Okay, I lied, this is my Halloween story. Okay, my second Halloween story (even though it had nothing to do with Halloween. lol) this one has the world to do with Halloween tho! I mean it has sex, so it should be better than the last one, lol, enjoy!

Disclaimer - none of da characters are mine.

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Warnings - sexual themes(sex) , ooc (but it makes sense with the events)

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Peter Pan and the Unknown Pirate

"Take care lest an adventure is now offered you which if accepted will plunge you in deepest woe." ― Peter Pan

"It's just a quick party! Don't be so up tight!" Best Boy yelled from the bathroom, putting the finishing touches to his zombie costume.

"But what if the alarm sounds?" The leader asked, grudgingly putting on the costume Star had picked for him. Him being dressed as Peter Pan, green hat lying on his spiked hair, ending with a red feather. The whole costume was green, save for a few exceptions, such as the belt, which was only a thin rope, and the boots, which where a light brown.

"Our communicators will beep! The city will be fine! Plus it's Halloween, let's go have fun!"

"Exactly, Halloween, the time when creepers walk the streets." He had a point, plus with all the masks, no one would know who was who.

"If it helps, think of it as patrol!" Robin sighed at this, putting his wooden sword at his side.

"fine…" He heard a yuppie from the youngest of his team, rolling his eyes behind his mask, refusing to leave without his mask.

Soon his team had assembled in the midst of the living room, all holding different colored bags, Star had orange, Beast Boy green, Cy blue, and even Raven had a purple bag slung on her arm. Robin held Red, though the though of pulling it around all night bothered him, though he did it for the sake of avoiding argument.

"Ready?" The changelings asked in an excitable tone, Star, who was dressed as Pikachu, clapping her hands, pulling Robin along behind her as she made her way towards the window, jumping to fly over the city.

"We are to have so much of the fun, friend Robin!" He was soon set to the ground, stretching as the rest of his team joined them on the shore.

"Where is this party, anyways?" He turned to the green teen.

"It's in an abandoned warehouse." He smiled wide, turning into a green, short, spotted haired dog, running towards pier 41, being followed by his friends.

Once they arrived the party was already in full swing, them not able to tell until they walked through the door, it being sound proofed, and windowless, only lasers and flashing strobes lighting their path.

"Yo! Bea! What's up my man!" A dark teen, dressed as a pimp, came up to the boy in question, pounding his fist before noting the others behind him. "Who are the squares, Bea?" He leaned closer as if it where a secret, though spoke at a normal tone.

"There cool, man." The brown-haired form nodded before turning to join another group.

It was about an hour when girls practically attacked Robin, noticing the familiar mask, the poor boy herded into a corner.

"Are you really Robin?!"

"The hero?!"

"You're so hot!" They screamed, the bird's back being pressed against a wall, gulping loudly. Robin had no intention of being with any of them, not that they weren't beautiful, they where, but he'd already found he was gay, he'd even come out to his friends. Where where his friends anyways?

"Lady's, please! Leave Peter Pan alone!" That same deep voice which had greeted their arrival sounded, the darker, though he seem younger, him walked through the crowd of women, waving his arms as they all parted ways, leaving them along.

"Thanks…" the masked form smiled.

"No problem, man, here, to take the edge off." He handed the hero a glass, filled to the brim with a foreign substance.

"What is it?" he questioned, though didn't receive an answer, the glass simply being forced into his hold.

"Trust me, it'll help keep you relaxed." He felt eyes on him as he brought the clear glass to his lips, taking a sip, finding he liked the taste more than he'd thought he would, chugging it in a heart beat. Seeing how he didn't feel any different, he asked for another, a pair of buff individuals grabbing his arms,laying him back to a wooden table before he knew what was happening. It wasn't long when a tube was practically shoved down his throat, nearly making him choke, nearly hurl, barely able to restrain himself. A dark liquid ran down an orange funnel connected to the clear tube. He kicked his legs for freedom as the strong arms held him down, being forced to consume a large amount of what he guessed was alcohol from the way his senses dulled after ingesting it, the world going fuzzy.

After being force-fed several bottles of the sweet liquid he was finally allowed up, a cheering crowd surrounding him, his team watching in horror as their leader stumbled to his feet, managing to reach a nearby chair, missing once, hitting the ground, Cy, the transformer, quickly grabbing his middle, setting him to the soft padded chair, the unbalanced teen laying his head to the cool wood with a soft groan, his stomach kind of hurt.

"Robin…" The pointed eared teen walked towards him cautiously, who knew how drunk Robin would react to being surprised. When he was right behind the acrobat, about to place a hand to his shoulder, he felt the bird's head slam into his, making his whine aloud, backing up as his hands where lead to his nose.

"Dude!" Robin had shot up so fast from his sitting position, the other hadn't had time to react, rubbing the pain from his face.

"Wanna- hic- go out?" The masked leader asked abruptly.

"Ummm…" Beast Boy was wide-eyed, raising a brow. "I… uhh… I don't like you that way?" He looked confused, which grew as the other laughed hysterically.

"No- hic! I don't mean out, out! I mean out of here! Let's go trick or treating!" He seemed excited now, bouncing up and down as the green form sighed in relief.

"Dude, I don't think that's a good idea." He rubbed the back of his head, drunk Robin plus the city, not good. For all he knew the crowded streets would be up in flames by the end of the night, maybe this party hadn't been the best idea on his part…

"I'll fine be!" His speech mixed slightly, making the youngest raise a brow.

"Robin, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go trick-or-treating right now." Raven flew up in a cat costume, cloak still being in place, only feeling the need to wear black ears and draw whiskers on her cheeks, but it worked.

"Down't- hic- be skilly!" Their was a soft laugh from the changeling at the slur, sure this was his fault, but it was still funny. They calmed as the bird laid his head down, nuzzling into his arm soon snoring if only just.

After watching on for a few minutes, the remainder of the team decided it was safe to go back to the party, leaving the snoozing boy alone, which, in retrospect, wasn't the greatest of ideas. It was seconds after he'd been left that he woke again, seeing his companions gone, he decided to take advantage, nearly tripping over his fallen sword as he made his way out the door, red bag in hand.

He trick-or-treated late into the night, receiving amused looks from the givers as for the first time, he seemed out of it.

"Doom, doom, doom, doom!" he sung, running up a flight of stairs, loosing his footing. He would have fallen to the cement if it hadn't been from him colliding with buff arms instead, falling to the ground, an oomph sounding. His bag flew from his hand, delicious treats, such as suckers and chocolate, littering the grass-covered dirt.

"Oh! Sorry mister! I must've slipped…" He looked up, noting the grey, near to white locks, a goatee setting on young features, an eye patch covering his left eye, which he assumed was only there to complete his pirate costume. In his hands he held a blue lollipop, which, shockingly enough hadn't fallen as he did. "… you know, your kinda hawt…" He finished, hand's lying to the older man's thighs.

"Are you drunk?" Hunting was getting easier, the man thought as he looked to the fallen teen.

Nah!… Wait… maybe just ah wittle bit…" he stretched his fingers to show the man just how drunk he was, though his thumb and index parted far more than a little. His hand fell, though it landed higher than his thigh. "You know who you sound like? Dat Swade guy... now dat I dink about it, he's kinda hawt too... What your name be the way...?"

"Slade." he chuckled. "How'd you get drunk?" The stranger asked the boy who was nuzzling his crotch, not really knowing what he was doing, simply being tired.

"Beast Bow took us to ah perty…" He yawned. "I'm sleepy…" He nuzzled into the other.

"Do you wish to go to my place?" Robin seemed to get excited.

"Sure! Your hawt! Let's has six!" Not long after the words had left his lips, he was lifted over the man's shoulder, who walked towards his base. "Weeee!" he cheered as he was carried.

The bird was soon dropped to a soft bed, sprawling out over the covers, the larger form soon covering his own.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yesh." He stated simply, eyes filled with glee, the other sighing.

"I suppose I'll just have to prepare you beforehand then." The peter pan costume was simply ripped from his chest, small pink nubs appearing, the boy's chest rising and falling as he breathed evenly, the man taking a moment to admire his catch before attacking his exposed flesh, teeth immediately meeting a hardened nipple, a ragged moan sounding as the mercenary continued, continuing down his chest, soon coming to a problem, the tights being removed almost as fast as the top, though not ripping it as he did, the boxers going along for the ride. His lips continued to run down the lethal form, kissing along his inner thigh, making the bird whine aloud, a chuckle sounding, though his extension was left alone. He held his breath in anticipation, the larger male getting more daring, tingles erupting throughout his everything as the mouth grew closer to the expected target, stopping when near base. The bird wriggled in need, the unknown man pulling back, straddling his leg's looking down in amusement.

The boy nearly burst into tears as the man stood, thinking he was leaving him, though felt himself being flipped to his stomach, immediately feeling hands on his lower end, pointer teasing his hole, making a pleasant shiver run down his spine, accompanied by a high moan. After rimming his entrance for quite a while, the moans amusing him, the tip of his pointer slid past the tight end, making his prey's back bend in need, soon the length of the index sinking into the intoxicated form, it not being long when a second joined the first, driving the hero absolutely mad.

"Mahh!" He screamed, three buff limbs sinking to knuckle, though he soon felt the fingers pull back, leaving him with an empty feeling, wriggling in disappointment, pouting slightly, the hands gripped his waist, pulling his plump end high in the air, the villain positioning himself over his temporary mate.

Once the head intruded the bird's hole, he fell into a pit of lust, panting wildly, pushing upwards, or at least trying to, the man having a strong hold on his rear, holding him firm. The other, going at an excruciatingly slow pace, brushing the boy's wall before pulling back at the same speed.

"mmhhhh!" He whined. "'aster…!" He moaned, quickly regretting it, or at least he would have if he wasn't drunk. Fingers dug into his skin, the assassin shoving in at a far quicker pace, making the teen screech out, soon moving with the thrusts, sweat drenching his pale flesh.

His member ached, his climax nearing, arching his back as the pirate hit his wall, causing him to scream out, white staining the sheet under him. A few hard thrusts later the boy's lower end was filled with a foreign liquid, the man's seed running through him.

The hero fell asleep with the man still inside him, arms wrapped around his waist. He was in for a surprise when he woke.

The next morning the leader walked into the tower, his friends turning his way, immediately noting how his top was missing, and hair a mess, running to him with worried expressions, the stumble making their concern grow.

"Dude! What happened?!" Beast Boy was the first to speak, feeling responsible for the other night, mostly because he was responsible.

"Yah man, you kinda just disappeared last night..." Cy jumped in.

"Do you have to talk so loud?!" He had a major hang-over, the booze not giving him mercy, and waking up with his worst enemy, made the headache grow.

"Im so sorry dude…" He heard the changeling whispered. "I didn't know they would do that…!" Robin cringed.

"Never again…" He groaned, rubbing his temples as he made his way to his room, walking funny.

He hoped he'd feel better by that night, he had plans with Slade at eight.

YAY FOR SEX! YAY FOR SEX!

I luv sladin so much...

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