking with an audible sound followed by heaving breathing and a rushed whisper.

"Lay back."

Again, Slade obliged, lying flat against the bed and wondering silently just why the hell he was taking orders- at least until he felt Robin's legs pressing against the sides of his hips and a freshly lubed hand working over his shaft. Ah, yes, sex. That was why.

Robin gave a gentle squeeze, his smirk nearly glowing in the dim light as he held the villain's erection in hand and guided it slowly into position. Slade held his breath, feeling the tip of his cock brush against the puckered opening, slipping a bit out of place before the teen's hand directed it back. The hero bit his lip as he pushed his body down over the villain's tip in small, deliberate movements, inching himself lower with each curl of his body, but going cruelly slow. The pace need not have been so drawn-out, but Robin found that he was quite enjoying the bewildered and impatient look on the villain's face. He could tell that Slade was trying – actually trying – not to grab him by the hips and thrust inside him. Robin should have been more impressed and appreciative of that fact, but somehow the thought of torturing the man seemed infinitely more entertaining than being kind to the son of a bitch. The hero kept his brow furrowed and lip captured firmly between his teeth as if it took all the concentration in the world to lower himself onto the man's cock without dying. The bastard probably took it as some sort of compliment, but it was apparent with each tiny sway of the teen's hips that the villain's patience was thinning.

"Not that I have any immediate plans," Slade finally managed with a dark, frustrated tone as he teen had spent minutes teasing his way down the man's length. "But are you ever going to pick up the pace?"

Robin gave a small chuckle, straightening his back and smirking before he spread his legs wider and sank over the man's shaft in a single, long swoop. He did his best to keep the shock off his features as his flesh yielded to the man's length, but it was apparent by the time his ass met Slade's hips that he should have spent less time teasing and more time stretching.

Slade gave a deadpan glare at the teen. "I'm facing a moral dilemma," he said in an unamused tone. "I feel the need to teach you a lesson, but you look like you're in genuine pain."

"Just give me a second," Robin winced. "Shit, it's just – fuck, you're huge – Ah! Don't fucking move!"

"I'm not," Slade glared. "That's the fucking problem."

"Then stop getting bigg- Angh!I saidstop that!"

"I can tell you honestly that I have no idea how this is getting me off," Slade pinched the bridge of his nose. "I must be incredibly desperate to maintain an erection through this. I'm taking your title, you no longer deserve it."

"The fuck you are, ass-hole!" Robin growled. "Just give me ten goddam seconds to get used to the stretch."

"I gave you ten goddamn minutes to get used to it," the man growled back, bucking his hips to receive a sharp cry from the teen, who in turn pinched Slade's nipple between two fingers and gave it a hard twist. Robin laughed at the expression of indignation that passed over the man's features, but not to be outdone, the villain grabbed hold of Robin's waist, bouncing him several times over his cock, earning a crisp slap each time the hero fell back against the man's hips.

"Fucker," Robin muttered, bracing himself on the man's abdomen and glaring.

"I'm sorry, was that an abdication of your thrown?" Slade raised a brow.

"You have to be good at sex to be the King of Sex," the teen replied with a roll of his eyes. "That means all parties have to enjoy themselves."

"A bold statement, Majesty, considering the current displeasure of your court."

"Mmm… try saying that when your dick isn't pulsing inside me," the teen spoke in a husky voice as smirked down at the man and gave a tiny role of his hips before grabbing the bottle of lotion. He used the crook of his arm to squirt the substance into his uninjured hand. "If I didn't know any better, Slade, I'd think that you enjoy being cock-teased."

"If I didn't know any better," Slade responded with a raised brow as the hero pulled himself off his cock and slicked it over with lotion, "I'd think that you wanted to finish this session on your own."

"Oh, come on, Slade. Don't be a killjoy," the hero flashed the man a smile as he aligned the cock to his ass and teased the tip against his entrance. "Don't you want to make me cum? I made you cum. It's only fair."

Slade's expression went from annoyed to devious in mere moments. "Alright then, Boy Wonder." He threw the hero against the bed and smirked at the sharp yelp that followed. He loomed over the teen, "I'll make you cum – but this time I want you to follow my instructions."

"Pfft. Right. That'll happen."

"We'll start with the basics," the man mused, thrusting himself deeper into the hero before wrapping his hand around the teen's cock and pumping in time with his own movements. "How does it feel?"

Robin looked thoughtful for a moment before he forced his expression into a smirk. "I used to have a toy that felt a lot like you. Well, I mean, it was Star's actually, but she used it on me."

"Fine – let me rephrase. Can your body actually handle being fucked right now?"

Robin gave the man a sarcastic glare before he scoffed, "Oh, you're such a considerate lover - doting over little old me after tearing my ass in half."

"Answer the question, Robin." Slade chastised with a dark tone before he lowered his mouth to the teen's chest and circled his nipples with a warm tongue before his lips traveled up the teen's neck and nipped at his ear. "Should I stop?"

"Christ! Don't stop, you idiot!" The teen scoffed. "Just… shut up!"

"I believe that I'm the one to give instructions during this round," the villain loomed over the hero with a sly glare. "And seeing that you're fit to continue, let's move on."

"I didn't like being bossed around as your apprentice, and I don't like it now."

"I didn't care then, and I don't care now. Loop your hand behind my neck."

"Loop yours behind your back," Robin answered snottily.

"Fine," Slade gave a tiny shrug before grabbing the teen from under his knees and throwing them over his shoulders. "I'll improvise… It's a shame, really," Slade voiced thoughtfully as he slowly thrust his hips against the teen. "So much time has passed and yet we still have this age-old problem of your insolence."

"Speaking of age-old problems, are you sure you're up to fucking me? Feels like you've gone a bit soft."

"For your benefit," Slade smirked down at the hero. "I was trying to go easy on you, but you never did learn things the easy way."

Robin's eyes widened as the organ inside him swelled considerably, and the villain's smirk widened… at least until the little brat's expression melted from surprise into shameless excitement. "Oh my god – have you done cock training?"

"I can only assume that I know what that is from the name - and only pretend that I didn't hear you say it."

"Stop playing prude, Slade. Your cock is in my ass; we've definitely passed the part where you can pretend to be so innocent. So, seriously, have you?"

"It's called self control," the man muttered, still inside the teen. "You should try it some time."

"No, seriously! It takes a long time to develop that kind of control – so, what, did you practice or something?"

"Is it possible for you to get off without dialoging?" Slade asked with a tired glare. "I'm two seconds away from shoving a pair of socks your mouth."

"Clean ones, I hope."

"At this rate, not likely."

"Well, then stop encouraging me – unless of course you can't get off without a monologue."

"I give up," Slade muttered as he pulled out and dug his hands under the teen's back. "I'm just going to have my way with you and drown out what all I can of your incessant chatting."

"That's probably the most romantic thing you've ev-" Robin's voice hitched as the villain lifted him from the bed and pushed his back against the wall. Before he could finish his sentence, Slade's tongue was battling his for silence in an aggressive and frankly very annoyed kiss.

The hero let out a growl of protest as Slade's grip loosened; he was forced to cling to the man's back to keep from sliding down the wall – when of course was Slade's intention. He realized that as he felt the bastard's mouth smirking against his. Meanwhile, pair of rough hands grabbed the teen's ass and lifted him into position before sliding his cock inside. Robin's back arched into a sharp angle at the intrusion, digging the fingers of his good hand into the man's back and letting out a hard moan.

"Too much?" Slade asked innocently as he withdrew and pushed forward in a series of fast thrusts that made the teen's cock bounce against his stomach.

Robin, miraculously, didn't reply – at least not with words, but the flushed red that fell over his nose and the sounds that came from his mouth were answer enough for Slade, who smirked and let his grip slide to behind the teen's knees. Robin felt the pull of his muscles as his knees were pushed against the wall, spreading his legs farther apart as his hips met Slade's with every crisp slap of skin.

"Ah-ah-don't-stop!" the teen cried as his body bounced against the wall, wrapping his arms around the back of the man's neck and moving in time with the thrusts. "God, I've missed this!"

"Insatiable little brat," Slade purred into the teen's ear as their hips collided.

"Never know… unless you try," the teen gave a breathy chuckle before grinding his erection against the man's stomach and giving a cocky tilt of his head. "Jack me?"

"Enjoy bossing me around while you can, Majesty," Slade leered as his hands roamed over the teen's thighs. "Remember, once we're out of here, you follow my orders."

"Keep thinking that," the hero rolled his eyes and wrapped his legs around the man's body. "The dead don't follow orders."

"Still set on dying?" Slade crooked a brow but his hips did not miss a beat as his hand wrapped around the teen's cock.

"Just being realistic," the teen shrugged. "Making the most of it."

"So glad I could be here to help," the man looked annoyed.

"Well," Robin smirked, "You'll have to do, anyway."

"Just for that, you're going to blow me every time we make camp. Then again in Gotham. In front of The Bat."

"Why-aah! Why bother planning?" he purred breathlessly. "Just enjoy this."

"You seem to be," Slade half chuckled, running his thumb over the head of the teen's cock and pumping the shaft.

"Haven't been fucked like this… since Starfire… found out about… strap-ons" he laughed, using the wall as leverage to ride the man as his fingers curled around the villain's sholders. "Mmn – harder!"

Slade growled as he felt a warm, wet trail gliding down his back. "You're aggravating your wounds."

"Doesn't matter," the hero moaned breathlessly. "Keep going."

"You're bleeding all down my back," the villain informed him through gritted teeth before grabbing the teen's wrist and slamming it against the wall. "At least keep it raised above your head."

"Shut up, shut up! Just fuck me! I'm so close!" His body writhed against wall as his erection pulsed in Slade's grip.

"Idiot," Slade muttered, not breaking his rhythm as the hero moaned against his neck.

He hadn't quite been talking to the hero. A part of Slade's mind – a very small but noisy part, told him that it would be the perfect time to pull out and drop the teen on the floor. Naturally, it would be an end to his own building orgasm, but it seemed like the perfect punishment for the little hot-shot… leaving him panting on the floor and on the verge of cumming… Slade could nearly envision the indignant glare from the hero… But just as a wicked smirk melted over his lips, Robin threw back his head and arched against the wall, moaning the man's name before pulling him into a wet and thorough kiss.

The villain squeezed harder at the teen's erection, feeling cum drizzle into his grip with each pull and twist of his hand. Slade was particularly enjoying the tightened muscles as the hero bucked against him, milking his cock as their lips parted.

"Come inside me," the hero moaned, blue eyes glowing in the candle light as his member twitched in Slade's hand. "I want to feel it."

Slade was only too happy to obey that request, reveling in the last of the teen's orgasm with a few very hard thrusts that bounced the smaller body against the wall. He buried himself to the hilt and, with a loud deep groan, felt his release flooding the hero's tight and quivering ass.

Robin threw his head back against the wall, shuddering loudly as his legs curled tighter around the man's torso and held him in place through the orgasm. "God, yes," the hero cried out breathlessly, clenching around the man's member as a new wave of spasms coated his insides with thick warm liquid. "Fuck…"

Slade let out a small huff at the sentiment, smirking as the last of his orgasm emptied into the teen. He supposed he could drop him to the floor now, but somehow the idea had lost its charm… The little brat was actually quite pretty in the throes of passion. The light sheen of sweat on his skin glistened in the flickering light of the candle, and his eyes nearly glowed with a light all their own.

Robin winced slightly as Slade pulled out. He'd unwound his legs from the man's torso but was finding a shaky footing as he placed his feet on the cold bedroom floor. They stood like that for a short while, only breathing as the chill damp air set in.

"That was… nice," the hero said quietly, his breath finally catching up with him and his body starting to shiver without the friction and heat of his lover's body.

Slade took a careful look at the teen's hand and frowned. "Let's change the wrapping,"

Robin only nodded, bracing himself against the wall as Slade abruptly moved away. His weak knees allowed him to travel back to the bed, gingerly sitting at the edge as the villain disappeared through the doorway. He took in a deep breath which soon left him in a long, shaking sigh. He was tired. And dizzy. And somehow he felt very alone. He didn't bother making eye contact when Slade returned a small bit later, hands smelling of soap and with a roll of clean linin strips and bottled water. The room fell silent as the villain set to change the bloodied wrappings.

"Keep it propped on a pillow while you sleep," Slade ordered and stood his full height. "How's your ass?"

"Fine," Robin answered passively as he stared down at the clean wrapping.

"Hey," One thick white brow rose suspiciously and Slade grabbed the teen by the chin. He tilted the hero's face up, examining it carefully before Robin, in spite of his best efforts, burst into tears. Slade only gawked for a moment before the teen began babbling.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, brushing the man away and hiding his face as his body shook. "Sorry, I just – I guess I'm overwhelmed. It had just been so long and the memories – I just. An you – fuck. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Slade gave the teen a quick slap on the shoulder. "You don't need to explain."

"I'm sorry…" Robin said again, managing a small laugh. "Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?"

"It's fine," the man repeated and grabbed the plastic bottle he'd brought with him. "Drink this and get some rest."

"You're not staying?" the hero asked, finally raising his head and staring at Slade with large, bleary eyes.

"I've got some prep to take care of; it-"

Robin grabbed Slade's arm, "Don't go. Please." He managed a weak smile. "I… don't want to be alone again… not right now."

Slade gave the teen a silent once over, frowning before he answered, "Just until you fall asleep."

A/N: Ah, look at you Slade, you big softie… At least hopefully, because this chapter was about 9 pages of smut… Maybe less if you take out the parts where you and Robin were just being plot-bitches (YES, BOTH OF YOU).

Fun fact: The alternate/unofficial title for this chapter is "The Fucking Problem" because the boys were being SO DIFFICULT and wouldn't just get down to business. It's a Halloween Miracle that this chapter is finished… I just don't know if we should call it a trick or a treat…