Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin
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INTERESTS AND SENSITIVITIES
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THIS IS AN INTERSEX PIECE WITH A HORROR/ HUMOR - SMUT THEME BETWEEN DICK, JASON TODD AND SLADE. IT IS MORE A DREAM SEQUENCE AND MY VERY FIRST, SO DON'T HATE IT BEFORE YOU READ IT! ENJOY!
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Jason wearily, groggily rocked himself with a tug to the side. His face, by his eye it…was swollen shut.
He'd been in Scarecrow's way. The stupid prick doctor had attacked them in that abandoned factory. Nightwing was there, and another enemy from the shadows….
A humming sound fully awoke poor Jay as he twisted to see what sort of a devious fantasy world the good doctor had placed him in. If it were deadly, he'd have felt his heart stopping, but instead…
Thu – thump.
Thu – thump.
It was too loud, and so was that singing in h –
Kit…. chen?
The sweet songbird to have graced him with a new life came through the entranceway; their apron all and everything, their body as slender and docile, coy…
Everything Jason loathed about a person in love.
"Yo…. who the hec –
"Are you ok!" The apron wearing figment of his imagination came closer, a hand to his swollen face. The gloves off as looking down, was a much prettier boy version of his adopted older brother.
"D…. Dickie??"
Jason winced as Dick pulled away. The sound of a ding from the kitchen alerting the peppy soul of his meal in preparation churning in the oven.
"Be right back, I promise…" He fussed over it and left Jay, who grumbled and touched his red cheek.
"Crane had better tell me what's –
"All done!"
A cuckoo clock upon the wall shed light on the hour as Dick let out an exaggerated gasp.
"He'll be here any moment!" The blue apron wearing prince of Gotham and Blud shuffled over to get the table set, the kitchen cleared as Jason brought himself to rise and see why the hero was so frantic about housework.
He was, no more than he could be….but, it was more domestic. More cartoony than the anti – hero could bare to see.
"Who is coming, Dick?"
The blue bird stopped.
Eyes grew grey, his face looking at the countertops that sparkled while he…
This BETA looked filthy.
"He…can't know you came either."
"Came? I was forced to dream inside a mad man's nightmare! His gas did this; Scarecrow. Who are you?? Who's coming –
"Hide!" The darkness in his voice held fear as the trembling bird scurried to push Jason into another cupbord. To keep his scent masked with the kitchen's strongest spices and herbs there.
Just until, it was over…
The was a knock at the back door. Dick froze, his body tense as his feet forced themselves to open it, to let it creak back.
Jason wedged his nose out to see, to see wha –
He froze up too, by the WHO in Dick's dark daydream.
"Did you prepare supper like I'd asked, pet?"
PET??
Dick fidgeted with his apron like a girl with a crush, blushing cheeks full of life and…he trembled.
Oh, that wasn't –
"Slade." He swallowed. "It's good that you came before the roast burned. I have your favorites all here."
Slade let out an appreciative hum as Dick took his hat, his suit jacket, briefcase…
Waiting on the merc in business casual, no mask.
HAND AND FOOT.
"What else did you prepare for me, Omega?"
Om….
Jason cocked his head.
Like, a wolf? What the hell did that mean? Humans didn't talk that way. No one in his –
Was this another dimension?? Did he break the sound barrier by a drug or in the factory? What the hell –
"I…"
The hero was dragged by the waist to have Slade…
Oh….
Dick wasn't shaking like a leaf because of fear, he was doing it….
Out of arousal.
He was wet, wet and dripping down to his ankles as Slade tugged the hero in close and nipped playfully at the blue bird's throat, pulling off the apron without a care in the world. Dick was making pitiful noises and drooling. The man, this pig faced groper was now –
Jason was shocked, truly. Did he fear Dick being in a relationship so much?? Was Crane's new drug a dud??
That, and Slade had plucked up Dick's body before pulling, no.
RIPPING OFF HIS PANTS AND BOXERS?? WHAT WAS THIS??
The couple's boorish moaning continued as Dick was slammed into the kitchen's dining room table onto his back. His face flushed, hot moans escaping his lips as Slade undid HIS belt buckle.
Jason had to hold it; he was…getting really pissed but…
What scent was wafting… -
He looked down.
His.
He bit his lip and wide eyes spied a tent down in the dark.
The scene was making his god-awful erection… happen.
"Sl…lade….ah!...the meal…"
"We wouldn't want that to go to waste…Omega…."
"Al…pha!" Dick was speared as his legs go lifted, and Jason saw something that had him dripping at the sight of it.
An unrealistic, sexy pair of lips, a vagina and…AND, a dick on Dickie!
This was the Twi – light stinking zone, his hands moved without consequence to his clad cock. Jason gripped it to hardness and couldn't stop.
"You got ready after all…what's for dinner then, pet?"
"Ann……a…ha!...any...thing…pant……you want…. Al…pha! SLADE!"
Dick had his legs intertwined around the man's meaty torso as that fat cock kept pounding him around, rattling dishes and causing a falling of expensive silverware. Folded napkins shuddered as maidens in silken things watching, as Todd watched and felt his eyes water from the added friction to his own neglected manhood.
"Good boy…. you take my cock perfectly…. the dish…must have taken…. hours!"
The eldest hero moaned and threw his head back, seeing sadly that he was being viewed by a fan.
Jason was getting hard.
Slade would –
"A bit winded, pet?" The man came down for a hot kiss as Dick redirected the man to keep his eyes off of the cupboard.
Todd brought a palm to his mouth, stifling a small sniffle as Dick tried to mimic the timing. If Slade caught him, he'd turn him into breeding stock. Sell this man…. Dick had found it to be true, for Omega were powerless under their Alphas in this world. Dick felt his Alpha's searing hot tongue enter his mouth and he desperately kissed hard back, while Jason was getting ready to come.
What…what was Slade doing?
He wasn't a normal man with a normal erection, and if this world had gone to the dogs, then…
No way.
Dick tensed as the man came inside his pink, sumptuous walls of a faithful Omega cunt. His body groaned and hoisted itself to have more, to go deeper as Slade place his lips onto the bite they shared by the hero's soft and slender throat. The mark that kept Slade's toy his own. The harsh crunch of skin was a bit much for Jay as his hardness worsened, until…
Until.
There was a slight pause, and a bulge.
Inside of Dick.
Knot.
As in, babies.
Puppies…
Doggone it!
Jay bit his lip hard, as Dick moaned with a spanned-out sigh.
"You enjoyed me giving you more than enough of your share, didn't you, pet?"
"Ye…. yes…. Alpha…. Slade…" Panted the sweat soaked, slick dripping Omega. "I…love it when you take me…and, only me…"
They kissed and the knot didn't go down right away, it made Dick mewl and squirm on the man's impossible length, Jay having found that he'd come at the same time, right upon their climatic ending.
"Now." Slade slowly pulled out, watching his blushing princess's eyes bat at him in adoration.
"There was a roast…. while we did skip to desert early than expected…" He pulled up his pants, brought out the closest dish and made sure to pile the best parts of that delectable roast onto his own plate before dusting his hands of the ordeal. A shower, send the odd boy back to his world, maybe?
"You spoil me too much, Alpha." Giggled the Omega as he was offered a hand up and his crusted apron.
"Sorry about the pants." Slade sighed and tossed them onto the next dining room chair. "Hard day at work."
"Hard, for you?" The Omega teased sweetly. "I know just the thing for my big strong –
"Ah - ah." The Omega was stopped as Slade pulled at the intersex Grayson's arm to drag him into the man again.
Jason wanted to groan. No more! He was asleep on his feet, and it stunk of curry and cumin in this damn closet!!
"You'll be sitting here tonight; we can discuss, also…" He pulled Dick to sit onto his lap as the hero did feel a bit sweaty still. Tilting his pet's eyes to look into his, Slade took the fork from by his plate and lifted it slowly.
"Why you shouldn't hide guests from me, ever again." The fork pointed to the cupboard as Dick gasped.
"Alpha!"
Jason squirmed and fell, back, back -
Was it just him…or did he feel…kinda fuzz….
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"He's awake!" Tim was pushed away as Dick went to Jason's side, his body shuddering by what he might have lost. How Slade showing up when the explosion tossed them all over the lot…he couldn't lose more of his family to that man and their arrangement!
A sniffling Dick Grayson's tears woke the sleeping bat's other son, Tim sighing as Dick was alive and…no tail!
"JAY!" He hugged the poor man as his lungs nearly came back to life to regenerate by that embrace.
Dick was a very good emergency shock system tool. Bruce was glad to have him around on most missions.
"JAAY!"
" WAHY !!"
The green eyes that met Dick's blue were confused, sharing a logic that no mortal ever should.
"You…. where is he?? Where's your…. ung…. alpha…. mother fucker …. I'll kill Crane!"
"Jason." Tim and Bruce had arrived as Jay leaned into Dick's Nightwing costume.
"We almost lost you. You were out for days, dude." Tim crossed his arms, the cave showing up. The medical cot, and ….
Oh, it was home. He wasn't in Kansas anymore…
"No….no, Slade?"
"He got away." Bruce told the anti-hero. "We're just relieved the blast hadn't killed you when you'd attacked him."
"He was after Crane on a job." Tim shrugged. "Dick tried to stop him, but you went berserk when –
"I get it…" Grumbled the lone wolf of their pack. "Dick and Slade are rivals, that's why I hate the prick."
"That gives you no right to go on the attack earlier than anticipated and jeopardize the mission." Bruce reprimanded his middle child.
He didn't stop there. "Deathstroke won't kill Nightwing, or any of us unless we attack first –
"But… but he was –
"That's enough, Jase." Dick stopped his bro with a push onto the mattress. "You can rest easy." He grinned weakly at his brother. "'Slade's not coming back for a long time."
The rest of the bat team left, yet Jason clung onto Dick's sleeve. Both refused to look at the other as Jason cut through the silence like a knife.
"You have to tell them. That Slade –
" I'll handle it." Dick wrestled out of Jay's grip. His word absolute, yet his eyes so very uncertain between them.
"I'm the one who put you in danger." Dick frowned, eyes sagging without a mask to keep him looking well.
"You got blackmailed by that prick. It's why…. just…don't move in with him."
Dick blinked. "What?"
Scowling, Jason lifted up a thick finger to repeat his words. "Don't stay at his place…or you'll end up with a knot in your backside! Ya hear!?"
Dick shook his head, just trying not to see the big picture. Slade would stop being the worst to his family as long as their agreement stayed the way it was.
Dick couldn't run away now, he had Nightwing's legacy. Bruce and Tim, Jason…they all looked up to him.
"Did he say…Slade would break my spine?" The hero wondered as the fuming, pointing Red Hood winced one more time at his swollen black eye.
Richard snorted, heading to find Al for a cup of tea to sooth his nerves. Maybe a book on war tactics for Jay.
"Naw, Jason just got hit too hard in the skull…that's all."
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It was a dom/ sub nightmare while Todd thought he'd been hit by fear gas at the same time as gone under. Turns out, Dick really is under Slade in a way and Jay is jealous but repressing it? Should this be a thing? Hel, you tell me! I can arc it if it's a hit so lemme know! Might be another in future. Find out what else this misery – biz brain can cook up in a day!