Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin

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This jokes on Slade being more like Deadpool where he can put his body back together like a damn zombie – Halloween Joke. He gets to wake up woth this gift and realizes that means…. he can go after the one responsible for putting him through the chopper. Find out! Involves Nightwing and not as good in context to warn. Slade is annoyed. Title is a song by Ludo; love me dead. Why not?

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Love Me Dead

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Shit. He groaned, dehydrated until the serum did its good deed.

Sirens are still going off far from where he's fallen. The kid took him down a peg, Blud is once again free from tyranny. For now…

"I have to hand it to that blue bird; he didn't hold back this time." If he could only see his –

Slade swallowed and batted an eye. Why did he feel so…thrown together…. or…

Slade's nostrils flared wildly as he saw the damage done.

A scarecrow thrown in the hay, he bit back a yell. He was shoulders, a head and one arm.

"What." He could have lost his tenper, but the residents were about to witness everything after a stream of explosives had decimated the whole city block. Slade had been HELPING Wing to subdue the anarchist, so why…why did he not go to get the man's other parts?? What day, was it??

Slade used one arm to shuffle, the blood already sealing up. At this rate…wait, this wasn't the serum. Did the damned Jack of Lantern faced freak curse him too?? Dick was given ears and a tail, was this just as much his chemise as the cop's??

"How many…parts do I need again." Slade sighed and dragged himself to his –

Foot, great! Now he just needed a damned torso and his ass handed right to him. What more was there in the rubble? "I doubt have of my parts weren't blown to bits. And how I'm alive…this is Deadpool's gimmick." He clicked his tongue. If that chatter box of a narc EVER called him out on this, he'd definitely turn into a living undead – are murderer.

Where. Was. An actual, important part? Not his privates, though he needed those to teach his little bird a lesson in diligence. "Wing will not only apologize for leaving me to rot …I'll skin his ass for getting in my way…. aha!" His one eye twinkled at the find, his waist? Damn it, he still needed his chest to make it official. Slade silently cussed and rummaged s bit longer. A hand from the other arm. He put it in the "other" pile and kept digging.

So far was a right foot, a thigh, one elbow – was this going anywhere?? He was a fucking jigsaw puzzle! How the hell long would it be before it got completely dark??

"You're dying in my place, Grayson. I'll have a grave ready for you before my last arm is in place." The man grumbled, recalling how that brat's ego had led to this.

Slade left the thought and dug with the hand, still moving to his shock. Using it as if he telepathically could or believed, the gloves protected his fingers as he dug up finally a shin and then his chest had started to peek out of the rubble as he rabidly forced the only two handy parts to go full mole on the site. Ah…he used that one arm to help him, the snap EXACTLY like a damned connector of a kid's toy! He muttered another time and the hips realigned. Good. Just one issue. Arms and legs.

He sighed with a groan and got to work. The daylight leaving him to his task. One drunken hobo wafted on by before getting the hell scared straight into looking before he shut himself in fright. Then he ran off, the few fingers he'd found and the rest of Slade's upper leg a silent blessing. A sex worker was next since he was supposed to have been around the for that reason. Old men wkth no money and he still had boners in the park late at night. Slade snorted and told her the man was out of the city limits, looking for a good therapist. She was also frozen stiff until he calmly told her to look for the rest of him, or he'd bite her and turn her into whatever he was. She obliged and even ironically, she got a bit hot and bothered by the size if his crotch and balls. There was even an offer to suck him and break the curse which he finally went through with the threat.

Almost, but she was a fast runner in thigh highs.

Not daybreak soon, still late though as Slade pulled himself together, literally…he didn't care to joke when Dick's ass would be his to punish as soon as…

The last set of joints clicked happily and became one. Slade chuckled and recalled Isis having a blast doing the same for her husband. What an interesting metaphor. If she wanted to get lucky, she could have jabbed him down the river herself, had the king jealous and taken the throne from her brothers.

He moved his wrist on the other hand and adjusted it, no pops. He sat up, last was a foot one foot, he could manage to have two left feet for a while. The sun wasn't up yet, the moon was damn high though…

"Last piece." The pop of his right to goodness foot and boot had the merc grunt. Alright. Any other….

He stopped looking between his legs. It was less…weighted than he recalled.

"Damn. I knew I'd need to be packing, but seriously?" He shook his head and as if the myth continued, found the member in the confines of a shattered fish tank. Wow, that was…. then he knew who his Set was.

Slade got up, the rest of his now no longer rattling in annoyance but anticipation. "Time to get bent around to me, Grayson." The man wandered away from the spot, feeling like the dead withy a mission as he still grunted while he was healing from a few smarting areas. Thankfully not his loins.

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Richard was to be clear, resting in late tonight. He didn't have to look up since his eyes were shut, his body lax against the sheets if his bed as Nightwing had taken Babs's advice on not pulling too many all-nighters.

The window was not locked too tightly, as he'd not been that diligent in remembering a number one rule in the city. The screech of the pane going up didn't cause him to stir, the man before him just stood above, admiring the kid and what he had to do.

"You really made me feel special tonight, kid." Slade sighed, running a hand through his unmasked head of hair. "I think you wanted to take things slow, but blowing me up? Letting-

He blinked. Was that….

Slade removed the sheet to see that Dick's face was beat red, legs hiding a bulge and…. EARS! He was also still under the same spell??

"I wonder if there is a cure for us both." The boy groaned innocently in his sleep as afe clicked his tongue. His cock stood heavily erect and wouldn't still until he got rid of the pent up angst that bunny boy here had caused him. "You're no victim, Grayson. I'll make you see that what you did was far from foul…" Sinking over and into the boy's bed, Slade made sure to roll him over, tail on display as he touched it. Retracting a hand, the boy's ass moved, he was getting off by his cotton tail…how about that. Grabbing the small knob, Slade gave it and one ear a tug. The kid gasped alive as he blinked repeatedly up and relieved another yank as punishment. "H…ugh??... who's -

"Guess who, boy?"

Dick gasped, head trying to turn as Slade's still together arms got more attention. "And guess what that little affliction lets me do, to punish such bad little heroes …"

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Dick writhed at the fact his ears were an erogenous zone with his tail. A double combo until a strange, sturdy device came at his hole from behind. He was pinned to the bed, Slade's bulk massively turning the bed topside if he used anymore strength to subdue his old accomplice.

"C…CAN…can't we talk –

" Sure! And maybe we can cuddle afterwards. Would you like that, little bird? To humiliate the person again who got blown to smithereens by your idiocy??"

"I'M SORRY!" Dick sputtered and whined as his ears were twisted and tugged, kegs kicking up as a stupid child. "… I looked, you…you were dead…I swear-

"The villain we fought was some sort of magic using trickster. He had you turned into a …. man – bunny and I gained Dead - Pool's damned ability to merge into himself after being ripped apart…do you know what? Maybe I should wreck you." His one hand and wrist was then popped from the socket as Slade wondered if this was permanent. "You deserve to get over my loss, because now…I'll never leave. Not until you put me back together Grayson, if you can." The hand's three fingers were bent to reach and fill Dick's waiting hole, the tail lifted with a yank for better access as Slade squeezed it as a pair of bright red balls. The swollen ones still in front as Dick bit his lip and seethed and the pressure with a higher whimper.

"I won't try my time with you, we have until the sun rises…to make things right. Open wide little rabbit." He learned and intent on making it hurt more, he lifted his hips and didn't rest until his member was bleeding precut over the brat's reddened cheeks. "I'm ready to cage you and feed you your last carrot!"

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"SL..SLAADE…GO...GO…SLOWE…. R…PLEASE!"

"Rabbits don't talk. Now, be a good bunny…get me hard so you'll be satisfied…too!"

Slade tugged at the ears like reigns as Dick was forced to drip cum in a sheet amount of sexual frustration. "No! Cut it…out…that hurts, ass!"

"I didn't forget it, kid." Slade hummed and brought a hand from the tail to the kid's cheeks as he landed swat after swat. The brat started eagerly, humping the mattress on each hit as his rabbit libido could go all night. And Slade thought it should as he again came a third time in the brat's lust filled hole.

"Getting yourself pregnant, Grayson? You really do care…"

On his back, Dick was hopelessly intertwined in his rabbit instincts. The cum bulge just stood out as Slade patted his pet with a lover's touch before hoisting the hero's legs back to bend him in half. "How do you want it little rabbit? Deep enough to have you scream my name, or to induce your first real orgasm as a mother to my litter?? Well?? Pick or I'll choose."

"Your...y…your…n…a… name….!" Dick moaned and bucked at the pressure and the tip of Slade's cock finally hitting his prostate just right. Dead on.

"CALL ME MASTER." Slade growled with a devil's grin, fangs positively dripping for a taste of more flesh. A hickory or ten would look perfect on his lover before long…

"Y…yes…. Master –

"Louder, little bird. Enough to wake your neighbors. Enough for them to congratulate the new mother….so do it…take it!"

Dock gasped as the thing went at full force, the ache growing as his legs moved to cling and clutch round the merc's frame, as coming up as Slade emptied his last load into the screaming hero.

M- Master !!!!"

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Dock hid under the sheets for a bit before he'd run off to check his wrecked hole in the bathroom mirror. His grin upon coming out was…. was, not as expected.

"Congratulations, Master…" Snickered the cop. "Our rough sex broke the curse! Are you…all still –

Slade sauntered over and started the man, arm out as he pinned the cop to the wall, hot breath as painful to be close to as the scent of cum and shame. "Next time you'll end up a prize on my wall before you can even BEGIN to change back. I know you have a kink you little brat for being whacked around. Wasters fun, Dick? Did I make you happy, little bird?" The man hissed as Dick sheepishly was laughed and rubbed his neck. "You took your arm off for me, more than anyone else would have done…and I did look, it's been…more than a week." The young man partly began to apologize. "We don't have to remember it, I do though."

"Etched in my brain as well…" Slade sighed. "You'll stay away from bomb toting psychos unless I'm nearby. Got that?"

Dick rolled his eyes and cheerily grinned. "Yes, master...anything you say, sir."

"Sassy pet." Slade moved the kid to his front, back to Slade as the man gripped the meat of Wing's ass. "Is that libido still as unimaginable as you were with ears, little bird? Want to find out?" Dick grinned and braced himself, wiggling his ass into Slade, sans tail felt foreign at this point. "Make it stick this time, zombie breath." The kid chuckled before Slade thrust his hips forward. He never missed a good night to satisfy his partners.

Especially a spoiled song bird with a fetish for necromancy sex.

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So, this is smut and not rape since Dick was actually pretty horny and he and Slade being…platonic. At first, but hey! No sick crazy…. oh who am I kidding! Enjoy more Halloween smut. Nothing like getting a bit freaky in the season if pumpkin headed freaks.