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

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I saw techwear Deathstroke colored pants and went off on a writer's high. Noted, I have a crush on the dude so don't judge! He's def pulling off camo like it is Japan street style all the way. And…this Diddy came to mind, here ya go! Do not stay up drooling over DS. Dually noted.

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Wearing Your Colors

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Years later, Dick as Renegade gets a bit hot and bothered by how good his ass looks in the new Ikon suit, orange and black!

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He'd never thought that at nineteen, being forced to parade in his white belt of uniforms as Slade's direct protégé, that at now twenty-one, his rear actually could fit the mold.

The slimming Ikon material hugged had him before, yet as he stood up and got ready to pull out of it from another mission completed beside his master, he just stared into the glass of the hotel mirror and gawked.

Wow, just…

The striped patterns the hovered over his frame now?

"I…. look-

Slamming the door shut as he locked it up for some added privacy, scouring the room for hidden cameras and having nothing to deliver besides the bill…

At twenty-one, his ass looked on fire, on fire as he couldn't help but giggle at the inside joke.

Only, it wasn't one. Slade had gone out to secure a way home and he was here, alone in their hotel suite, eyeing himself almost impatiently from before that wall of delicate glass.

"Shirr...shirt!" He stumbled with a blush to find his extra clothing, packed away for their ride later to the jet Slade had on loan.

He flustered and came up before the mirror, eyeing now the back where his zipper had to pull down…

But…the blush didn't die and he frowned at the one single speck in the front of his…oh.

"Yah!" stepping back and falling into the bed frame, Dick found that he had gotten hard from that image staring back at him, his brow sweating in disbelief- when in all this time had he never even bothered to look?

Really, was he that prudent as the tabloids used to say?

"Can't travel with… this, shit…" Dick groaned and sat up on the bed, curiously watching as the image eyed him back, cooking its head to get a better look as he slipped off the jacket over his shoulders and bit his lip. Puffy now, as he continued to ache down there. His only option was to get changed and wash up in ice water before their departure back to Metropolis.

Dick still didn't want to think he couldn't get rid of that poorly hidden erection in any other way, so he smirked as the image did the same, a wink as he just chuckled and let his chunky boots fall to the floor. The mirror was a screen into his desires as he turned over, the zipper would come soon, his mouth grew wetter with the thought. He had to be patient, like Slade had told him so long ago.

His words then had never really stuck, so he kept teasing his reflection. He wiggled his ass and whined out a small sound before striping off the gloves, the artful pieces on his chest. Anything too sharp to carry and be spotted by…

Why was that making him hard? Did Slade brainwashing him and taking him from his team really make the kid a deviant like the protégé's old man?

And why the hell.

He sighed and shook his head.

Was that making him lose his libido?? No Slade, not right now!

Too busy, as he let his zipper finally pucker open, the breath of air released as his body shivered at the sound of its final descent... His tension winding higher, as his cock began to regain its upright composure, the thrill of seeing himself bare against the sheet and…also.

His face turned a brighter red as he slowed his hand, backing it down, not opening his eyes until the last seal was broken. The thing hung to his shoulders and hugged him in its embrace. Dick was already starting to leak as he went and dragged his hand to remove one athletic cup, the taint stinking up the bed spread.

His ungloved fingers inexpertly nudged the slit with some dark desire to keep going. His head down, eyes shut as the mirror image vanished beneath batting dark lashes, he could feel his strained member growing steadily thicker. Rutting down into the comforter, Dick mewled a bit and moved his hips, thrusting gently and slowly as he soon picked up the pace, his hand holding his cock in hand as he bit down on the cloth closest to him. He moved, his legs spread before the mirror, one hand to his cock and the other to the sheets as his head flew back and his slick seed splattered across his chest, the bits of skin now sweatier by the display, as he panted and watched the mirror image do the same.

"Liked that…. hah…. yeah…. Was, nothing…-

" Richard?"

The entrance's one door was pushed back as Dick dove under the sheets; the man seeing a bit of dampness, as he walked through the small entry hall into their suite in his camo pants and black tee.

"Did you just shower... I've told you to keep things clear here while I was out…"

Dick frowned and stayed under the covers, the man not budging or getting too close, thankfully.

"Did you have fish delivered?" Slade sniffed the air; no doubt Dick had doubled over when coming, his face heartedly pink and trying to cool off under the hot blankets.

"I told you not to waste our funds frivolously, didn't I? –

"I was just resting up, fell asleep almost. You woke me, and earlier I went down to get lunch. Just tuna. Was on my card this time." He lied, seeing Slade not pry as to why he was being too relaxed after the hit on one if Slade's enemies. "I'll get it back, sorry for not reporting it, was beat." He faked a yawn. "Not everyone is super -human material, master."

Slade grumbled with a bit of impatience in his tone now. "Anyway, get dressed and meet me down in the lobby, in thirty minutes. Should be enough time for you to clean up and make yourself at least look decent." He chided before walking off and shutting the door, Dick's heart still frantically beating as he removed the sheets and squinted at the mirror person.

Almost as if it owed him, big time.

"Thanks a lot, pretty boy." He huffed and kicked the remainder of the sheet off of himself, only stopping by the tall glass once to appreciate how damn good his booty looked in those tights, and how he'd never get another chance to enjoy it…not until their next out of town venture, with a few minutes to spare until the big man got him to spill.

Dick smiled to himself and went to rinse quickly in the shower, then change.

"Did he say, fish…?" Dick dipped a finger down to tell and yelped. The shower water was icy, yet that wasn't the reason why he'd startled.

"Shower it is, pretty bird." He chuckled, knowing the scent of squid ink for the first time since his years as being, Robin. "You earned it."

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Gross, but funny that Slade just was the parent in this instead of instead of being a part of Dick's vanity project. Like I said, yikes. Let me know what you think!