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

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LET'S GO AGAIN!

SLADE CAN'T TELL AFTER A RUN AROUND TOWN THEN NEXT MORNING IF DICK IS HORNY OR TOYING WITH HIM.

Takes place around same time as 'Just Fruits' with Nightwing still being around 20- however, the truth is while out, he eats a strange candy (like in this prev shot) and soon acts a lot younger than his age commits to. Slade gets overtaken by a kid – who wants to ride his cock as if it's an amusement park ride. Again and again. When does the damned drug or spell wear off? You tell me?

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In Jump, the carnival by the boardwalk takes up the entire edge of this west coastal city. Dick was thrust into the fun with Kori and Donna, pulling him to find the only place they can sit and relax. "Wow! The city really outdid itself this year, huh Kori?" Donna saw Cy and Bb by the cotton candy stall and pointed over, while they waved cheerily back. Raven tried to pretend she was unmoving yet faked it and rolled her eyes. "This might be too much weight. I hope we don't sink." She sighed.

"Coming, you slow pokes?" Bb grinned and acted more alive than anything the zoo could cough up. Nervous to get away from the crowds, Dick and his team tried to stay together the rest of the way over, until something or someone bumped into Dick, making him look to see who –

He felt a change in his pants' pockets as a civilian today. In his alternative self, someone could figure it out, yet Dick shrugged instead and moved closer to where Kori wanted to take a commemorative picture. He ignored the item that had been placed there by a total stranger. Imagining it as nothing but a puff of smoke.

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Back at the apartment, not his apartment, Dick waited on one more arrival to the safe house. In their time back here in this city he'd found that to keep Deathstroke preoccupied more times than none, he'd gotten in too close – close enough however, that he'd started something of a quid pro quo relationship thanks to that man's…

Dick shook his head, then remembered the thing still jutting in his back pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it wasn't inedible. He set it onto the kitchen table as he heard a door click.

Finally !

"Have a good rest of your shower, oh my "sweetest" mercenary?"

Slade was not dripping, yet he had needed to cool off. "Quarac isn't all fun and games, brat. What's on the agenda. What are you here for all of a sudden? Any trouble I should know about?"

"I've just…got some free time. That's all." Stretching like a cat, he sat back, legs splayed a bit to not hide the reason entirely. Slade slung his second towel for his hair over his shoulder and waltzed by. "Did the circus come to town, or am I just that lucky that you of all people decided to join me, little bird?" His sex voice was peeking out as Dick turned a bright red to it, yet it sounded like an accusation more than a question. "Well, ehem! I thought we could try something new. Not give ourselves another cavity…?" Dick pulled at his shirt collar nervously as Slade moved a hand up to his chest, undoing a button at a time. "What kind of host would I be, if I let you do all the work."

"I can manage." Dick weakly swallowed, his pants feeling cramped about now as Slade moved a second pair of digits low enough to pet and palm at the bulge staring him in the face. "You were just passing through, why come here then? I can tell you don't want to pack up and head out so soon. Why not stay the night. Or just, stay."

"I'm exclusive to you only, whenever I have…. oh…the time..." His breathing hitched as Slade stalked in on him.

"You made time, for me? How sweet. Thoughtful of course. For the same hero that likes to get his rocks off at helping others. Is it satisfying to know you'll be helping a killer into your –

"Ah, let's move the dirty talk to the bedroom, Kay? Getting a bit intense." Dick put up a palm. He was very hard and really didn't want to leave stains on anything but that massive bed for a change. "Right. Last time a lamp broke, you threw a fit in our bubble of heated arousal and tore up my curtains. I had to swap to using plastic… blinds after that." Shuddered the mercenary as dropped the poor me act and went back to leaving a trail of kisses by the hero's neck, a hand moving to support his waist as Dick was hoisted up, bridal style. The kid swung his arms up and tucked in his legs as they continued for the adjoined bedroom.

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The studio had no walls to think of. When Slade had gotten the place, it sounded strange; that the kitchen would be in perfect view while they fucked- and to be hungry at the same time?

Still, the strange candy stayed in view as Dick gripped his thighs together naughtily, while Slade had other plans and began to yank them apart, and leave the kid ravaged beyond repair…. He'd gotten out of the desert and it wasn't a pleasure trip He'd like to not always remember. Talia normally made him slightly aroused yet their relationship was only beneficial to someone else. So far, she didn't have the same drive he'd wanted to find in the states with one frisky little mockingbird.

Bed hog and all, he was asking to have that cherry plucked, right away.

Dick groaned as Slade slipped a palm closer to grope at his tanned inner thigh, sliding his longer digits lower in as the mercenary lined up his cock with one puckered, needy hell of a hole.

He didn't need the foreplay. Left a bad aftertaste since Dick was now on a heavy dose of probiotics to fix that sugar habit of his. Slade would be damned if the kid raided his kitchen like the last time and did THAT with a banana peel.

(In just fruits, he put it over his cock and Slade noticed.)

"Just in, like that? How debonair of you…" Smirked the acrobat as Slade lifted those tone thighs to have them bend back by his ears. "I could do without your monkey chatter, so I'll be taking the lead for today's event."

"Figurrrrr……

…. aaahh…."

Dick's head turned to the side, red as a cherry while the man dug his way through, carving out a place where he was always welcome to watch his little bird beg him to go even deeper in. "M….so…. big… enhanced?"

"Since after Nam, kid. Now, shut up and let me bring you to climax already." With a snarl grin, the boy moaned out his name at least a dozen sharp chirps later.

Cum painting those pretty thighs while by that night, a certain mockingbird had visited the kitchen table for a late-night snack.

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"Hey, mister…mister? Wake up! I'm bored! Coming…. ugh…."

Slade let his eye flutter open to see Grayson in more than his prime. His eyes didn't hold the same lust of his adult –

Slade looked to see that maybe that sentiment wasn't just a fluke. Dick was holding himself up while rutting over Slade's still erect member. On his chest, the kid seemed to be trying to stay hard enough to come onto his chest. Slade cocked an eye at the boy's expression, twisted in pain. That didn't-

"Dick…. are you…"

"Mister….it won't stop itching…...I think I did something bad. Help…I…. I don't know how to stop it….…." Dick just kept rutting as if his life were in danger should he ever stop. Slade realized that cloudy pair of blue and turned his head to see that candy from earlier. Amiss.

"Dick. That…. did you –

Dick pulled a bit of the dirty sheets up to his mouth and bit, holding on as he palmed down his own election and the man's with hands still quick to grasp. Something was wrong. Was he really in pain or was it…a –

"Don't move. You've obviously been compromised."

"Mmrff…… rnnm…"

(NOT YET.)

Dick then kept running his hands over his cock and his lover's as he lifted up his thighs to reposition his hole over Slade's still standing member, taking his hand to it to get a better angle. Taking one valiantly for the team.

"Don't-

"NN…. NNAH !"

The boy thrust down into the heat, his body coursing with hormones and a flourishing, new form of excitement; as if he'd just started riding the tilt a- whirl at the amusement park. He tipped his head back and rode it, this ride being much different than the one he remembered from his childhood. Slade noticed the gusto and assumed the candy was a very powerful aphrodisiac. Whoever had gone as far as to poison his fuck buddy was sure as shit going to get a bullet between the eyes by the next day.

"Dick, slow the fuck down. You've been drugged!"

"Hnn..." The kid was flushed and stupidly drunk on whatever still had time to make him miserable like this. Wanting cock more than a sleepy spoon and a good night's rest.

The kid's eyes blew out, those blue pupils as wide as any kid in the stands of a circus tent. The boy then smiled, his body doing all the work as his teeth let go of the sheets in-between them to press at the man's pecs and to ride this ride as long as he wanted in.

"You said you're….my host…so let the guest be pampered…. I'm not done –

"You're not safe." Slade tried to bring his hands up, but the boy was using a force that –

Slade put a hand to his skull. Was the effect transmissible? That wasn't possible! Was it a manufactured war tactic, a virus?"

"Dick, I'm not going to ask; get off or I'll make you."

"I'm not done! You're much better than any carousel, sir!" Slade watched as Dick gyrated his hips and put his arms up as if in to doing mock sit ups. More like Slade getting fucked by a horny, drugged up hero with a candy addiction.

His fuck buddy's giggling was unnerving as Slade thrust back, his body soon covering Dick's as the kid lay giggling and sweaty beneath him, caged in like all of his other victims. "Don't make me do this, Dick. You have to try and respond –

"I…. want to keep you here….you taste like cotton candy, button face….hehe!" Dick gripped the man's goatee and wriggled his hips for Slade to get going. "One fuck, then I'm over it…but not over you…" He teased.

Dick's state was torn between Slade tying Dick to the kitchen chair and finding if he could see about the kid's blood sample creating some sort of anti- toxin. Or…if this damned drug was that powerful, it wanted Slade to get to work, to make Dick come as many times as he could carry the man's seed… then-

Slade growled,. Dick cocked his head to the side with a frown as he put a hand to the man's cheek, sympathetically. "Is the ride broken, love?"

"YOU…." Slade could handle this drug, but it could also affect him. He wouldn't have whatever it was come through his walls. He'd rather go and fill up Grayson's before he came, untouched.

"You can always get maintenance on it to fix the problem…I can wait….some of the time." He sounded like a kid- kid and it was not likely to think that whatever this drug was, it was mentally de – aging his little bird into an even tinier problem….

Shit.

Slade started to pull out, yet Dick's big blue eyes caught the man red handed. "Don't go! We didn't get to see the first act yet! Come on…don't you like me anymore?"

Was that a repressed side of Dick's past? What in its right mind was that boy turning into? "We both need sleep –

"NO, NO!" Dick protested and swung his legs round the man to have him pinned. "I'm not done riding! I want to go until I barf, again! Let's go again, come on!" He grinned into Slade's direction as his horny birdie started to thrust up into the man, the merc not able to pull out as the kid clung to him like a fucking tick.

"M…amazing…master…ahh….aahh!"

He was getting off to Slade just being his ticket to a free ride to fuck – topia.

Slade noticed that his damn hips had also started to move a bit at the stimulation of his fuck buddy. Dick was drooling into his throat as Slade felt every teary drop bite through his skin, locking him messing like a tot. No drug so sweet and powerful ever existed, as he hoisted himself to his knees with Dick still supported upon Slade's massively erect cock. "Hold on tight." The man gripped the kid's thighs and in some perverted fashion, Slade made them both buck into the other. Dick was acting as if his goofy brain had no way of telling the difference between being on a machine or being fucked by one, while Slade just prayed that he didn't die if the drug was meant as a threat. He could always give Dick his blood if this got out of hand. Maybe keep him here longer like he'd asked for. It was summer break next week and the poor Titan needed a vacation.

Then, it hit. This was not a punishment, but a way to get the kid to relax. For someone else to pry at. How, devious…

"Fucking…."

The man felt himself tighten as Dick squirmed a little deeper to relieve every drop with a shout of ecstasy attached to that wanton banter. "And! Best…ride ...ever….again….go …again…dizzy…." He laid his head onto the man's shoulder as a sea of cum leaked out of his ass, while Slade didn't seem too ready for that kind of role play yet. Dick swelled up nicely as he was laid down beside the man, flicking at his nipples until Slade gripped those hands to tie them to the headboard. "Now, I think it's time to take that sample. Can't have you fucking me through the entire night that we're together."

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By the next morning, Slade was a rock. Dick rose and rubbed his eyes, seeing himself fully redressed in some extra pj's the man graciously had insisted he keep in the merc's bedroom drawer. They weren't lovers, this was mutual to them but just for Dick to peep in on the man and for Slade to…well, he had a lot of stress as of late.

Dick nudged the older adult and then put a palm to his own lips in a gasp. "Shit! Did I –

"Ung…you did." Sighed the man as he'd been having a very bizarre dream anyway. Of circus clowns and the Joker making a death pact as they all flew off the high board. Jumping into a sea of blood.

"I'll make breakfast." Dick said with a tremor to his tone. "You…sleep in. I'm-

Slade's hand reached out to grip the boy's wrist and drag him back under the covers. "If you have so much time, why not entertain me for a while. That mouth got plenty of runtime, last night, that I didn't get in a single word in." Leering at the brat on his chest, the man read some of those movements as very sorry.

"How exactly are you going to compensate for it." Slade's crotch had come face to face with Dick's pursed lips. He was hungry, but not for his fuck buddy's thing.

The thing, to be exact. An experiment gone totally right for a change, as he lifted the briefs down to get a better look. "How do you want it?"

"Wet, hard. In your mouth to keep you preoccupied." Smirked the man as he butted closer to Richard's now sensing tongue. " Uu … go – i…" The kid got to work pampering the man who had given him back his sanity, only to feel more like he'd deserved this for doing such a good deed. "I wonder who it was." Slade hummed to himself and put his hands behind his back, Dick being nothing but a convenient slut for his cock, until that tongue lapped a little lower towards the man's sack.

"Careful. You tend to go on ahead without anyone's permission." Teased the older male. "That night, you were not yourself. As if you had the delusion of being brought back in time. The candy was a strange creation, and from what…"

"What?" Dick looked up at the man as Slade arched a brow and poked his head to see what the kid was up to this time. He put the sheet back as Dick got back to work in repaying the host.

"Sorry, please. Continue."

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Dick was later, idly swinging his legs as he lay on Slade's chest, seeking the affection after living out a life long enjoyment that had the mastermind attempting to crack him as any "good detective." Yet Slade was his Moriarty, and being this open to the enemy could have necessary consequences in the future.

"So, a…tilt – a – whirl." Slade petted a shoulder length lock and tucked it behind his pet's ear. "Ever ridden one before?"

"Nope. My mom was against it always." Groaned the boy blunder. "And the kids I grew up with all said for some reason, and I believed them back then…that it would ruin my coordination so I could never do a stunt again. So I didn't try to test that. You…." Dick bit his lip, hands clenching into the man's white tee as he imagined anything but white on Santa dearest.

"The things you said, that I said…you think somehow I repressed it? That whatever that candy did, it brought out the child who never got to go on a carnival ride? How crazy is that!" Dick shook his head as Slade's body shifted, the kid feeling smaller against a set body of over six feet of muscle and not clothed enough to protect him.

To keep Dick out of danger.

"I don't think it was such an ordeal. Not like your sweet tooth. Though…if you wanted to ride me again and again, I'd let you come this time."

Smugly, Dick put a hand to the man's lips. "If you start saying things like that, I might actually make you relive my fantasy by BEING the slowest tilt – a – whirl."

"Was it really, a poor substitute?" The man wondered, innocently, gesturing with a jut of his hips as Dick's ass got the message. A sly grin on his lips changed to something questioning, unaware as if to guess a riddle. Oh, he knew it...

"Your… cock?" Dick frowned and lifted an eye, before shifting his ass a bit closer to the beast below. Moving it to make some friction below them. "I don't know. Would have to refresh my memory. It WAS pretty big, had a nice curve…a lot of vibrations…kept going till you couldn't stand…"

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Moaning and rocking off of the rather impressive, substitution, Dick had to bite back his cries as his surprise from Slade entered him so abruptly. He didn't mind being a bottom. Slade took care to not call him things he didn't need to know. He was no call girl, just a bed mate who wanted to relieve his lost dreams.

While coming from not even having the man's hands all over him. Yeah, right. Not for long.

He rode that mighty sword as if the last one on earth, howling out as the man slapped his thigh to not stop yet. "You wanted to go again? Well? Take your fill now, pretty bird I'm not through making you wait like this. Better than the machine in your dreams, yet? Am I even better, you think than a bucket of bolts?"

"Bet… better ?? You're king…over….it….uh…uh… uh!! So… deep! Again! Again !"

Euphoria drenched and listless after a good time, Slade had fulfilled some of that wish. He'd even added twin vibrators to the hero's erect nipples as the man had no intention of doing any better than that "metal death trap" had failed to do for a lonely, ten year old Richard Grayson.

He'd started to thrust up, slower, more force in his movements as Slade came deep inside the hero's ass. Squelching sounds joining the noises the kid was already making, his cry was wanton again, as Slade let the kid come twice. His body however, was impossible to peel off afterwards, as the kid flopped uselessly onto his chest, dribbling some extra cum onto his chest. The rest he had swallowed earlier, he still had to digest that motherboard by sun up.

Slade had the kid hug him, of his own accord of course – like the leech that Grayson was, and splatter kisses around his fuck buddy's meaty torso, just wanting to snuggle forever while Slade's cock stayed tucked inside the boy's bruised ass. Unfortunately for Dick, Slade DID want to go again. They still had too many tickets left for this ride. The man purred into his pet's ear and nipped down gently before letting go, making the kid shiver and nuzzle in closer. "Maybe, you've already gotten your wish. By knowing me…"

And if anyone knew Deathstroke and his legend libido, they'd be at this for fourteen more hours before the kid could finally put that fantasy always for a long time. Before he'd succumb go never walking in a straight line again

Still, Slade had to wonder….who'd gone through all that trouble to get Dick so horny? There was no poison in the dose, it was just to get him randy in front of the first person…

Slade stifled.

Fuck. Couldn't be.

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Will we ever know who tried to tear open Slade's package before the kid made it to his front door? If not now, then when? Find out or not, next time!

In order words, Dick may have a stalker. I'm honestly thinking of doing this into a mini fic where Slade isn't a deliberately terrible asshole but a platonic partner like the comics where they use each other for information. Anything on that?