Happy Christmas all! This is luckily the last story I'll be forced to write on my phone or tablet cause i hopefully get a new lap top soon.

xD

anyways this story is gonna be light due to it being Christmas, but i hope you do enjoy!

XD

Warning! - sexual themes

Disclaimer-Me no own

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The Day After Christmas

He was practically forced into the unruly clothing, which chaffed his neck, making it near impossible to patrol the city Star saying she didn't wish for the sick to befall their leader, who was headed back to the tower now, it being time for their annual holiday merriment's. He was already aware of what the events would lead to, first they would eat a fine feast of both earth and alien foods, though no one but Starfire ever touched anything crawling from the plates. After indulging in a meal which would most likely become a battle ground of attacks on both ends, they moved on to the presents, those of which where handed out by the youngest of the team. Eventually they would decide it was late and all go to their separate sleeping quarters.

He entered through his bedroom window just time to hear a knocking at the large metal door, the sound carrying throughout the room.

"Rob, time to eat!" Cy screamed, freezing with a gulp as the door crashed to the ground, a startled half metal form standing alone, hand out stretched, looking to his leader, who had just shredded the itchy material to the bed, with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of the half metal neck.

"uhh, sorry..." He didn't know how else to react, not knowing whether to enter and quickly fix the unhinged door, or not, though the bird's look of annoyance made him stay put.

"We'll fix it later, lets go eat." Robin decided there was no point in being mad, it was Christmas after all.

As predicted the first event was food, everyone having helped cook the night before. Thought it wasn't long when a argument arose between Cyborg and Beast boy, Bea screaming how he couldn't eat ham, Cy screaming back about how it was Christmas and tradition. Luckily that uproar ended with Beast Boy muttering something crude under his breath.

After they all gave gifts they decided it was time for bed, them all being tired after the Christmas events, Robin being the exception, still wide awake, hopped up on sugar cookies. He honestly had no idea how the youngest Titan could even consider the idea of sleep. Though, despite he still decided to return to the dojo style room, smiling as his door appeared fixed, typing in the four digit code, shocked as he gained entry. Weird, he didn't remember the robotic teen going to fix his door. He shrugged it off, must have slipped away when he'd been distracted by the others. His door slid shut, locking him away from the rest of the world, a content sigh exiting thin lips. After going to his privet bathroom he found himself looking to the closet, knowing he wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, deciding to go through some files he kept stashed behind his uniforms.

He knew he should have ignored it, but he had been meaning to go through the belt for some time now... his fingers laced the dark materials, thoughts of the past flooding his mind. All that time he'd been his prisoner, all the torment he'd endured. He moaned lightly as a familiar scent invaded his nostrils, making him sigh. He hated himself for it, his damn body's reaction to his enemy.

"Damn..." He muttered, feeling his bottoms grow tight. He was usually able to control things such as these, but lately it was getting harder to hide, once having to jump behind an abandoned building to avoid his teams eyes.

He shivered at the thought, deciding to deal with it now, checking that his door was fixed correctly and wouldn't collapse again, it was.

He sat to his bed, pulling bright green tights off ankles, scooting to the midst of his bed, spreading his legs apart to gain better access to his half hardened cock. His fingers found there target without difficulty, rubbing his tip between pointer and thumb, head shooting back in a soft moan as he teased his foreskin. He hated himself as his hand moved to enclose around his bass, thumb teasing slightly, running along the side of his extension, panting as he soon ran his hand along the weeping length, biting his lower lip, back arching, feeling his warmth cover his stomach, a ragged moan exiting his quivering lips, lying to soft sheets as he breathed heavily, legs still parted, looking to the ceiling, mind racing. He hated himself for his guilty pleasure.

A dark chuckle sounded from behind a monitor.

"Good bird..." The older man leaned back in his chair, watching the teen try to gather himself.

Looking back to the cause of the arousal, he quickly plugged his nose, grabbing the metal belt, throwing the costume aside.

The first few pockets held the basic tools he'd been given during his apprenticeship, Slade bombs, the usual 'S' shaped boomerangs, but then he got to the fourth pouch, raising a brow. When had this gotten here? Robin thought, holding a small orange box with a black ribbon. He tilted his head to the side, thinking about whether or not he should allow himself the daunting pleasure of opening the gift. He put it to the side, returning to the task at hand. The next container mounted to the belt making his curiosity peak, a white slip falling to the bed.

"What the..." he dropped the belt to the side, grabbing the present in one hand and the note in the other, before crawling to the midst of his bed, about to open the newly found parcel when his arm suddenly felt warm, sticky white being remembered, deciding to bathe before going forth with the package.

He found himself jerking at his lower half for the second time that night, the warmth swallowing him. He leaned against the tiles wall, breathing heavily, a faint pink covering his cheeks, nibbling his lower lip. He quickly washed himself off, deciding he would need to somehow get his hormones under control. He couldn't get hard every time he thought of the villain. He sighed, more than aware that this problem wouldn't simply disappear. His hand moved to swipe a hand through his hair, hearing a squish. He'd forgotten to take his mask off.

"Ugg!" He ripped the glue off fair skin, now being completely nude, frustration clear, feeling near tears not only from the pain of old skin tearing away, but also because of the nights events. This was to much.

In the end he decided to at least try to sleep, throwing his soiled clothes to the laundry basket, glad his adventure in earlier hours of night hadn't stained his sheets, meaning he wouldn't have to change them. He crashed to the pillow, groaning as his head buried deep into the case, though his eyes seemed to refuse to rest, looking to the side.

He was planning to simply lay with the small hope nothing more would set him off when a ribbon tickled his nose, making him sneeze softly. He'd completely forgotten about the box, his fingers lightly pinched the side, pointer poking under the bright paper, ripping the wrappings, ribbon falling from the small cube. He flipped the lid, eyes curious as a small key lie on silk material.

"What...?" He frantically reached for the fallen note, unfolding the white sheet, curiosity clear as his eyes scanned the page.

Come to the lair, bring the key.

He'd already suspected Slade, but this proved it, he had to go. Someone could be in danger.

He was terrified as he swung through the city, feeling the wind in his hair, just knowing someone, or something he held dear was in danger. That's what Slade did, he took the things important to the bird, and exploited them. There was no reason for it, maybe it amused the man, he just did it, made his life a living-

"Oop!" His foot slipped unable to stop himself, falling from the high roof.

He was preparing for impact when a hand grabbed his cape, nearly choking the poor Titan, pulling him through the window.

"Nice of you to drop by, Robin."

"Slade?!" He stood mouth agape for what felt like an eternity, he was without any armor, staring casually at the stunned form.

"Are you just going to stand there drooling, or should I explain the reasons I've called you here?" Robin huffed at the wording

"I didn't come because you called me, and and didn't your letter say the lair?" His right brow rose.

"Well, I am sorry, next time I'll allow you to plunge to the cement."

"Never mind, what do you want?" The youngest crossed his arms over his chest, pouting in irritation. It was late, and he was starting to feel the tug of sleep.

"I do recall a key, isn't that right?"

"Yah, what's it to?" It was a genuine question, though the man held a cocky smirk, making his body tense.

"It's the key to the lair, I don't feel the need to unlock it every time you want in."

"What makes you think i would want in?" The words had barley left his lips when he was pulled forward, eyes wide as the man kisses him deeply, feeling a tongue venture to his mouth without consent making his vision burr if only for a second before he found his head again.

"Slade!" It was nothing more than a squeak exiting his lips, panting breath as the assassin seemed irritated, being pushed back, the bird still in his arms.

"Robin." His tone was more violent than he would have liked, feeling the teen tense farther. "Boy," He sighed. "I won't force you. Keep the key. If you get curious." There was a cocky gleam in the man's hero manages to slid from the grasp, running towards the window, turning to look back, jumping with his grapple in hand.

The mercenary chuckled.

"See you soon, my little bird..." He clicked a button on his wrist, disguised in the shape of a watch, smirking at the window.

"Mmmmggghhh!" He blushed, landing to a roof top, snapping his legs shut, doubling over, hands being lead to his stomach, moaning aloud. He'd been thinking of the man's attempt when a sudden rush of pure bliss ran through his veins.

It lasted for but a moment before fading away, his member already raised in attention. Surly this wasn't due to the villain's behavior. He felt his self respect diminish that day, waiting for his cock to calm before swinging through the city, barley making it home when a second attack came. He'd only thought of him for a second, what was wrong with him?! His skin tingled with pleasure, and it didn't stop, though it did numb to an irritating ting. He bit his lower lip, wanting the feeling to leave him completely, though it refused, only getting worse when he though of the man. He hated this! It was absolutely crushing. He'd known he'd been having problems controlling his teenage instinct lately, especially when it came to his greatest foe, the one who had kidnapped him, taken him from his friends, tried to torture him into submission. Why him? He wondered to himself, fidgeting with his tights, having been thinking of the cause quite a bit. Out of all the people in the world, why him, why now?! He sighed, knowing that in order to avoid an unwanted mess, he needed to stop thinking. Thinking meant more knifes to what little dignity he still clung to, though it showed no signs of stopping. For the entire day the tower was quiet, nothing really ever happened on Sundays though. The leader stayed locked in his room, legs pressed to chest, shaking slightly, the numb tingle having gone rouge, having cum three times, giving up the hope of being dry after the second release, stomach laced in white.

"Ahh!" He'd thought of him again. This wasn't right, but the teen didn't realize as his mind had turned to mush long before.

The high ringing and red flash of lights went unnoticed, the leader having curled into himself, feeling near to vomiting at this point, mind so clouded, he didn't even hear the knocking, though a hand on his shoulder caught his attention.

"Rob, you alright?" He only heard a slur of letters from the metallic form. "Robin!" He was shook slightly. the oldest tried to move him to a standing position, his legs remained glued to his chest. He was sure he was shaking, not having the ability to walk, as his mind had darted to Slade once more, a muffled moan sounding. Luckily it sounded more distraught due to the muffle to the other.

"Guys! Something's wrong with Robin!" His tone poured panic, the team running to his room.

"Dude!" Bea screamed. Robin knew they couldn't stay when the city was in danger, trying to make a full sentences, though it came out in only two short words.

"Fine... Go." They where reluctant to leave their leader, but knew he'd be upset if they didn't.

"We'll be back soon." Cy motioned for the rest of the team to follow.

to the leaders glee they left just in time, the bird unable to restrain himself any longer, only able to scream out one word as he released his load.

"Slade!" He bit his lower lip, standing as e experienced a momentary pause in the tingle. He knew what he had to do.

He quickly changed before moving to the window, he knew where he needed to go, gripping the key in a vice like grip.

He swung as quickly as possible, trying to ignore the heavy tingle in his lower half, as all he seemed able to think of was the older man.

Searching for the lair he was told to go to, he landed with a slight bang, the annoyance having grown the longer he'd thought of him, he could barley hold his grapple. He walked, hands tight around his middle, panting through gritted teeth.

"Finally..." he moaned, pulling the key to the lock with shaking hand, hearing the tumblers working as he turned the metal object, the metallic door sliding to the side. "Sl-Slade?" His voice echoed a bit, bouncing off the walls before silencing completely. "Nnnhhh!" He fell to the ground in a heap, back sliding against the slick wall he'd been using for support. he tensed as the intruding feeling filled him without reason, a dark chuckle sounding from the shadows.

"Oh, I'm happy to see you to, Robin." His tone dripped with sarcasm, though the teen moaned loudly as the silk like voice laced his eardrums.

Feeling himself being watched he blushed as he reached his climax, falling limp.

"What is it you came for?" The blush deepened.

"I...I just..."

"Go on." He wanted to hear him say it.

"I wanted... to... to take you up on your offer..." he couldn't even look at the man as the few words slipped past his teeth. There wa another chuckle came from somewhere in the room.

"Glad I gave you a key..." Robin jolted, the man suddenly being right in front of him, grabbing him in a kiss before he had the chance to change his mind.

His back lie on cool cement, already exhausted from past events, feeling a hand inch up his shirt, easily finding a soft nub, pinching it softly, it quickly becoming hard, a light ragged moan leaving him. Hands ran along his waist, soon sliding the top over his head, trapping his arms above his head. His tongue dipped into each crevasse of the lithe form beneath him, biting his neck and ear before kissing him deeply once more. His plan was working perfectly. an extstatic aray of volts filled the teen's lower half as a hand rubbed through his tights, the green clothe soon falling to the ground before the man separated his legs, sitting between them.

It was torture being unable to move as the man bobbed up and down on his hardened shaft, hands holding his waist down, wet lips running along the length, tongue teasing as the man encircled his cock in warmth. The heels of his feet dug into the concret, head leaning back as he thought he was to cum right then, though to his disappointment a hand at his bass stopped him, holding firm.

"Sl-" The mercenary shushed him.

His legs where moved over buff shoulders, a finger tracing his hole, the teen's cock growing more excited, leaking with pre-cum despite being unable to cum. twitching slightly in the grasp. The man sunk to knuckle, causing a loud ragged moan to exit parted lips. He then did something that drove the boy mad, he began to move, rentering the tight end, soon having a second digit join the first. His pace quickened as time passed, the boy soon trying to move with the motion, panting wildly.

the fingers retreated, soon to be replaced by something more, something bigger.

"I-it won't fit..." He panted, his mouth agape breathing heavily, though the other ignored the claim, positioning his half hard cock over the tight hole, slowly moving forward, a exasperated gasp exiting parted lips as the head slid past his entry, his eyes wide as the man moved forth at a steady pace. te boy shook from the need to release, feeling his insides being filled with the man so utterly.

"Is it almost in..." he felt himself stretch like never before, afraid he would soon rip, looking to the side as if it would grow spikes if he watched.

"Not even half way." The man smirked, watching the mighty boy wonder's eyes go wide under his domino mask. He continued with the task at hand, going at the same pace, making the boy groan, wriggling his lower half. "If you move you may rip, so don't." He warned, holding his rear as well as he could with one hand. A sudden wave of lust consumed the hero, making his eyes shut, head flying back in an erotic display, asoft screech breaking through. the man stopped, making the boy look up, with a confused look.

"Can I take this off?" He requested, touching his cheek, running his thub along his cheek.

"What?!" He paled, sure that whatever he awnsered the mask would be ripped away.

"I won't rip it away, boy." The teen tought it through for a second before nodding his aproval, he had seen Slade's face, it was only right the man saw his eyes.

The material was pulled away with little force, the sweat drenching his skin having worn the glue, his eyes snapping shut on instinct. The hand moved to his cheek once more, edging him on, eyes slowly cracking open, a dazzling blue taking the mercinary by surprise. He'd thought of the Titans eyes in the past, but he never would have guessed they would by such a pure shade of blue. So much emotion had been hidden behind this boy's mask, the pure look of lust made the man's hardened member twitch inside the form. he shoved to hilt, going at a quicker pace, seeing the boy's eyes roll back, mouth parted slightly, rocking with his thrusts in no time, drool puddling benethe him. His member was released, cuming at the exact enstent as the man, white covering his form, a warmth filling his insides.

A pop sounded as the man retreated, the boy making one last erotic gasp before lying limp, breathing heavily on the cold dark flooring.

"Thanks for the late Christmas present." the boy panted, being kissed once more before the man vanished. He hoped his friends weren't back yet.

He made it home just in time to change before his friends returned from their battle, looking at him in surprise as he seemed completely fine, smiling from the sofa.